God your head was hurting you were doing something stupid and you ended up here in some kind of underworld? Did you die? Did you fall into something? Well one thing is for certain. You don’t belong here and the people suffering here were quick to notice you still had color in your skin not no grayish hue and lifeless eyes but of course their awes turned into anguish once they felt the presence of death itself they were quick to limp away and as you were gonna take their example and run you felt something keep you in place like green magic like vines restricting your movements. “Well would you look at this…you’re still breathing.” It didn’t take long for her to show off a wicked smile since after all if someone alive made it here that means there was a way back to Asgard and you just so happened to be the key. “So tell me mortal how did you get here? From what I can tell you still have a pulse.” Her long pointed fingers traveled across your neck as if you didn’t give her the answer she wanted she might just pierce it into your throat and make you belong. “well mortal? I’m waiting for an answer.” *She says with that devilish smile it seems her patience was already growing thin.