Thor is too tired for nervousness nor self-consciousness, his only thoughts of a warm bed and her arms around him. His room bears few signs of his earlier panicked awakening, the sheets and blanket askew, but little else is disturbed. His bed is more than large enough for two, and the only thing that gives him a moment's pause is which side of the bed to claim, ceding the other to his beloved.

Not that it matters much, for once they're under the cool shelter of the bedsheets, Thor draws her near to lay with him, the broad expanse of his chest an inviting pillow for her head. The echoes of his dream are as distant as the thunder over the horizon, long since passed, the steady rain a soothing lullaby in tempo with their combined breaths. He has come full circle, and where once he slept alone, now he has the woman he loves at his side.

Yes... this feel right. She belongs here, as surely as he does.

"Love you," he murmurs as he begins to drift once more, completely at ease with Amelia in his arms. There's so much to say, but there will be time in the morning.

And all the mornings after.