Jane: No, this is good. Thank you. This means I don't have to start from scratch...
She sits down and opens the notebook eagerly, then stops, a harsh realization clouding her face. Thor notices.
Thor: What's wrong?
Jane: SHIELD, whatever they are. They're never going to let this research see the light of day.
Thor: You must do this. You must finish what you've started.
Jane: Why?
Thor: Because you're right. It's taken so many generations for your people to get to this point. You're nearly there. You just need someone to show you how close you really are.
y/n: The hell is he talking about?
Thor moves beside her, opens her notebook, turns to the page which bears a sketch of the Bifrost. He takes the pen from the notebook, begins to add to the sketch, leading from one point to another in space.
Thor: Look -- your ancestors called it magic. You call it science. I come from a place where they're one and the same thing.
Thor is drawing the branches of Yggdrasil as she looks on, amazed and intrigued.
Jane: What is it?
Thor: This is how my father explained it to me... Your world is one of the Nine Realms of the Cosmos, linked to each other by the branches of Yggdrasil, the Worlds Tree. Now, you see it every day, without realizing. Images glimpsed through -- what did you call it?... this Hubble Telescope. So, Nine Realms...
They look at each other. She nods. They smile. This is going to be a long night. Jane sleeps beside Thor on the blankets on the rooftop. He stares up at the night sky. She rolls close to him, nuzzles against him in her sleep. He looks down at her, beautiful in the moonlight, looks out at the town beyond her. Having seen enough, y/n hops on a random motorbike that belongs to somebody else and drives it away.
y/n: Who leaves the keys in the ignition?
After returning to the base he informs Phil on the situation.
Phil: So he's mad.
y/n: Completely baked yeah.
Phil: And he thinks he's Thor?
y/n: He knows he's Thor.
Phil: Oh come on.
y/n: Think about it! Hammer that no-one can lift? Weird northern light looking weather? Bells ringing?
Phil: And you think he's Thor?
y/n: Wanna bet on it?
Phil looks around the room and disables the cameras.
Phil: You're on.
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Thor awakens, looks down to see Jane still sleeping, nuzzled against him. She opens her eyes, looks up at him and smiles. He stands, offers his hand, helps her to her feet. Thor helps Jane down off a ladder. A groggy, hungover Selvig emerges from Jane's trailer. He sees Thor with Jane. Selvig eyes the two of them together, then
Selvig: Where'd the other guy go? Eh, I don't care, I need some coffee.
The three head inside Smith Motors.
From the library rooftop across the street, two SHIELD Agents and y/n- back in civilian clothes: watch the scene, pointing a small audio surveillance device towards the lab. Darcy and Selvig sit at a card table, drinking coffee. Thor holds a couple plates as Jane makes eggs on a hotplate. She scoops them out onto the plates. Thor takes them over to the table, sets them down before Selvig and Darcy.
Darcy: Thanks.
Thor: You're very welcome.
Jane joins them at the card table with a couple more plates. She and Thor sit with the others and start to eat their breakfast, looking like a little family. On a roof across the street from Smith Motors, Agents Garrett, Cale and Romanoff continue their surveillance, bored out of their wits. Agent Cale watches the group through the lab window with binoculars. Agent Garrett listens to the audio and y/n is on a call with Coulson.
y/n: They want an update.
Cale: Tell them he's eating eggs.
y/n: Scrambled or fried?
The other two agents glare at him.
y/n: Target is eating eggs sir, although agent Cale was hesitant to disclose the form of consumption. We'll keep you posted.
As the group finishes breakfast, Thor looks at the mug in his hand, gets an idea.
Thor: May I have this?
Darcy: Sure.
Thor: Thank you. Excuse me a moment. #
Thor leaves. In front of her diner, Isabela prepares to open for the day. Isabela sweeps the front porch. She looks up to see Thor approaching. She eyes him suspiciously. He offers her the mug.
Thor: To replace the one I broke. Please forgive my behavior.
She takes it, looks at it curiously, then smiles at him.
Isabel: Okay. Thank you.
Thor: If I may, I'd like to come back for more of your "coffee."
Isabel: Any time.
He nods and walks away. She stares after him, smiling, and shrugs.
Isabel: She could do worse.
How do you like your eggs?
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