The invitation for Steve to shout into the heavens might have been lost in translation. How many nights had Thor jetted off the ground just to holler at the sky, punch through clouds, swirl them around him like a cloak and then shove them away in his mind? Too many, but probably just enough.

It helped to have Steve with him because while the god hadn't felt alone since reuniting, he'd felt lonely. But it was a loneliness that didn't come from distance, but from inside himself. Showing Steve the sky like this was also showing the man a part of Thor himself. It was a silent explanation, the most intimate part of himself that wasn't on his body, and something he'd neglected to show the other before.

The trip back down was slower, but the draft still shifted Steve's hair, making Thor smile at him. The two touched down gently outside Steve's private entrance - private, but not secret. Smelling like the breeze and with his cheeks surrounding a good-natured smile, Thor cocked an eyebrow.

"Now, about that beard."