Kveta Wilson @crystalxheart - Tumblr Blog

The heat had been sweltering for the past week. She'd heard someone in the gas station this morning saying it was in the 100s. She'd spent extra time in the bathroom cleaning up. With no place to go, she knew it would be a very long day.

She had been right.

She'd had just enough for a couple of hashbrowns and a McGriddle at McDonald's this morning for breakfast, but now she was completely broke. She could steal if she wanted lunch, but Kveta had already hit two different Bodegas this week and was afraid she would be recognized. The last thing she needed was some cop harassing her.

That left her with two options: Starve, or prostitute herself for enough money for food and booze.

During the heat of the day, Kveta hung out in the library. She had trouble reading, but at least there were plenty of graphic novels with pretty pictures for her to figure out what was going on. It was the only part of her day that brought her any joy. If she could stay in here forever, she would. Her small bubble of safety.

But eventually, all good things came to a close. The library closed early on the weekends.

Kveta was back on the streets. This time she's pulled up her shirt to show off her belly-- her ribs protruding from her skin almost obscenely. At 4'8", many men liked her because she looked like a girl, rather than a young woman, even though she was sixteen. It was just one more reason to drink.

Her golden brown hues caught sight of a man walking her way. Her lips tilted up into a smirk. He wasn't half bad looking. Middle-aged, but then again, most were. Kveta stepped in his way.

"'Scuse me," she purred, sauntering up to him. "You got a light?" She put her hand on his chest, gently smoothing it up. She hummed, biting down on her bottom lip.

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The mischievous girl had felt pent up in New Asgard. Her birthright taken from her– a throne in her real she would never get to sit upon– but as a girl she hadn’t cared. Not when she was running around the village causing all sorts of chaos much to the amusement and annoyance of everyone living there. Now that she was older, though, Kveta wanted to see more of this Midgardian world that had so preoccupied her father and her uncle. She wanted to see exactly what it held for her.

With the septer in hand, Kveta walked along the streets gazing at the curious Midgardians. They all looked so normal and boring. What was so special about them??

A grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

“The ground is lava.”

Kveta waved her hand over the street. The blue stone glowed for a a moment before the asphalt cracked and split open. The crust of the Earth itself opened to reveal the red hot magma that boiled beneath. Cars veered off the roads hitting light posts, tires screeched as other went careening over the edge into the magma, people screamed and ran. Others watched the chaos through the screens of their phone.

She giggled in delight! Who knew that a child’s rhyme she’d heard while passing a playground would result in such fun?!

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Doctor Stephen Strange sensed the intrusion before the screams and screeching tires started. The multiversal intrusion had disrupted time and space all around him like a tall ocean wave, and now, as he and Wong raced down the stairs of leading to the Sanctum’s front door, chaos reigned outside.

“One week; one damn week without some multiversal calamity is all I ask for,” Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, grumbled. “At least things never get boring,” Strange countered as they exited and had to stop themselves from running straight onto a river of flowing magma. “What the hell?” Strange remarked with surprise. He listened and noticed the increase in frantic cries a few streets down. “Two blocks that way,” Strange pointed out. He turned to Wong. “Need a lift?” “Not a chance,” Wong replied, drawing open a portal. “I’ll meet you there.” With a “whatever-you-say” shrug, Stephen let the Cloak of Levitation lift him into the air and carry him towards the source of the chaos. Below him, at the corner of a busy street, stood someone who Stephen could only describe, as a younger female version of Loki. The clothing was similar, and the horned helmet was a dead giveaway.

“Hate to barge in on your fun,” Stephen called out, before conjuring a spell to reroute the lava underground, deep within the earth, where it belonged.

“Care to tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”

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Kveta turned to face the stranger, his hands all lit up and glowing. She pouted at him like an insolent child. "Youre a party pooper!" She paused for a moment. "You must be Dr. Strange. No wonder why my dad didn't like you." She waved her hand and Loki's scepter appeared in her hand. She giggled brightly.

"Learn to live a little! Maybe you wouldn't have ulcers old man. "

Kveta pointed her scepter and the stop lights turned to jelly. Then the water hydrants exploded in bees. She giggled again in utter delight.

She considered his question before she shrugged. "I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Midgardians are boring. I'm just here to liven things up." Her golden hues sparkled woth mischief.

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The mischievous girl had felt pent up in New Asgard. Her birthright taken from her-- a throne in her real she would never get to sit upon-- but as a girl she hadn't cared. Not when she was running around the village causing all sorts of chaos much to the amusement and annoyance of everyone living there. Now that she was older, though, Kveta wanted to see more of this Midgardian world that had so preoccupied her father and her uncle. She wanted to see exactly what it held for her.

With the septer in hand, Kveta walked along the streets gazing at the curious Midgardians. They all looked so normal and boring. What was so special about them??

A grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

"The ground is lava."

Kveta waved her hand over the street. The blue stone glowed for a a moment before the asphalt cracked and split open. The crust of the Earth itself opened to reveal the red hot magma that boiled beneath. Cars veered off the roads hitting light posts, tires screeched as other went careening over the edge into the magma, people screamed and ran. Others watched the chaos through the screens of their phone.

She giggled in delight! Who knew that a child's rhyme she'd heard while passing a playground would result in such fun?!