The warm rumbling voice she heard was lighter in its timbre than Logan's, and familiar. Far enough away so that she didn't hear the words clearly, she searched her memory for the sound. As she sorted through a ridiculous collection of gossamer summer scarves, she heard the syllables of her name and knew immediately.
"Thor!" she nearly squealed and let the scarves fall where they might as she flung open the door to her bedroom. She dashed through the hallway, the living room, and ducked under Logan's braced arm across the doorway without pause. And without pause, she threw her arms full around the large god. There was nothing reverent about it. It was almost undiluted joy, incarnated in motion.
"Thor!" she exclaimed again and squeezed his neck while laughing.