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Sif could not, nor did she want to stop the peal of laughter that sang as he twirled her. His touch was somehow as strong as a million galaxies gravity, and she would never be pulled away from him.
"It could never be anything but yes," she breathed into him once he had taken her air with that kiss. Their brows resting together, her hands draped over his shoulders, curling into his fine tunic.