"Brother, we need your help!" Thor said.

I turn around from SpikyKnight with a puzzled look.

"Thor, I am in a private conversation with a person most of the people trust or hate," I said. "You shouldn't be in a one on one event most Wattpaddians cannot see except for recording it."

SpikyKnight is staring at Thor.

"Brother," Thor said. "I did not come through all the realms for you to say 'No'. Father has agreed that you should be part of it; it's your mess,after all."

"Oh my primus!" SpikyKnight reacts in hysteria. "How is there three people in ONE private message?"

I sigh turning away from Thor.

"Magic," I said. "And that this realm is real on a certain level."

"No," SpikyKnight said. "You must be a hacker or something!" She steps back in horror. Her face turns into anger,hurt, and resentment. Her hands ball up into fists. "I hate hackers."

"Knight," I said. "I am Loki. Loki of Asgard and you must realize by now I am telling the truth. I am not a hacker." I take a step forwards. "I am a...I am a Frost Giant."

"I don't believe you," SpikyKnight said.

After all I did trying to repair that bridge between us it had been bulldozed down.

"I will prove it to you!" I said. "And then you'll believe me."

"Why is there two of you brother?" Thor asks.

"I am muting you." SpikyKnight said.

"Knight!" I plea. "Please I am not a hacker! I AM Loki."

SpikyKnight held up her hand.

"Just go." SpikyKnight said. "Just really, go back where you came from."

SpikyKnight turns away and sizzles out of my sight. I can not think of a comment to say at the time standing there in shock feeling hurt at the comment made by a mere mortal. Feeling hurt at a comment made by a mortal is not normal. Thor grabs me then takes me into the very turbulent portal.

This is how others might have felt when she decided whatever happened was the last straw between them as 'friends'. A gut wrenching heart squeezing painful feeling except it cannot kill. I didn't think much about 'friendships' before coming across her but after SpikyKnight that surely changed.

That happened six months ago.

I later learned after doing some snooping on the internet for this 'Wattpad' that the 'SpikyKnight' I knew did not exist. I stare at the white and orange computer screen. It said 'user not found'. I went into the clubs.I searched the two threads pinned at the top seeing if SpikyKnight could hopefully exist.

No such user existed.

But she was so real.

"Loki, you're breaking the keyboard clicking on the refresh button." Tony said.

I look down to see the square box is almost dented inwards.

"Oh," I said. "My bad."

"What are you refreshing the page for?" Tony asks, coming to the side.

I told Tony the story.

Tony raises a brow.

"You...visited that site as a realm?" Tony asks.

"Yes," I said,nodding. "I did."

"And you were accused of being a hacker." Tony said.

"Yes," I said.

"By someone who doesn't exist on this internet?" Tony asks.

"SpikyKnight does exist," I said. "There is no way in the pits of muspelheim that she was just a figment of my imagination. How could she be when I saw what she really looked like?"

"Uh huh." Tony said. "You haven't checked google."

"Google?" I ask.

"Put in some keywords and then there is a chance you might find this 'nonexistant' person."

I pulled up google and put in 'Short, brown hair, girl,glasses' as my keywords. After several hours browsing images that were not anything like SpikyKnight I came to realizing a disturbing fact. I turned the computer off, slide the front half shut, and slid the boring black laptop away from me on the wooden table.

SpikyKnight is from a different version of Midgard.

I rub my chin thinking.

Why, landing in Wattpadheim was an accident. Could I do it again, but, intentional? I smile thinking this could be a nice idea. But there's a problem: I have to prove I am not a hacker. I slide the chair back get off the chair then push it back in under the table. If there is one thing I would end my time in a realm for a very long time I prefer being remembered as who I am.

Not a hacker.

I went into the parking lot.

It is not busy.

I look over to the security cameras then make a innocent short wave towards them.

I lower my hand then turn towards the empty parking space.

This time I need to make my arrival a little more planned. Thinking how to prove SpikyKnight wrong is slowly coming to pieces in my mind every little idea at a time. This idea can sound crazy to any other mortals not familiar to my predicament. I am a skilled liar but I like to be the one intending to leave with a lie.

I summon a black sleek car with large wing blades.

"Just the kind I need," I said, snapping my fingers.

The driver side door opens.

I get into the car, buckle up, then shut the drivers side door and start the car.

A large portal opens up for me just in how I made the arrangements using what kind of ingredients needed to make it possible. What are the arrangements to summon a portal to Wattpadheim? Well for that to be known a mortal would first need a trip to Asgard and sneak into the library of magic spells. Only if the mortal is determined enough to visit such a 'surreal' website.

I drove through the portal.

Here goes to one last trip into Wattpadheim!

But this time I am prepared for the trip.

I can return to my universe.

Right after I make a little trip.

The End.

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A/N Shippings,anyone?

Alternate Sequel is up! It is called 'Return to Wattpadheim'. Link is in the External Link!