For every fear he voices, Amelia is ready to counter it. Relentless optimism, her determination shining through as she refuses to let him be mired down in doubt, a hand stretched out to grasp his and pull him to solid ground. Thor has little doubt that she would find a way to move the moon itself if his people's safety depended on it.

He nods, a small smile on his lips as he holds her close. "We face the future together," he agrees quietly.

The thunder is all but gone, distant rumbles lost in the sound of ocean waves crashing against rocky shores. They sit in silence for several more moments, listening to the patter of rain all around them, before Thor finally shifts in his seat. "Let's go home."

This time, he does not falter at the bridge, his gait unhurried as they make their way back to the cottage. They're both quite damp when they arrive, and Thor reluctantly lets go of Amelia's hand to light the fireplace. Sleep will call to him soon, its voice already whispering in his ear, but he's loathe to say goodnight just yet.