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Words simply could not explain or describe the look of shock that fell upon the God of Thunderâs face, even after Jane had called his name and cupped his face for him to behold everything before him. Jane was back, she was alive and completely cancer free, free to live out the rest of her days alongside Thor with the most eternal of gratitude. âJane, I--I cannot believe it,â Thor repeatedly stumbled over his words, simply astounded that she was even here right now. âBut the gates of Valhalla, you turned them down? Valhalla is an Asgardian warriorâs ultimate reward Jane...did you truly leave all of that behind just to come back to Midgard? But why?â Thor just couldnât understand why on earth sheâd made such a...bold choice for herself, but the answer was too obvious for him to just admit to right off the bat. She clearly came back to Earth to be with him, to build out a life for the two of them together to call their own, to be with the one sheâd finally admitted to loving all along. âSo you are a Valkyrie now...that does make sense. It is Asgardian tradition that only the strongest and most noble of Asgardâs female warriors and even beyond our realm, are chosen to be Valkyrie. Youâve made a strong choice or two for yourself Jane, two that I cannot be mad at,â Thor finally managed to bring himself to smile at Jane after the state of shock finally began subsiding.
The reunion immediately shifted into further territory, with Thor locking his lips with those of Jane, in a deep, passionate kiss that felt reminiscent of two long lost lovers who hadnât seen one another in ages. His hands roamed her back like a man without a GPS, feeling the hunger and desire for his lover once again, just happy to be able to hold and touch her again. The passion between their kiss only deepened on Thorâs end, and lifting her by the frame of her body, the God of Thunder couldnât help but express his gratitude for how wonderful everything felt nowadays. He was so used to losing everyone and everything that he ever cared about, so to finally get this slice of Valhalla for himself? Well, that couldnât have made any moment more perfect than this one. âIâm grateful to have you back among the living, Jane. With me, with New Asgard. Know that you have a home here. With me, with all of us,â he breathed, almost shakily.
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