Jord had been quiet lately, to the outside world. Quietly playing workaholic by day, alcoholic by night, crashing more often than not in Blake's Manhattan apartment (since she owned it anyway), starting multiple projects, organizing rallies, making last minute trips to Capitol Hill...
Just trying not to think, really, and succeeding...sometimes.
Her meeting with Guns had shaken her more than she cared to let on. She was treading on dangerous ground now and she knew that...trying to juggle too many allies, too many enemies, too many secrets all at once. And the goddess could handle damn near everything but not when she was quietly processing her own grief, grief over leaving Adonis (for yes, it was she that left, but only technically so - she had not strayed), grief over the return of Frigg and subsequent perceived loss of Baldr, grief over the All Father's sudden silence. It hurt, it hurt more than anything had hurt in a very long time, old hurts and new hurts that echoed deep scars, and so the goddess worked, and she drank, and sometimes, she didn't have to think.
But today she was returning home, briefly as she normally did, to check on her dwelling and ensure it's protection, to feed her cats, to retrieve another pack or two of exotic cigarettes and care for her sweet plants. And as Jord traversed the doorposts of her brownstone, she realized quite suddenly that someone was there.
Someone uninvited.
Unnerved, the goddess walked slowly up the stairs, mind processing the implications of this. Her home was protected by the runes; it could not be found except by those who knew where it was. Which meant that whoever now waited for her inside of it....they were either powerful enough to see through the protection, or drawn to her energy with such strength that the runes were rendered useless. It would be a happy thing...it likely was not.
Slowly, slowly, Jord made her way to the apartment, up the steps, quiet as a breeze...and finally, she looked through her door, over to the kitchen...
Thor.
She would have recognized him anywhere, and the fact that his energy had not registered in her the moment she arrived at the building was a testament to the strength of her runes...or to how upset she truly was. She didn't want to consider it, didn't want to think...and besides, the god that was currently rummaging about her kitchen gave her thoughts enough.
An icy wind blew through the apartment, ruffled her auburn curls as she stood, still looking every inch professional in her sleek dark suit and heels, brow raised as she leaned on the door frame. Her refrigerator? What would he find in there? Thor had never shared his mother's eating habits - the goddess a 'vegan' as they now called it, her son a red blooded Viking god - but it didn't at all appear that was going to stop him.
"I suppose you finally found it convenient to come home?" she asked, tone like cracking ice, eyes cold. "And then decided to break into my home without warning me? In these dangerous times?"