AUTHOR'S NOTE
Had a chicken and a cat die this week. So, like Rhiley, I have been through a week, and it's been tough, so I'm going to withdraw into fanfictions and away from real life.
Enjoy this chapter!
(Also, I might have rewritten Thor 3 a little, but that's what happens when you add your own character and the script isn't well-written.
Love,
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Rhiley Stark had been through a week.
First, she was shot in the heart. Again. Then came the Miami disaster: fire, explosions, a collapsing oil rig, and a last-minute showdown with a supercharged megalomaniac. Oh, and the small matter of Tony discovering she was his long-lost aunt—who'd fought Nazis with Captain America.
She doesn't really remember the order of the events at this moment in time.
So after nearly dying twice in the past few years—each for roughly five minutes, but who's counting?—she was understandably dreaming of one thing: a bubble bath, a bottle of wine, and forty-eight hours with no world-saving responsibilities.
Which was why, when she stepped into her modest cottage in coastal Maine, toes aching and soul just beginning to unclench, she did not expect to be immediately ripped through space and time.
She didn't scream. She'd seen worse. But she did mutter, "Oh, come on."
Moments later, her boots clinked against marble, and the air shimmered with gold. She stood beneath an endless sky, a shimmering realm of high towers and celestial quiet.
A tall man with luminous gold eyes greeted her with unsettling calm. "Rhiley?"
She blinked. "Where am I?"
"Asgard," he replied.
"Of course," she muttered.
The air trembled with thunder.
"Lady Rhiley! You look radiant as ever!"
Thor strode toward her like a golden retriever in armor, arms open and voice booming with delight.
"Thor," she said flatly. "Did you just kidnap me from my house?"
"You looked tired."
"I am tired. There was supposed to be a bath. Wine. Candles. Now there's marble and magic and—oh look—another cosmic problem."
Thor took her in properly now: hoodie, sweatpants, hair in a messy bun, the unmistakable aura of someone one step away from a meltdown.
"You look... unwell," he said, frowning.
"Gee, thanks."
"You're here because Jane needs you."
That stopped her. Rhiley straightened, frown tightening. "Wait. Jane's in trouble?"
Thor nodded gravely.
She sighed. "Next time, maybe just call like a normal god."
The healing chamber pulsed with uneasy magic. Red and gold energy danced through the air, shifting like a storm cloud over Jane Foster's prone form. Asgardian healers circled quietly, whispering in clipped tones.
Rhiley leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Her body felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry, but her eyes were sharp, alert.
Jane opened her eyes, a tired smile ghosting her face. "You know, for someone who complains about cosmic disasters, you show up a lot."
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