“Hey now,” Thor growled, putting on a glowering expression for effect. “That’s no way to talk about my future wife.”
He was only half kidding. There was a bit of insecurity that when he finally found the perfect girl, she’d fall for Loki instead. Bastard was too damn charming. But they weren’t likely to find his soul mate on this trip, or the next either. Thor was far from ready to settle down, no matter how much his sister liked to hint.
“Maybe we kind find you an extra short one,” he suggested, holding his hand up to about bellybutton height. “Not so much bendy as compact and easy to move. Just don’t show ‘er your man-boobs until the lights are off this time.”