Asgardian Palace Gardens. Midday.

The sun illuminates the Palace Gardens, birds flit about and the air is warm. My footsteps echo on the stone path that leads through the flourishing gardens. Everything was peaceful, calm, quiet… until the air a few yards away and up started rippling.

“What in the Nine Realms—“

I cut myself off and step back rapidly as the air rips apart, a portal, or correctly put; a wormhole, forms. Metaphysical energy whipping out and thrashing through the air, before a scream echos and a figure falls through. As soon as the person falls through the portal swirls shut and closes. I run forward and I catch the person that was faking through the air just before they hit the ground. I look down at the person in my arms and I blink a little. They were… Midgardian. A mortal on Asgard.

“You’re a human…”

I gape, I feel them thrash and I immediately set them down and step back a little. I look them up and down then up where the portal had opened.

“Did you open that? Mortals aren’t supposed to be able to just teleport around.”