Whatever Jane had been expecting when she arrived in Asvera, none of this was it. It feels so surreal to be sitting in a little house on the sea, drinking tea with her ex's new very mortal girlfriend and chatting about Thor's dead brother who is apparently alive and well and father to a bunch of orphans. It's all very, very weird.

Which is par for the course when it comes to anything Asgardian, she supposes. Her life has not been normal since the moment a man fell out of the sky in front of her.

"No kids in the plans for you two then?" Jane blurts before she can think twice, and her cheeks flush. "I'm sorry, that was rude."