For Thor, it's more than just anxiety over Amelia's thoughts and feelings that has him treating her with such care. It's also the echo of old arguments, spawned by the mismatch of hopes and dreams and fueled by his own unquestioned assumptions. It's the hurt he'd felt when he and Jane had talked past each other, neither really understanding what the other was saying, where they were coming from, until it was far too late. Two people from vastly different worlds with vastly different experiences and expectations placed upon them, a cultural gap they'd not known was there until they'd both tumbled into it headlong.

He doesn't know how to avoid the mistakes of his past. But that doesn't mean he isn't going to try.

He speaks of none of this, his eye on hers, their hands bound together in each other's grasp as she speaks. Her worries are familiar, and yet so very different than what Jane had said. His free arm passes around her shoulders, pulling her close in a hug, and for a moment he drops his chin to rest atop her head, providing what little comfort he can in her uncertainty.

"You will never fail me, my beloved," he tells her, his voice a low rumble in his chest, as steady as a spring's storm. "You're fallible, but so am I. I do not expect you to be perfect, anymore than I am."

The rest of her worries are valid, and will need addressing, but as far as Thor is concerned, her fears about herself are the root that need his words first.