<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images.hitfix.com/photos/909165/How-did-Thor-get-back-to-Earth-and-did-he-sidestep-Jane-Foster_gallery_primary.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower Living Quarters, Jane's Suite<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:06 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor's arms were full but his ability to command Mjolnir allowed him to use the enchanted hammer to push against the heavy load from the opposite side to keep it from toppling over; still, he could barely see where he was going but followed the sound of Jane's footsteps and safely made it without bumping into anything or breaking anything. It was amazing how careful he was when she was present versus how impatient and careless he was upon first entering the tower.<br/><br/>He gratefully set down the stacks on the desk and let Mjolnir gently rest upon the chair in front of it. He doubted he would need it no matter how rough things might get in the next few minutes. Unburdened by his weapon, Thor felt more at ease now and stretched, willing the day's fatigue away for one last time. He may not have been experienced in these matters-and of course he wasn't married to Jane-but things were meant to change and he understood that if he was ever going to integrate Midgardian culture into his own, he would have to do as they did.<br/><br/>Having always been more of a fighter than a lover, Thor was counting on his physical strength and endurance to help him perform. He was actually embarrassed to admit this to Jane, though she probably didn't know what to expect from him in the first place. No matter how human he looked, it was impossible to deny that the Asgardian was anything but. If he tried to lay on top of her, he would crush her flat. Awkward as it may have been, he would have to tell her that the mortals' missionary position would be out of the question.<br/><br/>Jane had already seen Thor shirtless (and even in a meager hospital gown the second time she bumped him with her car) so he had no hesitation in removing his upper garment. The flexible Asgardian armor slid right over his head, and his armguards fell from his wrist as easily. Jane hadn't begun to disrobe yet, perhaps now feeling as conflicted as Thor did. Or perhaps...she just needed some encouragement? He slipped behind her, his hands sliding up from her hips, to her front and running up to her breasts and stopping at her shoulders, where he planted a soft but enduring kiss where her neck and shoulders met.