Of course Amelia and the Valkyrie would fight at his side. Thor can see it in his mind's eye easily, imagining the flash of her blades on the battlefield, and he holds her a little tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple. Were Asvera to truly fall under attack, he has no doubt what Amelia would choose to do, and the thought fills him with both worry for her safety and also an abundance of pride and love. This is her home as much as his, and she would be right to defend it at his side. Not out of obligation, but out of love for this place and the people it shelters, and for him.
There is a balance to be struck here. Obsessing on the what-ifs are destructive, Thor knows this. Yet he is also a king, charged with the safety of his people, and to refuse to prepare would be foolish. But is he tempting the Fates to train his people for battle, when that had done those on the Statesman little good? Round and round they can go, an ever-lengthening train of thoughts chasing its own tail.
Amelia's casual inclusion of herself in their number is something that registers a few moments later, a warm ember burning in his chest because of it. She is more than his lady love, more than another adoptee into the Asgardian remnant. She can see what he cannot, advise her king where he is blinded by his fears. Thor lets out a breath, giving a small nod, his brow furrowed with worry and in thought.
"It could give them a fighting chance," he agrees quietly, hoping with all his heart that those skills will never be needed. "We could see if they are willing, and... maybe find a mage strong enough to shield our borders. I would not see this place become a fortress, but... something we could raise in time of great need."
He looks down at her in return, offering her a small smile of his own, uncertain but hopeful. "Will you help me teach them?" He already knows the answer before he asks.
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There is a balance to be struck here. Obsessing on the what-ifs are destructive, Thor knows this. Yet he is also a king, charged with the safety of his people, and to refuse to prepare would be foolish. But is he tempting the Fates to train his people for battle, when that had done those on the Statesman little good? Round and round they can go, an ever-lengthening train of thoughts chasing its own tail.
Amelia's casual inclusion of herself in their number is something that registers a few moments later, a warm ember burning in his chest because of it. She is more than his lady love, more than another adoptee into the Asgardian remnant. She can see what he cannot, advise her king where he is blinded by his fears. Thor lets out a breath, giving a small nod, his brow furrowed with worry and in thought.
"It could give them a fighting chance," he agrees quietly, hoping with all his heart that those skills will never be needed. "We could see if they are willing, and... maybe find a mage strong enough to shield our borders. I would not see this place become a fortress, but... something we could raise in time of great need."
He looks down at her in return, offering her a small smile of his own, uncertain but hopeful. "Will you help me teach them?" He already knows the answer before he asks.