As Diana drifted off, Thor felt himself relax fully, tangled into her a little further as she burrowed in. He was awake maybe five more minutes after Diana drifted off, just listening to her steady breathing, feeling her weight against him. How had all this happened so fast? Part of him still thought it was some trick.
But the dreams that came to him over the next three hours while they slept were anything but anxious. There were thoughts of her, images of her home and his, his people free. It was bliss and his demons, ghosts, whatever they were, did not dare intrude tonight. It was as if Diana was a beacon, calling light and repelling dark. The concept was never so black and white, but it felt so now.
As they slept, both shifted around until they ended up spooning in a tangled burrito of blankets, his front to her back, arms cocooning her protectively. His left hand rested just above her heart, the steady rhythm soothing.