Even in the face of war with Surtur, I find my thoughts on Midgard. There was a mortal, Jane Foster. It is troubling, I think of her, while here I feel like a stranger among my own people.

That’s the thing about true love, dearie. It can slip through your fingers.

You love someone?

I remember…and I love you! - And I love you,too!

I am clearly broken and no one knows what to do

Pieces of the puzzle don’t fit so I pound them into you

Mommy’s little monster, 
wrapped inside a box. 

Mr. Gold (being sexy as hell this week) - 1x20 “The Stranger”

…there’s nothing more to tell, really

I just don’t know what to do…