"You should understand why I'm afraid to leave. As well as that I'm expected to produce the hiers to the throne of Asgard, he is not allowed to have children with Mortals, and so he continued our marriage so he could have successors to the throne. He's never truly loved me. All the while I looked at Loki, and watched as he married, and then his wife... Well... She's not with us anymore. I know it pained him dearly. So I was there for him throughout it all. I grieved with him for the woman he loved, which pained me. So I bit my tongue and stayed with Thor, still blindly hoping he loved me, and he'd be hurt if I had left." I feel tears beginning to well in my eyes and I try to discretely wipe them.
"It was an agreement between Odin and my parents. I grew up around Loki and Thor knowing that I was to marry Thor. I hated it, but I accepted it." I sigh, looking up at him.
"I grew up at the bottom of the chain. Almost starved when I was little. I lived in a small hut with my mother, father and only sister." Juve looks at her again, he cant take his eyes off her.
“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”
I don't care what the miserable excuse is
for showing the death of books, live, on screen.
Men, I could understand; but books! - — Edwin Morgan, From the Video Box 2
