Would that she had ever been able to explain to him how she saw him, not as a warrior who’d failed his friends nor as a king that had failed his people, but a man who had been handed impossible burdens, over and over again, and shouldered them as best he could. Better than anyone else Diana knew, surely. Diana did not have the foundation that Thor did, his parents having formed a strong and loving marriage that he had watched in childhood; she had had only Hippolyta, and no men in sight at all, to be shown how to be someone’s partner.
Thor made her want to learn, though, and that was the important part. Well, that, and the shivers he gave her as he spoke, that first sentence that she didn’t think she’d ever forget. She smiled as his hand came up to hold hers in place, and lost herself in those mismatched eyes. As if that was anything new. “Then I am yours, Thunder God.” She leaned in, brushed their mouths together, light as a hummingbird, and let her forehead rest against his for a time, her eyes closed. She knew she was in no danger, so what sense was there in keeping them open?
“I confess I should have said something sooner, but I did not think that you would...” Diana paused, thinking that over for a moment, but no, the first thing she’d intended to say had been her concern, as silly as it sounded now. “Want that. Or me. I cannot imagine how I could have impressed you so.” Of course, that sounded like the dumbest thing in the world when one considered all that they had already shared, but that had not changed her feelings any.
He was a God, and a King, and she had been utterly besotted with him from the moment they’d met. By contrast, she was still just Diana of Themyscira, doing her Amazonian duty. Diana could be somewhat arrogant with the humans, and that was so, but it extended only to the humans. Elsewise, Diana was painfully humble.