She did not see Thor the same way he saw himself, plainly. Taking any physical considerations out of the equation, he still didn’t see what Diana saw. She did not know everything there was to know about Thor Odinson, and might never, but what he had told her so far was enough. Diana was capable of profound leaps of logic, connections that the average human would never consider, and examining the layers of a situation with laser focus. That meant that as Thor had told her about sacrificing his home to stop his sister, hunting down the madman that had murdered half of all life in his world, and other things he had told her, Diana saw more than the surface of them.
She saw his bravery, his goodness. His absolute need to fight for the right thing, at any cost. His kindness. His joy. What woman could see these things and not want him? Her only sorrow was that Thor himself did not seem to see them. Someday, perhaps he would, and so Diana simply held his hand and walked with him, knowing that all things took patience. She stopped when he did, and this time, Diana noticed the way he looked at her.
“I suppose so. Hopefully not for too long, though,” she teased, and she very clearly was joking. As much as she cared for Thor already, they both had separate lives and needed to focus on those, too. Although she supposed that didn’t apply as much here as it might elsewhere.
Diana took the initiative this time, and came up on her tiptoes to press another soft kiss to his mouth. This kiss, and the two before it, was almost chaste in its soft sweetness. Diana was not one to press the envelope in this arena, and besides, she still liked these kisses. She’d worry about other types of kisses some other time, when Thor wasn’t making her giddy. “You will.” Diana nodded, confirming that they’d see each other again, and then she headed toward the stairs. Her room was on the second floor, after all.