Thor was not the only one wishing that this encounter had ended differently, and now Diana wished she’d simply kept her big mouth shut. There was danger in wishes, and a hope that Diana no longer clung to, and so she didn’t indulge in a daydream the way Thor did. Not that she realized that that was what had happened; she simply saw him staring off for a moment, eyes unfocused, and she wondered what memory she had woken in him. She took a sip of her water, and apologized again, embarrassed as she was now.
“I apologized. I should not have said something so crude,” she said delicately, and was thankful she had her femininity to fall back on in this moment, rather than the embarrassment she felt. It was not that she was ashamed of what she had said, or what it had meant, or the fact that she had meant it. If Thor had taken her up on it, she’d have been glad to go to bed with him.
But he hadn’t, and that stung. She assumed his hesitation was simply trying to let her down easily, and that was why she had laughed, but she was not open to discussing it, and so she simply apologized, and noted that she would not make that mistake again in future. It hurt far more than it should’ve, and Diana didn’t like that feeling at all.