Thor had no idea what was wrong with Torunn or why she had not shown up to eat anything. The Warriors Three, Sif, even Loki asked about her absence that night. He wasn't sure why, but even though she had only done it once, eating there without her now felt strange. Wrong. Someone should have been there, laughing with his friends, but she wasn't. He finished quicker than usual and bid them all good night, going to his chambers. He laid on his bed, but he did not sleep yet.

Thor thought about her in the woods. It amazed him how good of a climber she was. He couldn't think of any place where she would have gotten that much practice, since she said she had been in different foster homes for most of her life. But, she would have to stay somewhere in between foster families, right? She would have been at an orphanage. Then his thoughts trailed off, eventually landing on one adventure to Midgard, when he and Fandral had visited an orphanage and told them a story about a hunt in the Enchanted Forest.

There was one thing about the memory that stood out the most. That little girl. And her eyes, of course, so beautiful, the color of storms. He nearly jumped out of his bed upon realizing who she was. Torunn was the girl in the orphanage, the one being chased by those boys, the one who had fallen asleep in his arms. Torunn was the sad little girl who, for one night, he had loved as his own.

He got up and went down the hall to Torunn's room. He knocked and the door opened almost immediately. Torunn stood on the other side, seemingly shocked that Thor had come to see her again.

"Yeah?" she said.

"It was you." he said, looking almost in awe.

"What was me?"

"You." he said again, "At the orphanage." Torunn just stood there, wondering what he would do now that he knew.

"Yeah." she said.

"You never gave me answer,earlier." Thor stepped into the room and Torunn closed the door. "When I asked what led you to believe that you were my daughter."

"Well..." Torunn said, taking her usual place at the end of her bed. She looked up and noticed that the burned wall spot was right behind Thor, who had taken no notice of it. "you know I never got attached to any of the foster families, and I didn't have many friends other than John."

Thor simply stood, leaned back against the wall in front of her. She had not looked at him since he entered the room, and he wasn't sure why, but he really wanted her to. "And when Fandral and I came that day..."

"It just felt right." she said.

"Well, how did you know that it wasn't Fandral then?"

"Mostly your eyes." Thor raised an eyebrow. "His are lighter blue than ours. Plus, the feeling was different. He felt more like a good friend than a father."

She looked up at him then, and for a few seconds, his gaze was locked on her eyes. "Forgive me, but the way you acted towards Fandral when you first arrived did not seem anywhere near friendly."

Torunn let out a breath of laughter. "Taking that passageway must have affected my head somehow because I'm not usually like that."

"And that," he said, "is why I prefer the Bifrost. I wouldn't want to come home from a quest and slap Loki for no reason."

"Yeah, he'd probably magic you into something crazy."

Thor laughed. "But why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"What? Warn you about being turned into an animal?"

"No." Thor said, "Tell me that we'd met before?"

"Because me and Fandral thought we would hint around and see how long it took you to catch on. We were just gonna mess with you for a minute."

"It would have helped your argument a lot sooner though if you had just told me."

"Yeah, I know, but I also wanted to see if I could win the argument without it." Thor didn't understand the girls reasoning, but he didn't question it further. He really didn't understand the girl at all. But that was the purpose of their many quests, so he would just go along with the plan and try to learn more along the way.

He nodded. "Alright then. We will have to tell Fandral not to 'hint around' any longer in the morning." he looked around for a moment, eyes falling on the sword behind her in the corner of the room. It had been taken from her when the warriors caught her, but she had apparently gotten it back. "How good are you with that, if you don't mind me asking?" he gestured to the sword.

She turned around to look at it. "Not very good," she said. She laughed and he just stared at her.

"What is so funny?" he asked.

"That thing isn't even real!" she laughed. He walked to the corner of the room and unsheathed the 'sword.' Wood.

"Why do you have it if it isn't real?" he asked.

"Ah I just wanted to look like I knew what I was doing." she said.

"Well, perhaps we should get you some real weapons. I doubt you will be able to do much damage with a wooden sword." he said, putting the sword back in its place.

"Yeah..."

"We could use some of the practice weapons in the court yard, teach you how to fight." he said, "Then we can get you real weapons to use on the quests."

"Yeah, I always kind of liked daggers." she said, smiling.

"Daggers?" he said, "Like Loki?"

"Yeah, just because you can throw them at people, or they can be for one on one stuff."

"A fair point, it is often the same with Mjolnir." Thor smiled too. "Well, alright. Sleep well, Torunn."

"Yeah, goodnight." she said. Thor turned and left the room.