"Hello," Eva said warmly as her eyes took in the form of her scantily-clad husband. Thor had met her in the hallway as she'd gone to fetch him - it was their time to arrive and begin the sundown festivities. They'd be around throughout the day, of course, but they hadn't had a proper 'date', as the Allfather had requested. He'd even put a ring on it. "You..." the queen said, making it obvious that she was scanning his body, "are going to make me jealous tonight, aren't you?"
As she slowed to a stop a yard from the deity, a smirk appeared on her face. "I'm ready to spend the night dancing. I chose my 'party husband' for the evening, after all." She was, of course, joking. But truly, the two different men played many different roles - in her life and in their own. The queen spun, her draped dress flowing out gently around her then swirling to a stop and she grinned up at him, cheekily. "Lose the shirt." It was open anyway. Eva's darker hands moved up over Thor's shoulders and pushed his open tunic off the broad things so it would fall down and off his long arms. "There," she said with a smile and watched his eyes. They'd been having quiet dinners here and there the past few weeks, putting in slow and steady efforts to rebuild or begin something new. It had been a good day, thus far, even with Nate's parents having a few hiccups in settling, and seeing Thor in the sunset's lighting, amber-colored hair aglow, one true eye looking happy to see her... It gave the queen hope.