When the world finally stilled, when their breathless bodies began to search for air and calm, he rested his forehead against hers. Their breathing synced, hearts slowing together. Thor brushed his fingers gently through her hair.

“I love your hair,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “Promise me you’ll never change it?”

She smiled with her eyes closed, answering softly, “I promise.”

Shifting slightly, he kept her in his arms and, to her surprise, began to sing. His voice was deep, smooth,