She seems surprised by his reply, but it looks to be a good surprise, and Thor cannot find it in him to fret about what might still go amiss. With her warm presence nestled against him, and sleep whispering in his ears, he has little room to think of much else.

He rests his empty mug against his knee, its ceramic still warm from Amelia's magic, the scent of cocoa lingering. Unbidden, his mind wanders to the future, imagining a thousand nights just like this one - hopefully without nightmares to drive them to it. Just the two of them together, enjoying the close intimacy of simply sitting together, listening to the rain patter down on the roof. A smile lingering on his lips, he absently toys with the ends of Amelia's hair as he thinks of it, the motion gradually slowing as imagination begins to take flight into a real dream.

Thor rouses himself before he can slip entirely, taking a deep breath and giving her a sheepish grin. "Wish we could just magic ourselves into bed," he admits in a low rumble, reluctant to move from the spot yet knowing they must if they are to make it to the bedroom. He stretches to place his mug on the coffee table, already feeling bereft of her body heat against his side the moment he moves. He holds that thought as best he can, a promise that once they are safe beneath the blankets, he can embrace her once again.

Tonight... and then, after...? Will those thousand imagined nights escape dreams and become the future?