((This chapter doesn't really have anything to do with chapter one...at least, I don't think. But I'm trying to make it so. Lol. I felt like I wanted to continue with this story, so here I am. But it's taken a new turn...so here we go. :)

Chapter Two

'Jane Foster, why do you cry?'

Jane squeezed her eyes shut at that familiar voice. There had always been something about the way that he spoke, something about the way that the enormous Norse God of Thunder had always said her name.

He wasn't here, so she summed it up to her missing him and exhaustion.

He'd come. He'd fought. He'd gone. He'd promised.

'And I will keep that promise, Jane Foster.'

She already felt like a dolt for crying earlier. The first time she'd met him, their time had been short lived. But he'd changed her life in those few days. He'd come, he'd fought, he'd gone. She'd waited. She'd never worked so hard in her life to put together the pieces of something so difficult, something that could cross time and space.

'And you must not give up, Jane Foster. I will return, as I promised.'

Even in sleep she dreamed about meeting him again.

'Open your eyes, Jane Foster.'

"I'm tired. Go away." She hadn't slept in days. Nick Fury was a pain in the ass. When he wanted something done, he wanted it done without the care of anyone but the outcome. She hugged the pillow tighter over her face, wishing her dream Norse God would keep talking, but with less talking.

That definitely made sense.

He chuckled. 'Nick Fury is a man of great power in his own right, but I agree with your...status of him. Now open your eyes, Jane Foster. I cannot let you give up. I cannot return without your influence.'

Jane groaned; didn't he know she had tried? She was trying? Was she really so close to giving up? She groaned again and tossed the pillow sideways, her arm falling out. Her hand met icy air and her eyes flew open as she twisted onto her side, yanking her hand back into the warmth of her body.

And there he was. But wasn't. Was she imaging Thor sinking to his knees beside her cramped bed, his body flickering in and out, but none the less transparent? "Thor?" She finally whispered. Was she seeing a Ghost?

'I am alive and well, Jane. Do not cry for me. I will keep my promise. But you must not give up.'

"Thor...how are you..."

His smiled flickered in and out. 'Heimdall is not without his own.'

As if that made total sense to her. She sat up and swung her legs to the edge of the bed, throwing the thin blanket off. She didn't care about the too big shirt that fell to cover her thighs. Thor was here and—she fell right through him, her body coming up against the cabinets behind him instead of his body.

He laughed softly again, his translucent body turning towards her. 'Jane, clumsy as ever.' He said softly, reaching out a hand to touch her cheek. All she felt was a drop in temperature near her cheek. 'Finish what you started, Jane. You're closer than you realize.'

He was here, but he wasn't.

'I must go, Jane. Do not give up hope. Finish what you started.'

"Wait—" But he was already fading from her sight until there was only her and the cramped trailer she called a home. She dragged on a pair of jeans and stepped barefoot into a pair of worn sneakers and ran out the door.

She had work to do.

Asgard...

"Thank you, Heimdall." Thor said solemnly as he stepped out from behind Heimdall, dropping his hand from the giant Guardians shoulder. Heimdall could do amazing things.

"Even the strongest of Warriors need help from time to time." Heimdall spoke, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

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