Lochila retired to bed around a quarter to eleven pm, while hoping that this incident will be the last. She couldn't keep using her magic to conceal every bit of the truth and, sooner enough than later, Torunn will find out about her real heritage; that she's not from this world; that she's not even [i]human[/i]. She would gladly keep using her spells, but on Earth, her powers get weaker, contrasting their strength back in Asgard. There was just no limits to the powers there. The question remains, though: [i]What were the lengths of Thor's power down here? Why is there so much more lightning than usual?[/i]

The woman turned onto her side; her raven-black hair splaying down her mid-back, along with her short black nightgown, the goddess wasn't getting any sleep after today's events. Too many thoughts repeated themselves within her mind: The light bulbs exploding were of Torunn's doing; her first experience of witnessing her dormant power that are of resemblance to her father. 

All of a sudden, that scream heard from the other side of her door made her snapped her back to reality very quickly. Flipping the covers off her, Lochila ran out, and found Torunn hunched over in the hallway, just nearby the bathroom. "Sweetheart?", she called, before dashing towards her, and placing her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Torunn", this time, softly. "Look at me, what happened?", it would have been a stupid question to ask because she heard the explosion, and what it meant. "What happened?", she repeated, placing her hands on her upper arms now, trying to comfort her to the best of her ability.