Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

                   But wh— how is this possible?

"M’ wonderful, love, if a bit tired. First time being home in awhile. I ‘ad a business trip t’ France tha’ I couldn’t get out of." It was only partially a lie. While it was true that Brendan had taken a trip to France, his reasons for doing so were not at all related to work. "I’ve missed yeh too, Astrid. I’ve not seen yeh in ages."

"I’m  glad  to  see  that your intuition is no less adroit after all this time.”

"It's...It's been a long time, Thor. I'm really glad to see you."

Leaving the ledger half-marked, she threw on her coat, swung out the door and down the stairs, and sprinted for the park. The rain pelted her face and soaked into her clothes. Halfway there, she could already smell ozone and ancient metal.

The  surging  rain ebbed to a faint patter, and he found himself taking long strides  toward  Astrid’s  door.  He didn’t  know  quite  what to say— so for a long moment he said nothing at all.

"I knew it. I knew it was you."

"I’m sorry, Have we met, Ma’am?"

' busy bee, it sounds like. I didn’t know you had married, or had a child, to be honest. I’ve been quite busy myself. you must be on Sto for most of your time though, I haven’t seen you around. ’

     ”Gotta’ say the same for you, darlin’.     What grave did you crawl out of?”

' I’m afraid I’m not up to date with everything that’s happened with you, Astrid.   I assume that Connor is your child, who is Spence? ’

' I’m—— well. mostly still kicking.    what about you? ’

' from your lips to God’s ear, so they say.  don’t I always look well? ’

i might be the only one left but i’ll ride and die with that ship >.>

    The  sky  above  shuddered and cracked,     bright lightning searing through the storm     and illuminating the peaks  of  the  clouds     overhead.  Heralded  by  the deep baying     of thunder, the lightning  leaped  down  to     meet the bright silver head of Mjolnir, held     aloft  by  the strong hand of the Asgardian     prince.

Leaving the ledger half-marked, she threw on her coat, swung out the door and down the stairs, and sprinted for the park. The rain pelted her face and soaked into her clothes. Halfway there, she could already smell ozone and ancient metal.

     Pointing to the glass           (or glasses)     in front of him that had been filled with nothing but Johnny Walker. Victor couldn’t fight back the smile that decided to stretch across his face as he leaned into the squeaking leather upholstery of the stool he occupied. Tapping the mahogany wood of the bar in front of him with his right hand ni a bit of a nameless melody. Puckering his lips together and pressing his tongue up against from behind his teeth. Whistling.     ”An’ whaddaya know?” Laughter erupted from the Lupine’s rumbling chest as he shifted his position in his seat. “Where have y’been, girrrrrl?”