The Healing Room

"My words are mere noises to you that you ignore them completely?" Odin questions upon his entrance of the healing room. "She is ill." Thor informs his father as if it will mean anything while keeping his eye's on both Jane and Darcy. "She is mortal. Illness is a defining trait." The aging king tells his son in anger while remembering his earlier conversation with Frigga as he looks at his heir and his two guest. "They do not belong here on Asgard anymore than goats belong at a banquette table." Odin says while waving a hand some of the healers motioning for them to leave the room.

"Hey!" The two women say in unison before waiting to seen if Thor will defend their honor. Odin completely ignores the Midgardians. "Their world has its healers. They're called doctors. Let them deal with it." He walks past Jane and the lead healer. "Guards! Take them back to Midgard!" Odin orders hoping he can change the vision from Frigga's mirror and without seeing the redness of the Aether moving beneath Jane's skin. "No! Wait! Don't!" Thor warns after seeing the redness move and few seconds too late then watches as the Aether pushes the guards across the room.

"What the Hell was that?!" Darcy ask as both royals rush to Jane's side. "The Aether was defending itself." Thor informs the intern from over his shoulder while Odin examines the astrophysicist's arm. "Come with me." Odin says before leading them out of the healing room.