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I had a suitably epic return in my dreams, following a vision to prevent Ragnarok, the destruction of Asgard.

In other words I kicked the ass of Surtur, the satanic ruler of Muspelheim, which is basically a hellscape, and fought a dragon as I escaped.

Now I've his crown hanging on my wall, since that's the closest thing to a trophy room I have here.

I'm pretty sure that's actually his skull.

Pretend Thor is taking a selfie in front of this hanging on the wall

Came home with a title and some prize money, so who's awesome? I am. You can't spell awesome without Me. Yeah, that was a Taylor Swift reference, what are you going to do about it? Nothing, I hope.

Because water bending healing doesn't do *anything* for broken noses or a sprained thumb and I am suffering, okay? Plus I'm pretty sure the flight home gave me a cold. That is *not* awesome, and I have no idea how blowing my nose is going to work out except extremely painfully.

I mean, I'm the Avatar, so I can deal, but still. Ow.

Anyway, where's my hot girlfriend at? We desperately need tacos. Tacos, and medication.

Every year I tell myself that I won't go to the family get together out in the middle of fucking nowhere and yet every year I go and immediately regret my decision.

Like who the fuck does that shit for fun?

If I ever mention a family get together in the future would somebody please remind me not to go and instead stay home where there aren't bugs and dirt.

I will never understand my dad's obsession with fishing.

The human Queens in my dreams proved to be unhelpful, except for the young golden one who snuck us the second book we needed, but I get the impression they were all under duress and she was rebelling. She told us one of their number was already dead. There was another who was ill, but she's probably dead as well.

In order to try to ... gain their trust, we revealed the existence of our city, the one Rhys had carefully kept hidden from the enemy for decades.

We didn't realize the Queens were compromised until the attack came. The enemy dropped the golden queen's body to signal they knew she'd betrayed them.

There's an... art district, called the Rainbow. I was there when they attacked, and I defended it with all the power at my disposal, and the elements around me.

It felt so fucking good tearing those monsters apart.

Sometimes when people ask me what part of England I'm from I feel a little bit like a fraud, since my accent is a result of the dreams, but at the same time I love it. Pretending to be from England is more fun than actually being from New England.