Diana had never ridden a winged horse, but if Thor had seen her on horseback, this might’ve been a done deal. In fact, she’d been wondering if the hotel had a stable, or whether there was a way to will one into existence. Surely there was a horse somewhere in this strange realm. And that was about the end of her consideration of horses for the duration of this vacation, because she’d tugged on Thor’s hair and he’d looked up at her and her heart had done some weird thing. Did she have a heart thing? She’d told Peter she didn’t have a brain thing, but she was no doctor. Could she go to a doctor? Maybe getting on top of Thor hadn’t been the best idea, because it seemed her focus was everywhere but where it should’ve been, which was his hands.
He grabbed her wrist and she couldn’t help the answering smirk, nor her response. “Ooh, who doesn’t love a man with stamina?” But the question lost its saucy tone about halfway through, because she looked back at his face and those bright blue eyes were much bluer. And then she went flying across the field as if she’d been launched, and her shock was monumental.
But inconsequential, because if they were playing with the fun powers, Diana had a few of her own. She could not fully fly, that she had tested, but she could certainly hover and propel herself, and so she came to a halt in the flight path that Thor had set her on and did just that, hovering while she took a breath, already covered in grass streaks and mud and a little pink from breathing hard. “Well, if we’re gonna have fun, let’s do it the right way.” And she was at him again, zooming this time instead of running, and it was no difficult thing to plant her feet in the ground, grab him by the back of his pants and his shirt, and heave him back the direction she’d just came from.