Jane looks at her, continually surprised by Amelia's seemingly easy acceptance of facing such life-changing questions. "I'm..."
She's interrupted by a familiar sound, a roar from the heavens that splits the clouds and burns with prismatic fire, scorching its knotwork patterns into the rocks on the cliffsides near the house. It's a sound she's heard in her dreams for years, unforgettable as the man who manifests within its blazing light, axe casually slung over his shoulder as he walks the short path home.
The door swings open to admit Thor, his attention on knocking the dust from his boots as he enters, setting Stormbreaker down on its head next to the door. He's dressed more formally than he's come to enjoy, a near-Asgardian style outfit Alex has crafted for him in black and embroidered silver, a red half-cape over his left shoulder, his hair and beard braided and accented with silver bands. At first, he does not notice the presence of company, though the scent of hot tea tells him Amelia is at home. "I swear these meetings get longer every time," he calls out, before turning to face the little kitchen, and a shock resonates through him when he realizes Amelia is not alone - and who her visitor is. "Jane?"
"Um. Hi," Jane says, lifting her hand to wave at him, but she's staring just as much, aside from an absently panicked glance at Amelia.
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She's interrupted by a familiar sound, a roar from the heavens that splits the clouds and burns with prismatic fire, scorching its knotwork patterns into the rocks on the cliffsides near the house. It's a sound she's heard in her dreams for years, unforgettable as the man who manifests within its blazing light, axe casually slung over his shoulder as he walks the short path home.
The door swings open to admit Thor, his attention on knocking the dust from his boots as he enters, setting Stormbreaker down on its head next to the door. He's dressed more formally than he's come to enjoy, a near-Asgardian style outfit Alex has crafted for him in black and embroidered silver, a red half-cape over his left shoulder, his hair and beard braided and accented with silver bands. At first, he does not notice the presence of company, though the scent of hot tea tells him Amelia is at home. "I swear these meetings get longer every time," he calls out, before turning to face the little kitchen, and a shock resonates through him when he realizes Amelia is not alone - and who her visitor is. "Jane?"
"Um. Hi," Jane says, lifting her hand to wave at him, but she's staring just as much, aside from an absently panicked glance at Amelia.