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He has not been fed by another since he was but a child, but he leans down all the same as it was mentioned to him as a romantic gesture made by those in a relationship. Tis strange to him but he accepts it in the spirit given, careful not to end with strings of cheese in his beard.

Between the potatoes and the kiss he is most pleased not only with the flavor, but with the company. Dinner is a pleasant and quiet ordeal, filled with soft words and gestures of affection. Kisses are plentiful and that? That leaves his heart light.

Glass to glass he nods his agreement with the toast, sipping the mead lightly.

The mead was delicious and warmed her from the inside out in that way only alcohol can. Her cheeks warmed and she didn't know if it was solely from the drink or perhaps the food or mostly from the constant attention she received from Thor. She relished the feel of his eyes on her face, his arm around her back, his lips against hers.

It grew dark and stars began to twinkle in the sky. Long since finished with her meal she had only to set down her glass out of the way before lying down in their little fort, her head sticking out so the view of the sky was unobstructed. She held out her hand in a silent invitation to join her, by her side, as she hoped he would always be. Dessert, if planned, could wait for later.

He could ask for little more than this. A warm meal, a warm heart, and fine company. Throughout dinner speak and dine and lavish one another with attention- but once the sun sets? He covers what food there is left and stretches out next to her, tapping the gift. With the sun gone she might truly see the stars.

And he did so love Jane when she wondered at the stars.

She grinned and nodded, but stayed lying on her back for the time being.

"I want to show you the constellations I've discovered first." She moved closer and wormed her way under his arm, to lay her head on his shoulder. She scanned the sky for the brightest star, the one she used as her reference point. From there it was a few inches to the left and...

"Do you see that group of stars there?" She pointed. "The four in a wide rectangle, and the small ones just below it? I call that 'the big hammer' because it reminds me of Mjolnir. And if you go just below it and to the right... there's a similar grouping but smaller. That's the small hammer." Just like the big and little dippers at home.

"These are unlike any stars in any realm I have ever seen." But already she has named them. Mapped them. Found order in the chaos of this place and that has him tucking her close with fond affection. So clever his Lady. So quick. To instead sort out the disarray of her mind and make points of reference when given none. This is the mind he has come to love so dearly in so humble a woman.

"I am flattered you thought of me." He has led many in battle in the course of his long life. Many more still in quests and adventures. But to guide a mind seeking knowledge? It warms him in no small way.

"Really?" She had known they weren't the same as Earth's, but to hear they were unlike any of the other realms was disconcerting. That meant they were far beyond any place either of them was familiar with. Truly uncharted territory.

She turned her head and looked at him. Silly man. Of course she thought of him. She thought about him all the time, and especially when looking at the stars, because for years looking at the night sky was the closest she could get to him. She kissed his cheek and went back to pointing at the sky.

"From there, go up and to the right a bit. That cluster there I call the Frida cluster. It reminds me of the beautiful braid of her hair, and I think that lighter spot might be a supernova." Now it was time to pull out the telescope and take a closer look at that spot. It was the first thing she'd thought of up on seeing the gift.

She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the scope out of the box, setting it up on its tripod. It took her a few minutes to get the focus and aim where she wanted, but when it came into view...

"Incredible," she whispered. Usually you couldn't see this kind of thing without an ultra high-powered scope. "It's a nebula."

"Truly." He Fears they are beyond the sight of even Heimdall now. Otherwise efforts would have been made months ago. Years ago. But there have been no attempts at rescue that any have noticed, only attempts at escape. And now? Now they are all of them lost to this world and it's shifts, it's minders and it's forgotten natives.

It weighs heavily upon an otherwise pleasant evening for him to think of this- his eyes turn back up to the stars to mind Jane's voice. That she named a cluster of stars after his mother's braid warms his heart as much as it causes him to ache. As soon as his brother is settled, they must do something. Frigga cannot be permitted to die.

He wouldn't allow it. Knowing now what he would need, finding a way to remember once he is home? That is of the most import.

"You did not expect this?" He shifts to accommodate her, arm still tucked around her waist to keep her close, keep her warm.

"Not at all. On Earth, nebulae are so distant they can only be seen with a telescope much more powerful than this one." She moved the scope slightly, up to a brightly shining spot at the apex of Frigga's braid. She gasped again, and this time she moved over and insisted that he look for himself.

"It's a planet with at least two moons. Do you see those shadows, the spots moving across it? That's how you can tell."

He has never looked to the stars as anything but a path between realms- but what he has ever taken for granted she looks at with such wonder it is impossible to not feel it as well. Worlds with more than one moon, with more than one sun he has seen many a time- but like this, laid next to her, tucked close and all but breathing in her joy? He feels a wonder in him that he hasn't held since he was a child.

"Remarkable."

She gleans almost as much joy from his reaction as she does from her own experience. She places a soft kiss on his cheek while he is looking through the scope.

"I almost forgot to show you the Odin cluster. It's a really big constellation, complete with his eye patch." It has had several fiery red stars, which she found fitting considering his anger at her presence on Asgard.

"It's at the far left, near the horizon. where he can look over everything else in the sky and keep it in line."

When offered he peers up and- it does resemble his father. Patch, temperament and all. That she saw it so readily and marks it in so few words is remarkable. He maps these stars, their position relative to the hammer she spoke of and the braid of his mother. "What of Darcy? Is there aught you have named of her?"

She laughed and shook her head. She had expected that question.

"I can't decide on one. First I thought maybe the van, then something resembling a taser... but those are just small details and don't sum her up as a whole person. I think it comes down to this - her personality is just too big to be depicted in the sky." She missed Darcy with a fierceness that told how much she'd come to rely on the other woman. At first a nuisance, Jane had come to see that Darcy had an attitude that served as a perfect counterpoint to her own. And she never got flustered when Jane snapped at her. That was a feat.

"Now for my favorite one." She snuggled in closer to his side, if that were even possible, and pointed far to the opposite end of the sky.

"The lovers. I had to draw it out to get it just right. It's in my notebook. A tall, muscular man, embracing a petite woman with flowing hair. Looking into one another's eyes as if the entirety of life's answers were held there."

"She would be glad to hear it." There must be something in the stars for Darcy, but for now? He is content with the knowledge that his family yet remains- and a portrait of himself and Jane. That comes as enough of a surprise that he huffs what would have been a shy laugh, ducking his head. Tis the work of a lord to woo his maid, not the opposite. "YOu are most generous in your charts, Jane."

She leaned her head into his shoulder. "I didn't choose them. They chose me. I just looked up and thought of the things that mattered to me, and there they were." That she'd easily found Thor and those he cared most about was just a by-product of how much she was in love with him.

She hadn't pointed out to Thor the constellation of her father. Only she could see his face in those stars, since she was the only person in Luceti who knew what had looked like. And a part of her wanted to keep that all for herself.

She rolled over, making herself comfortable on her back again, her view of the sky blocked only by his handsome face, which she would not mind gazing upon even longer than the stars.

"Do you want to make some?"

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