"The fuck did Loki do," I muttered to myself, as I notice I was feeling quite dizzy, to the point I was forced to sit down in the air, groaning in pain and discomfort until the inexplicable feeling that Loki had probably forced into me dissapeared, "No wonder everyone hates him," I chuckled bitterly, he was a true asshole, "Well… time to go to…" I stopped mid sentence, noticing something, I couldn't feel any magical signatures, not only on the sea, but in the entire world, something that was impossible, which meant I was not in midgard, it looked like it… it smelt like it…. but it wasn't, "Where in the nine fucking realms am I?!" I asked myself, trying to see if I could feel one of the realms I was familiar from where I was… but nothing.
Percy Jackson: The God of Magic
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