Odin slowly walks up to the woman he calls wife; his eye blue eye looking upon her fare features, he offers a ghost of a smile before bringing a large hand to her face where he cups her cheek. He does not speak but he need not say what his heart feels as a thumb gently caresses her soft flesh all the while he admires her beauty and strength.
A smile graced her lips as she leaned into his touch, eyes closing as she took in its warmth. Her hand moved over his, light hues meeting his. She had missed him, though she did not need to voice the words for his to understand.













