[When her gaze narrows like that it quickens Thor's pulse because he knows all to well that something will come from it. Under the water his hands tighten on her hips and he pulls her fully flush against him. That he wants her is no surprise or secret; the not-so-hidden truth of the matter is that all it takes is that slim green gaze upon him to make his heart snap and his cock think of things to come. Other women are beautiful, or salacious, and Thor has taken many of them to his bed-- but it is only his sister who can look at him and hook him so completely around her finger.

There are times when Thor pauses in his passions long enough to think it unhealthy. But it has been this way for so long, since they were old enough to share a bed without only thought of twining limbs against the cold, that thought of change now is nigh impossible.

And unwanted.]

Perhaps I would wear an eyepatch as well as Father. [He chuckles up at Loki.] Though of course I would have caught it. I ducked the vase, did I not? You never fight as well once you get well and truly angry.