It's been some time since Thor shared his bed with another, in any sense of the phrase. Not to say that he hasn't thought about it, but knowing that Amelia's love life has a rocky past, as well as his own, he had hesitated to suggest it so soon. The love that they share has been slow to burn, a gradual hearthfire, not a quick-burning passion that would burn itself out in short order. Thor has had many bedpartners in the past, but few that he truly loved, few that wished for more than a night's company. A night with her, even if doing nothing more than truly sleeping, means more to him than the countless maidens wishing to brag that they'd bedded a prince.

And he cannot deny that her presence may help guard against nightmares returning to haunt his sleep, the simple creature comfort of someone else living and breathing next to him, her arms around him and keeping him anchored to the real.

He leans his head against hers and closes his eye, taking a breath and imagining spending the night as such, her gentle scent in his nose and the warmth of her body against his, feeling the rise and fall of her chest with every breath. "Well, my bed's big enough for two," he says quietly, opening his eye again, a small hopeful smile on his lips.