Tears will always fall. Part 3

Today would be your last day in Asgard for awhile, so, you automatically began to cry at random times of the day.

The good thing, or what everyone else thought was a good thing, was that you were out and about all day, though you still slept in Loki's room. The other thing was that you started wearing your own clothes again, but they were always sporting his colors, dark green, black, and gold. But hey! At least they were your clothes!

Today, just so happened to remember something that Thor had told you about.

This little thing happened to be a Midgardian comfort food known as, ice cream.

You were rather nervous to try it, but you really needed the comfort it was said to bring it's consumer.

You stared at the plastic tub full of the the creamy brown substance. You swallowed audibly.

"Didn't Thor say it came from the juice of an animal called a cow?" you thought aloud. "Why would the juice of this cow be so thick?" you continued. "Poor beast, it must be painful to make this...how cruel of the Midgardians."

You lifted the lid off the tub, staring down at it's smooth contents. You put your spoon into it, filling it with the unfamiliar substance.

You brought the spoon to your face, sniffing it before dubbing it worthy for your lips. Your lips parted enough to let your tongue slip between them, and lightly taste the substance.

Immediately, closed your mouth and dropped your spoon.

You brought your hand to your lips, with wide eyes you stared at the spoonful of dairy.

"M-Marvelous!" you exclaimed. Picking ip the spoon again, and eating more of it.

When you were about half way done with the tub, you began sobbing, but continued to eat it.

"Oh my dear god of mischief," you prayed with a mouthful. "Why take over a realm who has such a great abundance of a beast that makes such a delicious and cold treat?"