Househunters Intergalactic
@gloryofwar
Thor rested a hand on the peeling white picket fence. He didn’t quite understand the purpose of such a fence. It was by no means a fortification. It would not protect the home from any kind of attack. It might prevent the entry of an animal not inclined to burrow, he supposed.
“This one looks like it might have higher ceilings,” Thor said, looking back at Sif. They had been in another house earlier with a sloped ceiling in the bedroom that Thor had bumped his head on. They had decided that it was not for them.















