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Thor Odinson was in a bit of a bind. Thankfully, this one wasn’t Loki related, but it was still worrying. It wasn’t every day you took your girlfriend to your home planet and then managed to lose her.
“[Name],” he shouted as he rushed into the dining hall. No answer.
“[Name],” he called again as he ran into the throne room. It was empty.
“[Name],” he bellowed into the Bifrost chamber. “Answer me!”
But still there was no reply. Had you gone home? But surely Heimdall would have told him. Beginning to feel a slight sting of panic, Thor turned and started back to the palace. Perhaps his mother had cornered you so that she could show you the portraits of himself and Loki as children.
“Looking for something?”
Thor spun around to see Sif leaning casually against a golden pillar, eyes narrowed but her lips smirking.
He stepped forward eagerly. “[Name]! Have you found her?”
“Follow me,” Sif answered and turned to walk away. Thor quickly fell into step beside her.
“Is [Name] all right?”
“She’s fine.” For some reason, Sif sounded amused. The reason did not soon become apparent, for she led Thor straight to one of the large, open sparring areas on Asgard. But still, Thor could not see his girlfriend.
“[Name],” he called. Instead of a female figure appearing, Thor spotted Fandral waving at him from the center.
“Thor! Help!” Fandral cried.
“Help?” Thor frowned. “But why?”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
That was [Name]. Somehow having worked your way onto the ceiling, you plummeted onto Fandral’s shoulders and latched your arms loosely about his neck. The swashbuckler immediately began to thrash about, attempting to throw the young woman off of him.
Thor watched in confusion for nearly five seconds, then burst out laughing.
“It looks like you’ve found another warrior, Thor,” Sif said as she joined in watching.
“Yes,” Thor answered, “I have.”