She didn’t know that Thor thought perhaps he might have dreamed it. Of course, she didn’t know anything, and particularly right at this moment. Thor was alive, she knew that, because she could feel his heart beating against her chest and his arms came up to hug her, and that was really all she needed to know.
“I’m not actually,” she said, though there was a sniffle and something of a hiccup in the middle. Her tears were slowing, though, because what reason did she have to cry now, except relief? “I wasn’t ever given a designation.” She meant that Zeus had decreed Hades the God of the Underworld and his son Ares the God of War, but Diana was just... Diana. “Except for the kicking.” Her giggle, weak though it was, was muffled against his chest. But even a weak giggle was better than feeling like she’d never experience joy again. It fell away quickly, though, because she owed Thor an apology, and Diana was never one to let her responsibilities slide.
She pulled back from the hug, but her hands stayed on either side of his torso, unwilling to let go of him for the moment. No real surprise, considering that she had watched Ares kill him with his own axe, and that death was on her account. Ares had had no quarrel with Thor but that he’d been standing with Diana and she’d been fool enough to show that she cared. Idiot.
“I failed you, and I’m sorry. I never will again.” And she meant that, absolutely. If she had to move literal mountains to take his place, she would. It had been her greatest regret as she’d conveyed to Natasha what had happened; she would have traded herself for him without a single thought. She considered the state she had left Ares in, and whether that level of anger had been appropriate considering that Thor lived... and she still wasn’t sorry for anything except cursing. “I kept Stormbreaker. I had meant to give it to Natasha, but I...” she stopped, and couldn’t quite manage to tell him why she still had it.
Her shame, for one thing. His memory, for another.