Re: After Breakfast
"My pleasure, Steven," he replied with a grin as the former Captain complimented his cooking. Many do not believe one in my station could cook, yet all those hunts with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three quickly helped me acquire the skill. And of course, my brother's raging appetite meant we were in the kitchen quite often.
Thor's smile kept its sincerity let lost its brilliance as Steve mentioned Odin's actions. Sticking up for my brother. It wasn't enough... I should've done so sooner, instead of being so unquestioningly devoted to the Allfather's will.
He would've looked down in shame at the memories, but Steve's quick embrace wrapped around him. Thor returned it; the Asgardian's thick arms surrounded the Midgardian warrior's torso. He shared in the slightly shorter man's body heat and moaned softly at the solidity of the soldier's body.
Almost reflexively, his stubbled chin began to rub into the crook of the Midgardian's neck, with all the ease of a completely normal behavior. "My gratitude, shield brother," Thor whispered contendedly as he tightened the embrace.