“I made it link by link, and yard by yard.”
Thor appeared in his bedroom, foot falls heavier than normal, disappointment on his face and golden mask in his hand. Eva, lovely as she was, had either just sat on their bed or risen from a lounge. The sight of her lightened the Allfather’s mood, but he was still in a state.
“I found it,” he offered the relic to Eva, then quickly pulled the enchanted item back. “Maybe you shouldn’t touch it,” he reasoned then set the mask on the dresser across the room from Eva.
“Sif found me in the vault,” Thor told her in lieu of an explanation of his mood. "She confessed her love to me, told me she knew of Nathaniel’s involvement with our marriage, and asked if she should pursue her feelings or move on with her life,” the God of Thunder shared, then sighed heavily at the mask he’d just propped up. After a moment he turned to face his wife, partially full of shame. “I told her I loved her... because I do, and I did not mean to hide that from you, if I even did,” he vowed, but Zap was very perceptive. “But I also explained to her my devotion to you... anyway, she left crying and I feel as though I’ve damaged a friendship,” his eyes teared unexpectedly, “a friendship I simply require, Eva,” Thor spoke candidly to his wife, zero doubt in his mind she’d appreciate it.