There was heat where she touched him, and even when she took her hand away there was a residual warmth, like embers under the covering blanket of ash, just waiting to be brought to life again. Unconsciously, Thor rubbed the spot that she'd touched, even as he smiled at her for being so kind to reassure him. She really was amazing. If she was just a pretty face, well, Thor had been with pretty girls before. But Sif was more. Not just more beautiful, but more.
Maybe he should go talk to Bragi about how to put that into words. Because Sif should be told, every day, how amazing she was. He should--
He should say something, because he was staring at her like a mouth-breathing moron. Again. "What you're wearing is perfect," he told her. "But you always look flawless."
It took a second for him to realize that she'd asked him what they were doing today. And another for him to remember what he'd had planned. "I found something that I thought maybe you'd like to see. Takes some walking to get to, but worth it, I think." He offered is arm. "Can I show you?"