A Special Place (Sif)
Even now, it was all still surreal to him, all still new and grand in spite of all the years that had passed. Long had Sif been his wife, but only recently had Thor begun to feel any particular attachment to her when he was away from Asgard, and as he made his way through Thrudheim now his only desire was to take her into his arms. To hold her close. Simply to merely look upon her. No longer was he a returning warrior, full of boasts and trophies from his latest exploit, but simple a husband eager to see his wife.
And he would waste no time.
Even without Mjolnir hanging around her neck, Thor instinctively knew where to find her, and indeed, there are few places that she could ever hope to hide from him. Not that she would. Not anymore, at least. He sensed her presence on a road that was likely taking her to visit Frigg, and though there were many ways in which he could have come upon her, there was only one that seemed fitting to him. Like a flash of lightning in a clear blue sky, Thor appeared out of no where behind Sif, immediately stopping her as he seized her in his arms, laughing to himself as she gave a start and gasped. Before giving her the chance to turn around and retaliate in any kind for his surprising her in such a way, he reached around Sif, placing a length of fine chain around her neck from which hung his mighty hammer, and fastened it in back even as he kissed the top of her head.
"It is time, Sif."
She turned around and looked up at him with that smile he had been missing, but before she could speak her swept her up into his arms, and with her eyes locked upon her own she may not have noticed right away that they were gone from the road, and in another place altogether. There was a lake at his back, one well known but not often frequented in Asgard as it lay off the beaten path from most everything else. As Thor began to walk, cradling Sif to his chest, she could feel the cool breeze pass over them from the water, and smell the forest all around them. When able to take her eyes away from him, and take a glance ahead to where he was taking her, she would see that which he had been working on, and which she had been so anxious to see.
Their home was done.
Approaching the massive deck, she would perhaps recognize some of the logs that he had felled that played into much of the construction. Walking up the deck to the sliding glass windows, he kept Sif in his arms just long enough to carry her inside over the threshold for the first time, a tradition he had learned of in Midgard and one he wanted to emulate now. Not particularly certain how to show her just all he had done, he sets Sif to her feet. Most all the furniture around them was over sized, and everything that she had not bought herself was of a fine Dwarven quality that Midgard could not hope to reproduce.
"Have a look around, Sif.. I'll follow."
If not for his amusement, he would have almost regretted such words he spoke, as he followed he from one room to another in haphazard fashion, with only brief pauses here and there as she admired something that particularly appealed to her. Though not larger than the one in his hall, the kitchen here was of good size, with more than enough counter space for her to work, plenty of shelves and drawers, not to mention a large number of modern appliances, based off specifications in Midgard but of a much higher quality. Tearing her away from the kitchen, the next room they went in for more than a moment was the expansive library, with books of interest to the both of them that lined the walls and a modern office, meticulously designed for her to keep in contact with the mortal world.
From there, they moved into a large bathroom that featured what was perhaps his favorite feature of their new home; the bath tub. It was not the tub itself, so much as the size of it, and thought of just laying in it with Sif at night that so appealed to him. He made a gesture to point out the one way mirrors, so that they could look out upon the lake from here, if they so chose or gaze upon the stars at night, and kissed her lightly when she turned to him.
Hand in hand, they finally stopped, at least for the moment, in their new bedroom. Featured prominently was the massive oak pencil post bed she had procured from Midgard, that he appreciated for its size, as well as the thought of her needing step-stool to climb into it. There was a night stand on either side of the bed with a place for her to plug in her lap top, and a fire place against the opposite wall for the winter months. As in the bathroom, there was a scenic view of the lake, and more than that, a sky light over the bed for gazing at the night sky.
"I call it "Heita", "Promise." Symbolic of our new bond and devotion to one another.. at least, that was what I was thinking." The hand on the back of his neck spoke volumes of his uncertainty over the name.
"What do you think?"
Even though there was still much more to be seen, he just had to know what her initial thoughts were.