There is a motorbike parked up on the curb behind Zenaida who stands staring at the Swan house. She knows Charlie is going to be asleep when she opens that door. She kind of played it that way. She knows he is going to freak out over the motorbike. But it is what she wanted. She lets out a breath and then heads up the porch, trying to be quiet. If she can get away with sneaking in and going straight to bed then she will. She can wait till the morning. Fingers curled around the door handle, she closes her eyes and then takes a deep breath. Home. At last. She opens up the door and steps inside. Warm. Home. It washes over her. Comforting her. This house just smells like Charlie. Like her childhood. She closes the door again and shrugs out of her bag, setting it down against the wall before heading to the living room where there is a light coming from the television. She softens a little as she takes in the room, specifically taking in Charlie. He's sleeping on the couch. Obviously, he tried to stay up to see her and she is both touched and riddled with guilt. She didn't want to bother him. But this is a bother. He's forced himself to stay up for her. She shakes her hair out before she crouches next to the couch. Looking at him softly. He looks so peaceful and burden-free like this. He's not worried about either of his daughters.

"Dad" She whispers, touching his arm and then his shoulder, shaking slightly to try and wake him. But he's dead to the world. Exhausted. She smiles softly and looks around for something to write on and with. A pencil and notepad with football scores on catches her eyes and she smirks, picking it up to leave a little written note for him, just to say that she tried to wake him but couldn't. That she went to bed and will see him in the morning. She then turns off the television and grabs the blanket off the back of the couch to cover him. To keep him warm before she leans up and leaves him to his sleep. But she is not even out of the room when he wakes. Obviously more disturbed by the fact that she turned off the television. Charlie sits up and glances at Zenaida, his eyes narrowing a little as he tries to work out what he is seeing, if he is seeing who he thinks that he is. He is.

"Zenaida" He breaths. "Honey...." She smiles a little and turns to face him, in the doorway now.

"I didn't want to wake you" She admits as she leans against the door frame. Charlie runs his fingers through his hair and then pushes himself to his feet so he can move to her. He's not letting her return go uncelebrated, even if that celebration is something as small as a hug. He has both his daughters under the same roof at the same time. This is something that he really wants to celebrate. Whilst Zenaida and Bella have been under his roof at the same time before, it has only been whilst Bella has visited for a week once a year, this is them living together. Charlie pulls her into his chest, his arms constricting around her as he clings to her. Zenaida closes her eyes and lets out a breath as she falls into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him to clutch at the back of his shirt. She's missed him so much. He pulls back and takes her face in his hands.

"Look at you" He whispers and smiles at her. Though she visited when she could, she would come back for a weekend when she could, it was never enough, and he can see how much she's grown up. That gangly fourteen-year-old that left him has become a beautiful seventeen-year-old. "How was your flight?"

"It was okay" She assures him and then shrugs. She's not the biggest fan of flying as it turns out. He glances around, to help her with her things but finds that she only has a small backpack with her.

"Where's all your things?" He asks, she shakes her head and motions to her bag.

"Just my bag, the rest are getting dropped off tomorrow" She assures him. Charlie rubs at his eyes, clearly still very tired, and she smiles softly. "Go to bed, Dad..." She pushes at him a little, angling him towards the stairs. He grumbles but goes willingly. Too tired to argue with her. Despite how much he wants to sit and talk with her. To catch up with her. But that can wait. He needs to sleep. And so does she. She just needs to get readjusted to being here. Zenaida grabs her bag from the floor and lets out a breath before she heads towards the stairs, following in Charlie's direction. Her eyes find the photos of her and Charlie on the wall. A few of him and Bella. A few of her and Bella too. Her entire childhood is on display for anyone that comes into the house. She doesn't mind. It makes Charlie happy to have them all up here on display. His girls. Zenaida reaches the top of the stairs and shivers a little. It's not cold. It's more to do with the atmosphere. The memories. Being in Asgard, she missed those moments when she'd see something in this house, or smell something, or hear something and it would just trigger some memory. There's a notch in the wall where she ran into it when she was eight, just ran straight into the wall hard enough to dent it. Charlie never had it fixed, claimed it was character. Or the pencil lines on her bedroom door from Charlie tracking her growth. The paint handprints that she and Bella did one summer when they were nine. Covering the garage walls. Charlie is a sentimental man. The door ahead of her is ajar and she can see that there is a light on in Bella's bedroom and Zenaida could pass on by and go to her own bed, say hello in the morning. But she kind of wants to see her now. A flurry of joy at the thought of it. She definitely wants to see Bella again. She pushes open the door and peers inside. Bella is laying on her front on her bed, reading from a book, frayed around the edges. "Hey" Bella turns at the sound of Zenaida's voice, she is instantly smiling brightly as she jumps up off her bed and moves to Zenaida who finds herself smiling back.

"I'm so glad you're finally here" Bella admits as the two of them hug tightly. This is something Zenaida missed in Asgard too. People her own age. "Charlie's not stopped going on since you told him" She teases a little. Zenaida smirks and pulls back from Bella. "I think he's more excited about you coming back than me" It's not a jab. Zenaida senses no jealousy or scorn from Bella. Bella knows that Zenaida is Charlie's girl. She knows that they share a bond that has been built through years of him being a single parent to her. Zenaida had no one in her life, Bella had her mother, she was okay with Charlie's attention being more on Zenaida. Because Zenaida needed it more than her. Zenaida needed Charlie more. So they are closer than Charlie and Bella are. And she really is okay with that.

"Yeah, well, you know how he is" Zenaida offers and shrugs. "And well, after your accident..."

"It was barely a bump on my head" Bella defends herself a little. Charlie and Renee both overreacted to it. And of course, Charlie would call Zenaida about it. "How was Norway?" Bella asks as she sits on her bed again, Zenaida shrugs a little. She doesn't know what the answer to that is. A few days ago she would have said terrible, but then Loki showed her another side of them and she can't say that now.

"It was fine" Zenaida settles on. "Just glad to be back" Bella frowns and then raises an eyebrow in question. Because that doesn't sound like things were fine. "It's been a long day, so I'm going to hit the hay" Zenaida quickly flees from that conversation. She's not very good at lying to her family about emotional things. She hates it. The Norway lie she can get behind, because it isn't that far off, and it is to protect them too, but lying about how she feels about Norway. That she'll struggle with.