Thor rested his forehead against hers with a small smile on his face, the hand that was on the back of her head moved to cup her cheek, it was soft under he calloused hands. .He couldn’t remember the last time she laughed like she had, or smiled so freely and being the cause of that made him feel warm.
His heart was pounding in his chest. Thor was still struggling with the notion that he didn’t deserve this, whatever this was. He was more than happy to get lost in the moment, the feeling of her, if he didn’t have to think. But her words were both a reassurance and a worry. Could he keep her happy or would he fall on his face again? Would he be a disappointment to her?
“My Queen,” Thor said gently, “There is not another soul to which I would rather be stuck.”