Re: Hotel: Jane/Thor
[The dungeons were no longer his home, though they might have been preferred simply because they were within the city proper, and a place that he was forbidden to return to. Instead he had been turned out by Loki and only the farms furthest from the city had not immediately slammed the door in his face when he had shown up to inquire about work. Even so, they would no take him until he came upon the fifth such farm and one that was in sore need of help. The animals ran amok and everything needed a fresh coat of paint, several of the fences needed repair and the aging woman that ran it was willing to take him in, even though she'd heard rumors of his treachery.
But he was not allowed into the house, only the barn. It wasn't adventuring and it certainly wasn't glamorous, but he sometimes felt a twinge in his muscles from the work he'd done that day and sleep (when it came) was deep.
Then came the door. He'd noticed it first when he was mucking the stalls of the barn and tried it a day later. The realms had been forbidden to him; the hotel was not. Out he went and then he messaged Jane once he returned.
Now when he came through he was no longer in the shining armor of Asgard but in dark leather, fairly clean with little pieces of hay clinging for dear life, especially on his lower legs. But she was there, unhurt, beautiful, and he stepped closer, arms opening for her.]