Part Two: Closer

Thor Odinson leaving his domain was like seeing the full moon--a sight, but just common enough to be predictable. He "moved with the tide of mead" as Valkyrie put it. Seeing him pass the barrels without stopping? It made a splash. Before it could be interpreted as some kind of omen by the masses, Valkyrie had been quick to get a clear picture before he could leave the town.

The airport, come evening, was quiet. The There were a few people passing who stopped and whispered at the sight of the Asgardian, even a few requesting pictures. It was a far cry from the claustrophobic New York airports, though the same couldn't still be said with the five years passed. The modern white interior began to softly vibrate with footsteps and footsteps in the arrival lounge, dispersing and greeting loved ones.