"It's just how I always pictured it," Thor whispered, squeezing Jane's hand. The feasts and celebrations of Asgard were beyond compare. The hall was warm and brightly lit, fires roaring and filling the room with a comforting orange glow. Tables after tables of food lined one side of the room, and there were banners of red and gold everywhere. Crowds of people, his friends, the court, noble persons from across the realm were all gathered, some dancing, some laughing, and a few dueling for sport upon the balcony, to raucous cheers. His eyes drifted to the head table and he sighed. "Except for that, of course," he said, nodding over. Whenever he'd pictured it, his father would be laughing, leading the dances -- would nod his approval at Thor and smile upon his bride with warmth and love. Odin was seated at the table, smiling sure enough but it was all for show. Thor turned away, guided Jane towards the dancing. "How are you doing, min sol?" he asked her. "You look beautiful, a goddess if I ever saw one."