The Raven

ALWAYS - SEVEN

New Mexico

Thor Odinson, Better known as The God of Thunder, sits beside the brilliant scientist Jane Foster, A cozy fire burning at their feet in the makeshift firepit. They met two days ago when she accidentally ran her van into him, After he crashed landed here thanks to being banished by his Father Odin.

Now he's must figure out how to become worthy of wielding his precious weapon Mjolnir once again, So he may return home and resume his rightful place as the Future King of Asgard.

"So you and your brother, Loki, Are you close in real life?" Jane asks, Gazing up at the golden haired god.

"No, Unfortunately we have never quite seen eye-to-eye, We're very different in most every way..."

"That's how the myths are written." She turns her gaze up to the beautiful nights sky, The best part about working in the desert is how clear all the stars are.

"Myths?" He asks confused, meeting her hazel eyes.

"Yeah, See here we have books about you guys... The Norse Gods," She explains, Pulling her laptop from it's bag and searching his name.

Thousands of results light up on the screen and she hands the small laptop to him, His turquoise eyes widen as he reads the first few before shifting his gaze back to hers.

"Are all of these tales only about Loki and I?"

"Actually we have stories about all of the Norse Gods, Your mother Frigga and Father too."

"What about my sister?"

"Sister?" She asks, her brows furrowing together.

"Surely there must be tales of Svana on your magic book?"

"I've never heard the name before... Let me look," She gently leans against him, Typing Svana Norse Goddess into the search engine, Except no results pop up, "I'm sorry, I don't see anything about her."

She watches as his face falls with disappointment, "She died when we were children, Perhaps that's why..."

"I'm so sorry, Was she sick?"

"We didn't know it at the time, But apparently so... One evening Mother put us all to bed, And the next morning our parents were telling us she had died in her sleep..."

Jane can see the sadness in his eyes, She's doesn't have any siblings of her own, However she often thinks of her assistant Darcy Lewis as a younger sister and she can only imagine how sad she'd be if Darcy were just gone one day.

"What was she like?" She asks, Tilting her head as he smiles solemnly down at her.

"Well, She was a lot like Loki in certain ways, They were very mischievous. Always driving our Mother and Father to madness from the habit they'd wreak," He chuckles, "It was all in good fun you know, They freed the dozen Bilgesnipe Father had caught on one of his hunts during the celebration feast, And then Svana reanimated the stuffed boa-"

"Wait," She gasps, Praying she misheard him, "Did you just say reanimated? As in, Brought the dead animal back to life?"

"Well, Not quite... It wasn't so much alive again, As it was simply being puppeteered by Svana."

Jane's gawking expression causes him to laugh, "In Asgard we have magic, So while Father was training me for battle, Both Svana and Loki would learn the art of magic with our Mother."