AHA. Here is more. Because for a change, I sat down and actually wrote three chapters of a story at once instead of just a paragraph, before my attention is whisked away.

I have had too much coffee and have nothing else to do.

As always, own nothing, read and review away people. Much love.

Heimdall smiled to himself as he watched her.

She was quite remarkable for being a mortal. Clever, quick thinking, and stubborn. It was no small wonder that Thor was so fixated on her. Giggling maidens were easy to win when you were the heir to the throne of Asgard. They fell over themselves for an opportunity to woo the mighty god of thunder, but what did they have to offer? Beauty, soft glowing skin, and silk only went so far. In the past they were enough to hold the attention of the proud son of Odin, if only until he tired of their... talents.

It seemed however, that his time on Midgard had taught him more than a bit of humility. It taught him respect, and value in the feminine gender.

This Jane Foster, although smitten and attracted to Thor, had not submitted to him at a glance. Her first thought was not to simply open her legs to him. She knew she had more to offer than just that, and if watching her was any indication, was Thor ever going to have to work hard to conquer her, perhaps even pick up the talent Midgardians called "guitar."

He laughed quietly to himself as he continued surveying the realms.

"Humorous joke my friend?"

Heimdall tilted his head slightly to the side, viewing Thor in his periphery.

"If only you knew."

"Well you could let me in on it." Thor suggested, noting Heimdall's sly smile.

"She wonders why males are so poor at communicating."

Half entertained by Jane's musing, and half saddened by it, Thor smiled too.

"I would communicate with her if I could, Heimdall. It pains me greatly that you can see and hear her, and I can not. What I would do just to look upon her face again."

"It is a tired face to see." Heimdall said, adjusting his sword. "She works hard and late, night and day to open the Bifrost and bring you back."

"Jane is smart." Thor confidently declared. "It has been a long time, though I am sure she will soon get it working."

"Don't be so sure, my friend." Heimdall said cryptically. "There are those on Midgard hindering her progress."

"Who?" Thor challenged, wanting to know who may dare to stop Jane from success.

"The group called SHIELD. They lack confidence in Jane Foster's work and her competency."

"Well why should they?"

"Because they know she is in love with you. They see it as easily as I do Thor."

"Why let that be a problem? If anything her conviction and dedication should make her more trustworthy in their eyes." Thor protested gruffly. "It certainly would me."

"Midgard is different than Asgard. It is an unstable realm, easily affected by that which is not the norm. The very presence of mortals there over the ages has already poisoned and injured Midgard's delicate balance. SHIELD does not trust that Jane is in the right state of mind to be trusted with the power to potentially destroy a good deal of their world, lest she be too eager to open the Bifrost and cause a catastrophe."

Heimdall turned his head back to Thor when he heard the frustrated huff from the god's nose: His brow was furrowed and his fists were clenched, his mouth set in an angry line. He could feel the ire rising from him, and Heimdall pitied him. For once in his entire life, the great and powerful Thor was completely unable to do anything; no amount of yelling, or demanding, or rushing off to battle was going to help. For there was no real battle to rush off to, and the Bifrost remained broken. Jane was alone, just as he was.

"She is right to be angry." Thor finally said, fingers white around Mjolnir. "This SHIELD... they do her a great disservice by making her waste her time in such a way."

"It is what it is, my friend." Heimdall said serenely, turning back to the cosmos stretched before him.

Behind him, he heard a mighty bellow from Thor. One that slightly shook the bright quartz beneath his boots. He smiled to himself again, privately. Thor would do whatever it took for Jane to hear his voice.

Hmm. Angsty Thor does not like.

Good evening everyone.

R&R