[It had been but one kiss prior to returning to Asgard. One kiss after three days of learning of the modern Midgard, of listening to her brilliant mind explain that which he knew to be true through the lens of science rather than that of lore or magic. Most Midgardians he had met in the past were quiet and awed easily, not curious. Contemplative. Quick and clever and latching onto what he said and twisting it into something they knew with such vitality and glee. That mind of hers beyond her kindness held his heart.
And she had waited. She had remained true despite his not asking it of her. He would have understood after the days stretched into months or years and yet- she stood here, holding his hand. Holding him.
Her lips are just as sweet as he recalled, if not sweeter still.
Hand for hand he cradles her cheek, tucking her hair close as he smiles against her mouth. Such passion and that is part of why he cares for her so. It takes everything in him not to sweep her off her feet and make to the nearest bed but- it had been so long and there was much to discuss.
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And she had waited. She had remained true despite his not asking it of her. He would have understood after the days stretched into months or years and yet- she stood here, holding his hand. Holding him.
Her lips are just as sweet as he recalled, if not sweeter still.
Hand for hand he cradles her cheek, tucking her hair close as he smiles against her mouth. Such passion and that is part of why he cares for her so. It takes everything in him not to sweep her off her feet and make to the nearest bed but- it had been so long and there was much to discuss.
Later. For now? This.]