There was a part of Sif that wanted to back away when he took hold of her hair like that, such a possessive gesture from a man. But Thor had always loved that hair, had always thought of it as a thing that added to his own glory and Sif always saw that.
"Only 'wife'," she asked him quietly, biting her lip. "Don't I even get a name anymore, after all these years of waiting for you?"