Re: Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
The Hand of the Queen was momentarily, legitimately surprised. Despite the amount of critical thinking he'd applied to the Helheim issue, this solution had been a blind-spot for Nathaniel. Typically because very rarely did mortals from Midgard rise to the level of god or king. Eva, being one of the very few exceptions, and Nate's worship of the magical goddess forbade him from equating the two of them.
His dark eyes were alight at God of Shadows, ablaze at the notion of king, but it was his heart that soared when Eva's lips turned the phrase, "I would be your queen". He didn't know the semantics, Eva would obviously never stop being Thor's wife and queen, and Caltrops wouldn't have asked. But he also didn't doubt her words.
Her hands teased his hair and his head, but the glimmer in her eyes told Nate everything he needed to know. Her lovely words were genuine and her body, while tired, was restless. His body, which had been coaxed into a half-state of both aroused and relaxed was incredibly tense with the mental simulation of Eva's suggested future. One of his hands left her back, caressed its way around Eva's hip and slipped over the soft heather gray cotton between her thighs. "You would be my queen?" he asked and started to rub her. "The queen of Asgard and Helheim?" he questioned with amusement, and also playfully patted at her bits. "You would take me before the court as your second king and proclaim your love for me?" Nate's lips found Eva's forehead again and kissed her sweet skin between breaths.