“Yes..” They had talked about it. At some length, hadn’t they? Except— eugh? Not really, it felt like. Yes and no.
“He wants to spend his life with me.” Gabe clarified slowly. And he’d accepted the proposal, way back when. A lifetime ago.
“He’s said, he doesn’t think the marriage part is necessary. I get that, i mean. I do, I get it now.” He paused.
“But I know it means something to him.”
Because even back on Asgard, that talk before making their way back to one another. Catching themselves daydreaming, about what it would be like.
“And, i know.. he wants to make me happy.” Brain cogs, whirring whirring, thinking thinking. How best to formulate this feeling into words.
“I wanna show him.. that we can have that. We can fill up the great hall, and- dance and eat cake and all that frilly shit.” He hadn’t forgotten. Rue loved a great big feast, loved dancing.
“All the stuff, any other Asgardian couple gets to do.” It was Rúne’s home, after all. His first home, his family.
And it didn’t have to go bad, just because it was them.
“—and also I do kinda wanna make, all those snooty Asgardians see what he looks like. Actually happy.” C’mon, right??
“…but what if i’ve got him all wrong?”