the nature of love
Thor walked briskly back to his chambers after a grueling day. The thought of his bed was like a dream – he was even reminiscing about how soft his pillow was this morning.
Though when he saw Sif on the edge of their bed, he smiled wide and brightly. Her company was far better than twenty soft pillows after a long day. Dropping Mjolnir to the ground, he wrapped an arm around her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek and Tanngrisnir a scratch on the head.
"Aye, I am weary, it was a long day." He kept and arm around her as he smiled at the goat that demanded his attention.
"Then you ought to sit down and rest," she said, using her arm around his waist to steer him to the long couch in front of the hearth. Even though the first days of summer were upon them, it was always pleasant to keep a fire lit, less for the warmth than the ambiance it provided.
Pushing gently, Sif urged Thor to take a seat and handed Tanngrisnir to him. "I know what you need. Wait here," she instructed, going to retrieve a covered tray table that had been tucked in waiting against the wall and pulling it to a stop directly in front of him. With a flourish, she removed the domed top to reveal a full, hot meal large enough for the two of them. Thick, juicy fillets, paired with spiced potatoes and bowls full of various greens, vegetables, fruit, and cheese lined the tray. A large decanter of wine sat on a nearby table, and she poured generous cups for the both of them.
Exchanging the glass for the goat, she set the little creature in the pen with his brother before returning to curl up on the sofa by Thor's side. She kissed his cheek and gestured to the spread. "I thought it would be better to take our dinner here than in the dining hall. Don't you agree?"
