Far-off thunder...
The ceremony had taken place, the gifts bestowed, and Zap beamed with pride as she walked with her new Hand down the hallway away from the throne room. The onlookers had gone, and the children had spread out in an epic game of hide and seek (which might've easily taken days). Eva pulled Nate toward the wall so that she was sandwiched and faced him. "You..." she breathed, "are so delicious..." Gods he was hot when he'd taken a knee. And when he just was. Her eyes roamed over his face and upper body before she focused on his eyes. "Ridder of Asgard," sad sigh, "this is where I bid you adieu." She'd been staring into that damned basin obsessively and she felt she was finally on the verge of cracking the code. But not before a seconds-long massage over Nate's pecs. Fffffn.