Seeing her always struck his heart. Perhaps it was unwise, to have such a weakness, but Thor had a fondness for Midgard that rested solely on the shoulders of Jane Foster. He would do anything to protect her. He would do anything to make her happy. Seeing her now brought a smile to his lips and a light to his eyes that hadn't been there since he first arrived on this damned island.

"Jane," he said, his lips turning up in a broad smile. It only took two steps to close the distance between them, two heartbeats to lift her up into his arms. The job could wait.