“I was in a hurry.” It was the only thing that Thyone could foolishly think to say under the circumstances, though she was almost certain that he had not heard her say it at all, her teeth had begun chattering then uncontrollably, so for all Thor knew she might have said ‘hello’ or ‘help me, my feet are starting to freeze to your doorstep’. Better that he had not heard her, she did not wish to go into it for obvious personal reasons. She had still not told Thor about her past and… she wasn’t sure if he knew anything about it, if he’d asked around about her. It wasn’t that she distrusted him, it was simply such an intimately ugly thing that she had never dumped it on anyone’s lap all of the sudden. Why would she? Thyone wasn’t looking for pity, he provided her with a safe window of time to not think about all that. No need to bring personal issues to the table.
Under the guidance of his hand she moved inside of the house, immediately sensing the rise in temperature so harshly that it was akin to stepping into a furnace, though it was only pleasantly warm, it was only her skin needing to adjust going from the mild temperature of Olympus to the freezing air of the Northern mountains and then enveloped once more in welcoming heat. She almost swooned in relief. Yes. Perhaps hurrying out of Olympus unthinkingly had not been the cleverest of plans.
She surrendered the wine bottle with a faint smile now that her lips felt attached to her face again. He’d appreciate it, she was sure. Thyone allowed herself to be led because he knew how to deal with the ungodly freezing cold of his home whereas she stuck out in her ignorance in every conceivable way, due to having been raised in a place where if it had ever dared to snow, something had gone terribly wrong in the world. She happily accepted the blanket, finding it odd to be the one… cared for, under the circumstances, and then just laughed softly as Thor fretted and teased intermittently before he wrapped her in a hug.
That she had never quite gotten used to. Not to say that she didn’t enjoy them but every time he put his arms around her and pulled in close, Thyone was surprised by how large a man he was. It was one of those things that was easy to forget when he was so sweet and friendly, though she’d met him under circumstances that should have assured she would never forget how menacing and bulky he could look when mad. That part of him was not what he was with her though, so Thyone relaxed into the hug and though she couldn’t move her arms much in that position, put her hands on his sides and squeezed back, laughing again with her face fitting into the crook of his neck. “It is good to see you too, dear Thor. Thank you for rescuing me from the snow, I do not think it likes me so much this year.”
It was no secret between either of them that Thyone adored snow. For all her claims (truthful ones) that she had no idea of how to handle it, that didn’t matter. Once she got enough layers on, the first thing she would do was to go out and play as ecstatically as any child might have. Sure, it was an alien habitat to her but that did not indicate in any way that she should not fully enjoy herself now that she was in it. Age was no deterrent to the freedom of acting with the freedom of youth again when enjoying new and old things.
Thor was encouraged her to be like that, so Thyone felt alright being silly around him. She knew too that he didn’t like to cut hugs short so she simply relaxed into his body, absorbing heat from it, and breathing in deeply his scent, a mixture of chopped wood, growing pine trees and fresh earth, a bit sharp and almost but not quite floral in nature. She swallowed suddenly and then asked, lightly, “Have you eaten yet?”