One minor issue. Her hopes that the issue was to do with Minor were dashed when she looked deeper into her husband's eyes. Seriously? She shrugged; a gesture for him to carry on about his mysterious being that required being stowed away in a remote part of the palace. "How long?" her eyebrows rose with an accusation but a smile was threatening to show itself. Her gaze shifted around the table to their wedding party, trying to pry a confession out of any one of the Avengers or others who sat with them, but most had gone for drinks or dancing. It didn't matter, it was done with. After Mr. Odinson explained, she sighed. "I'd rather go now," the sorceress proclaimed. Their guests might assume they were sneaking off to be naughty or saying goodnight to their children. She, however, had no intention of being naughty, even after the warm kiss that she still felt against her face and the affection that was still radiating from the Thunder God. She stood. Then all the seated Asgardians stood. Then the Midgardians and those from Alfheim followed suit. Right. She waited for Thor to stand and then gestured for everyone to go about what they'd been doing, and excused herself from the table.