𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 a glittering gold star map , thor thumbed over the lines of orbital rotations of the galaxy , and found it difficult to concentrate. not because of the wine , but because of her.
jane foster .
would she not adore this place? would he not find her bounding around the premises with undisguised glee , absolutely dedicated to discovering its every nook and cranny? no doubt she would stare in wide-eyed wonder at the ceiling that glittered with hundreds of stars , or tip-toeing her way around the base of the giant telescope just to get a GLIMPSE of the notes sprawled within the offices there. she would be happy here. he could imagine it ever so clearly : the light in her eyes as bright , and as beautiful as a sun's rays at dawn. the smile that would paint her lips , the greatest gift of all . it would warm him simply to bask in such a sight — WERE HE ALLOWED ITS GRACE.
thor's brow furrowed slight. with a frown , he blinked and REDOUBLED HIS OWN EFFORTS , squinting at the names of this realm's five planets.
but it was . . . DIFFICULT . . . to escape the growing chill down his spine .
@diemon / get his ass
