[ Jane isn't afraid to be scooped up in Thor's arms, it's hardly the first time she's found herself there, but she can't quite help the little jump that she feels when they launch off of the ground. That part takes more getting used to. Still, that's not why she winds her arms tighter around Thor's neck, she's not worried that he might drop her. She's safer here than she is anywhere else, that much is for sure. No, she just wants to be closer to him, not least of all because he's warm and the wind whipping around them is especially cold right now.
The balcony seems to be sheltered from the rain, but as soon as Thor settles her back down on her feet she won't waste any time in moving inside the ornate doors leading to his rooms — is this whole place his? she hasn't asked about his accommodations. But her only concern is making sure that they're alone, and though someone had ensured that there's a roaring fire going in the fireplace it seems as if they have the space to themselves. Which is good, because she's going to gravitate toward that warmth while she works on slipping out of her shoes and her wet dress.
She's not exactly shy about stripping down in front of Thor, whether or not he's watching, she's currently facing away from him. Though some part of her kind of hopes that he is. ]
I probably shouldn't let anyone see me here no matter what I'm wearing. [ She pauses with the wet fabric peeled down to her waist, glancing over her shoulder toward him. ] I like wearing your shirts.
sorry about these super old tags!
The balcony seems to be sheltered from the rain, but as soon as Thor settles her back down on her feet she won't waste any time in moving inside the ornate doors leading to his rooms — is this whole place his? she hasn't asked about his accommodations. But her only concern is making sure that they're alone, and though someone had ensured that there's a roaring fire going in the fireplace it seems as if they have the space to themselves. Which is good, because she's going to gravitate toward that warmth while she works on slipping out of her shoes and her wet dress.
She's not exactly shy about stripping down in front of Thor, whether or not he's watching, she's currently facing away from him. Though some part of her kind of hopes that he is. ]
I probably shouldn't let anyone see me here no matter what I'm wearing. [ She pauses with the wet fabric peeled down to her waist, glancing over her shoulder toward him. ] I like wearing your shirts.