[It must be a heady thing, that type of unadulterated adoration. Even more so when the source is the mighty Thor, sun-soaked darling of Asgard. His warriors (four) do not even fetch that kind of regard from their prince-- only Loki.
Thor waits for her, back to stone warmed by the water, letting his arms float so that his fingers brush her skin once she draws near.] It is fitting, [he argues,] considering our deeds. I felt like being reminded of what my hands had accomplished.
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Thor waits for her, back to stone warmed by the water, letting his arms float so that his fingers brush her skin once she draws near.] It is fitting, [he argues,] considering our deeds. I felt like being reminded of what my hands had accomplished.