Perhaps as time continues its relentless march, and they must live the days that they can only imagine in this moment, such declarations will be put to the test. But in this moment, with the woman he loves in his arms - and another he still loves so close to them both - Thor is certain he can promise Amelia what she asks. "I would no sooner forget you than any I've known and loved," he swears, old pangs of grief a mere trickle against the tide of good memories he holds dear. His parents and brother. His good friends, and Heimdall. Jane. Natasha. Stark. Even Steve.

All of them have changed him, marked his soul in ways that can never be erased. Even if Amelia were to die tomorrow, she is a part of him now, and always will be.

"I suppose we could always build you a statue, just to be sure," he adds, a light teasing note in his voice. Yet he knows that in a hundred years from now, there might well be such a monument to his beloved, carved in stone to endure the long march of days beyond his own.