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Winnfrid Thrithdottir was an adventure of a woman. She hand blonde flyaway hair that she kept in a braid, but was forever tucking loose strands back behind her ear. Her eyes were hazel and she had a slight accent from her time in Alfheim, making her voice sound almost musical.

As nervous as he was, Thor liked her at once. She smiled when he opened the door and said "Hello, Prince Thor. How are you this evening?"

"Very well, thank you," he said, accepting her hand and placing a kiss on it. "And yourself, Healer Winnfrid?"

"I'm doing just fine," she said, smiling. "And you can call me Winn, if you like."

"Then you must call me Thor," he said, taking a step away from her.

"Well, then, Thor," she said, smiling. "Why don't you take a seat and we'll get started?"

Thor sat in the chair opposite her as she gathered some documents. "These are the confidentiality forms," she said, passing them to him. "I'll need you to read and sign them before we begin. Ask me any questions you might have."

Thor did as she asked, looking them over and signing them, not having any questions. She accepted them, flipped through, and nodded, putting them aside. "Good," she said. "I'll have a copy sent to Healer Eir. In the meantime, that means we can officially start!" She sat back, hands in her lap. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Thor?"

Thor smiled. "What would you like to know?"

"Oh, just some general things," she said. "I just want to get to know you a bit."

Thor nodded and tried to relax. "Well, I am first and foremost a warrior and prince of Asgard," he said. "I have a brother called Loki. I like training and that takes up most of my time. I train some of the new recruits that come through with Tyr."

"What do you do in your spare time?" Winn asked.

"What do I..." Thor hesitated, not wanting to say 'go out with friends and drink and have adventures.' Instead, he said "I like... carving things. Out of wood."

"And what sorts of things do you carve?"

Thor shrugged. "A variety of things," he said. "I haven't done it in a long time, but I liked carving figures, usually animals. Sometimes I make spears or spoons."

"Why did you stop?" She asked, looking interested.

"I..." Thor paused, frowning. "I... I'm not quite sure. I suppose I got to busy for it, became interested in other things. I was given responsibilities and I found that when I had free time, I'd go on adventures with Loki and our friends. In fact, I spent nearly all my free time with them."

"Sounds like you and your brother are close," Winn said, filling a glass of water and passing one to him.

"We..." Thor sighed. "We were. He was—is—my best friends, but lately..." He shook his head, taking a sip of water. "Something happened, not that long ago. I don't know," he admitted. "Loki was always quiet, but lately it seems he can't even stand to be in the same room as me, and I cannot but help think it is my fault."

"How so?" Winn asked, crossing one leg over the other. Thor sighed and sipped more water.

"I am unsure where to begin," he admitted.

"Well, why don't you start with the last memory of you two being quite close and go from there?" She suggested. Thor nodded and considered.

"That would be my coronation," he said. "Or rather, right before." He smiled a little, looking down. "We were teasing each others helmets..."

He ended up telling her everything, from the coronation to Loki's breakdown in the market. Winnfrid asked questions when he paused for breath, and he did his best to answer them. By the time he had finished, it was nearly the end time for the session and his throat felt dry. He licked his lips and drank the water she had given to him at the beginning as she hummed, changing positions in her chair.

"Thor," she asked. "Do you still think frost giants are monsters?"

"What?" Thor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I don't know. What does it have to do with anything?"

Winnfrid laced her fingers together. "On Alfheim," she said, "there is a large population of jotnar. In fact, my best friend when I went to school there was a jotun. Ze was talented and a good listener. Ze graduated a few years ahead of our class."

Thor frowned. "There— You've met frost giants?"

"I've worked with them, lived with them, and learned with them," Winnfrid said, nodding. "They are legal citizens of Alfheim and are some of the most peaceful people to grace the Nine Realms. In fact, Jotunheim didn't even have a proper army until the reign of Laufey. And ze was by no means a good ruler."

Peaceful? "But... how?"

Winn smiled. "Alfheim has had a long standing alliance with Jotunheim, longer than the alliance with Asgard. Many jotnar fled Jotunheim before the war started and refuse to return. Alfheim is willing to keep them safe. But with the reign of Ruler Helbindi, I suspect many will choose to return and rebuild the Realm." She took a sip of water. "Regardless," she said, "they are no more savage than the aesir. Less so, as a matter of fact, seeing as they're not warrior-based."

Thor made a noise of disbelief. Winnfrid sighed.

"Thor, they are not monsters," she said. "They are different, it is true, and it does not help that you have only seen Jotunheim in ruins. It was once a shining, glimmering city, but with the loss of the Casket of Ancient Winters and its people, it has crumbled."

Thor on his thumbnail, a bad habit he had picked up from Fandral. He was lost in thought for a few moments before he said "What are they like?"

Winnfrid considered. "Very magic based, much like Alfheim," she said. "The food consists mostly of meat, but there are certain plants that grow as well. There is only one gender, since they are all hermaphroditic and they go be ze, zim, and zir. As such, there are no gender roles. They are intelligent, yet humble people. They are hunters, but not warriors. They are not wasteful..." She was ticking the various things off on her fingers.

"What else?" Thor asked. Winnfrid sighed, shaking her head as she laced her fingers, putting them in her lap.

"I cannot say from personal experience," she said. "I've never personally been to Jotunheim, only heard stories. And oh, what stories!" She said and smiled. "They are a very logical people, but possess no small amount of imagination." She shook her head again, smiling sadly. "It is unfortunate that Laufey ruined their image, how a proud race was destroyed in a matter of centuries. But remember this, Thor." She leaned forwards a little. "Laufey is the exception to the Jotnar. Not the example."

Winnfrid leaned back in her chair, glancing at the clock. "And our session is over."

Thor glanced at the clock and stood. "So it is. Thank you, Healer Winnfrid."

"You've very welcome, Thor," she said, smiling as she stood, walking him out. "I'll see you in two weeks, yes?"

"Yes," Thor said, smiling in return. "Two weeks."

Notes:

Kind of a short chapter, but as I wrote this, I realized I spend WAAAAAY more time developing Loki than I do Thor. This was a really good exercise for writing from Thor's perspective. Any insight on his character, or suggestions on what other things he might like to do in his spare time, or just general headcanons would be greatly appreciated!

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