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"I feel as though it has been weeks since we last saw each other, my Queen," he declared. She couldn't help her fond smile as she reminded him that they'd seen each other the previous night during the battle, and after he had been released from the healers, in their bed aboard the ship.
She reached up and traced around the dark fabric that covered his eye, then her hand trailed upwards to drag her fingers through his damp hair.
"You look different," she whispered as her eyes flickered over the sheared locks and concealed eye.
"Is it a bad different?" He inquired. Thor's arms tightened around her as he awaited her response, which pressed her even closer to his strong frame.
"A good different. I think I might prefer your hair like this." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, but she jumped back as the sudden spark of electricity brushed her lips.
"My Love." Concern flooded his features as he inspected her for injuries.
"I'm fine," she grinned and pressed a palm against his cheek. "Just a little shocked. Though that is something that I will definitely have to get used to."
She leaned back in to press their lips together again, finding pleasure in the spark between them instead.
