Thena knew that in order for her to even begin to have the blessing of her brethren to end Thanos’ reign; she needed to hold council with them. She had no time to wait for a companion that wouldn’t come, so instead she took flight away from Earth and towards the grand halls of her home, calling on the seasons to open the gates of Olympus. Resting her feet on the golden streets of the city, she made haste towards the meeting hall of her fellow eternals. Tossing aside her helmet, she pushed open the large doors and was greeted with several concerned faces.
Dull, has it? Hm, that is no good, yet I suppose that means trouble has been far from thee, aye? And, one cannot help his size. Are you not considered tall upon this realm? I suppose I am one so similar to giants if that be so.
For the day, yes. I would rather not dwell on other things right now. You cannot help your size and I would prefer for you to never change. I am, as the mortals say, average.
(Source: eternalthena)
A giant? Nay, I am no Jötunn, my dear Prime Eternal! But, oh, how I have missed thee so. And how radiant thou be as e’er, how is my Thena faring this day?
This day has been rather dull, but I cannot complain. And you may not be a Jötunn, my dear, but compared to me you are a giant.
