Arrival in Luceti

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One moment Jane is sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee and leafing through her notebook, and the next she's standing in the middle of a forest clearing. Instead of her flannel pajamas she is clad in a simple white dress and her feet are bare.  Her notebook, the summary of her life's work, is nowhere to be seen. At her feet, though, is a notebook-looking thing with her name on the front. She picks it up and opens it, then sits down where she is to read.

Later, still in the woods but feeling more acclimated to where she is and the new wings on her back, she decides to give the communications function a try. She writes a short message that reads

"Hello, my name is Jane Foster, and I've just arrived. I am in the forest and I can't tell which direction to go to get out. Could someone help me out? Thanks!" 

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"Okay. What's your place like?" Jane didn't need much. She'd even lived in her van for a while when finances had been particularly tough. As long as she had the essentials and could pursue her passions she was happy. She didn't need a huge apartment or expensive clothes.

"That's quite a joke! But I guess it's better than being turned into a horse." Yes, she'd read those stories too. Loki apparently enjoyed playing tricks on anyone and everyone. And just as Jane didn't prioritize belongings, so too appearance was not the most important thing to her. What mattered most was his heart and what kind of man he was. Those were the things that had made her fall in love with him - his bravery and humility and willingness to sacrifice himself for others. The Thor who held her did not know what it felt like to sacrifice his mother and brother in order to save the universe, but she knew that if he had to, he would. She knew his heart.

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"I live with my brother in a small house close to the woods. Tis a simple, small cottage with books enough for his mind and a larder large enough for my stomach." Even though it is still a question of how long they might stand one another- they have fared well thus far. It's a simple enough thing to not wish one another dead.

His mirth holds until that one...comment. And while she is dear to him, while he is glad to hold her as they come closer to the village that is one tale he would rather not hear ever again. Expression shuttering, lips pressed thin, he rumbled. "...I would thank you not to mention that particular tale. Tis a vicious rumor, little more, and slander at it's worst. If you've any love for me you shall not mention it in this village."

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"That sounds nice. Must be enormous, though." Enough books and enough food? She hadn't known there was a house big enough for both. And just as she's settling into a playful mood and banter with him, his expression changes and his smile disappears. She's not sure what she said to warrant such a thing. The story she'd read had been in a children's book, and it was simply that Loki had turned himself into a horse to distract a stallion from building a wall. Whatever he thought she was talking about was obviously something upsetting to him, and so she decided asking him about it would only make things worse.

Nodding, she answered quietly. "My lips are sealed." His voice was low and grumbly, the version she'd come to refer to her her mind as his 'thunder voice'. She'd rarely heard him direct it towards her, and she didn't like it. Time for a subject change.

"So that's the village? How many buildings are there total?"