He chuckles softly, fond affection in his voice and his smile, but there's an undercurrent of regret. "We can't help but rush, by my people's standards. Especially for me. If I'd married for politics, the treaties alone would have taken decades to negotiate. In a way, what we have is much simpler. Easier." He interlaces his fingers with hers, gentle as always despite his strength.
His small smile stays, but there's a sadness in his eye as he searches her face, a truth they need to speak of. Amelia has already come to learn what it would mean to be queen and Allmother, though it will need time to truly settle into her mind and heart. But Thor is not sure if she's thought what it would mean to have children with an Asgardian, not when the idea is still so new to her, when she's barely considered being a mother at all. "If we are blessed with children, you should know that you will not see them grown," he tells her, reluctance on his tongue. He does not want to think of such things, nor ruin her happiness, but denying the inevitable will only lead to greater heartbreak. How can she choose for herself, if she does not understand what will come of it?
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His small smile stays, but there's a sadness in his eye as he searches her face, a truth they need to speak of. Amelia has already come to learn what it would mean to be queen and Allmother, though it will need time to truly settle into her mind and heart. But Thor is not sure if she's thought what it would mean to have children with an Asgardian, not when the idea is still so new to her, when she's barely considered being a mother at all. "If we are blessed with children, you should know that you will not see them grown," he tells her, reluctance on his tongue. He does not want to think of such things, nor ruin her happiness, but denying the inevitable will only lead to greater heartbreak. How can she choose for herself, if she does not understand what will come of it?