Perhaps it was only that Diana’s own powers gave her the clear sight to see that his utility had nothing to do with who he was. His strength, his speed, the lightning that coursed through his veins, these things might impress the humans. It made sense that it would, after all. It was strange to them, new and astounding and wildly amazing. The few humans that had seen Diana’s abilities had the same expressions of astonishment that they surely wore when Thor was in his power on a battlefield, assuming they survived it.
Diana had spent her life around beings that could level a building with nothing but their own bodies, and that did not impress her. Steve Trevor had not gotten her attention because he could level a building. He had gotten her attention because he had been willing to die to do so if he’d had to, and she sensed the same of Thor. A strength that could not be faked, a strength of character that left her breathless. It was at this moment that Diana realized Thor had surpassed even Steve Trevor, and that shook her almost as much as the kiss Thor left on top of her head when he thanked her.
It had made her shiver, noticeably, goosebumps rising along her spine and making her very glad that her hair was unbound and she’d worn a tee shirt, cropped though it was. Her pants were high waisted and so very little skin was actually exposed, and she was grateful for that not because of the weather, but because Thor wouldn’t be able to see the way she’d reacted to such a simple, sweet gesture. As if it could have been anything else, as far as Diana was concerned.
What would he want with her? The idea was laughable, which was yet another thing to shake her a bit, because when had Diana Prince ever thought herself unworthy of anyone? Of course, most of them were humans, so there was that. No, she did not want to get coffee with Johnathan from Accounting, thank you. “You’re welcome,” she said softly, because she literally could not ignore the polite response in any situation, but she quieted as Thor told her his story, except for the giggles. She couldn’t help those.
Giggles turned to laughs along with him, their hands still linked, and she leaned into his side as she did. “I can imagine most men don’t take your presence well, and less so the human ones,” she said through her giggles, but she did eventually stop laughing. Her joy had left a smile on her face, though, as she thought of her own life and the moments that it was made of, and the ones she wished she could’ve shared with Thor. There were more than she would’ve thought, in fact. “When I left Themyscira, I was in the hands of a human man, Steve Trevor, as my guide to the rest of humanity. And then more men, soldiers we met as we made our way to the front lines. My favorite moment of all of them is somewhat similar.” Outside of the romantic portions, which she was not willing to discuss here, when she was happy and content for the first time in… nearly a century, actually.
“Women at that time were not very well thought of, and I was not welcome in their war council. Much less when I upbraided their leader for being a coward, for hiding away while people were dying in this war. And Steve, being in the military and under consequences for my actions, tried to push me out of the room. He looked like he’d hit a wall and wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.”
Which effectively had been what had happened, but Diana was giggling again nonetheless. “I wish one of my companions had been a talking tree.”