I awake on the cot with my arm over my face.

I get up taking my arm off my face.

Had I fallen asleep in create?

I lift myself up being half asleep and half awake. I rub my eyes feeling my joints ache from standing so long and my neck is stiff. I yawn then rub the back of my neck easing the stiffness quite much. I stretch my arms out hearing the aching go away in a popping sound.

Normally midgardians get worried about hearing it too much but it is nothing harmful for me.

I saw dialogue of me calling out for my brother and demanding he stop...tickling me? Those words could not have been from me! Why I am not ticklish. The only ticklish Asgardian I know is Thor. The mirror shows my curly hair all in a mess. I comb my hands through my hair straightening it. Sometimes,when I was a child, Thor usually asked what magic I used to straighten my hair.

That was before I discovered hair gel on Midgard.

"Female voice," I said, getting off the cot. "Undo the latest edits."

The screen sizzles.

"To what extent?" The female voice asks.

I saw all the words spanning across the ages. When I say ages I mean thousands of words sitting on the screen. The female voice then changes the view to all the chapters displayed on the screen showing a image with my blurry face as the background at the top. The title of it is Forty three chapters. And I just had to keep that head set on. Do I hate falling asleep while making a masterpiece? Why yes I do. I had to specifically take out that part with my sleep talking.

I sigh after the removal.

"Female voice," I said. "Mark my story as completed."

"Marking has been saved," The female voice said. I take off the headset then put it aside. "You need a category, tags, and a bookcover, and a summery."

"The royal story," I said. "It is about...I don't know how to summarize a book without spoiling it." More and more I am feeling more awake in this realm. How exactly long I have been making a story is unsure. "It is a fanfiction. No, it does not have a bookcover."

"Summery,category, and title done," The female voice said. "Tags?"

"Avengers,me, Thor, girl, magic, adventure, and a humorous storyline." I said.

"Changes have been saved," The female voice said. "Do you want all the chapters posted?"

"Why yes I do," I said, making an apple appear out of thin air and take a bite out of it.

Apples are quite juicy when grown properly on nutritious soil.

I finish the apple after a couple and more bites. I toss what remained of the apple into a trash can then tap on the edge. The core is sent where questions should not be asked. I take a shower, dry off,brush my teeth, and then get dressed. The create space is also connected to my 'house'-The guide referred to it as a profile but to me profiles are physical characteristics of a individual-as is a inbox room, a room of 'my works',library, and another room for invites. I held the glass string that some how grew a handle and became a magnifying glass.

"New comment has been posted by LokiFanGirl," The female voice said from the magnifying glass. "Comment reads: Oh em gee. I love your story! I love, love, loveeee your take on Loki. He's like, what can I say, noble sounding and epic. Eppiic! Oh Thor, lol. Thor is hilarious."

"Lol?" I repeat. "What does 'lol' mean?"

"Laugh out loud," The female voice said.

Interesting how people view my perception on my brother as hilarious.

I walk out of the house feeling prepared for the day.

"What state am I in?" I ask.

"You're in Profile State,I_Am_Loki." The female voice said.

I stop on the second step.

"Take me to The Cafe," I said. "I should gather myself an army of fangirls to advertise my story in The Fan Fiction state." The idea sounds brilliant enough I can receive world fame and applause for my hard work. Then people will be coming in by the thousands. "Oh what fun it will be."

"Transporting in progresss," The female voice said. "Please stand by."