The only games Diana played were the ones humans taught her, like hopscotch or skiprope. Perhaps the Amazon games, something only the human Olympics came close to. Games of speed, skill, strength and joy. Those were the games Diana played. She did not hurt people for fun, she did not laugh at their misfortune, and she very rarely understood sarcasm. And so she did not giggle again as Thor took her hand, and brought it to his mouth. She had smiled as he’d told her she didn’t need to apologize, and that was something of a comfort. No one seemed to expect her to make the odd dirty joke, and someday, she might simply learn not to… but then, she might not.
“It is trite to say, but yours sounds like thunder,” she said softly, but she meant it. It made sense, but it made it no less true. Diana shivered as his mouth found the back of her hand, his beard tickling her skin, but his mouth was warm and she wondered how he tasted. “I like you too, Thor.” And she was very careful not to make that sound more serious than it was, than the confirmation of a new friendship, because it would be stupid of her to make something out of nothing.
And what did she know, anyway? She’d had one boyfriend for roughly ten minutes and he’d died.