"A bit," he agrees, that amused regret only growing stronger at the thought. "Neither of us have family that need to come to agreement. Well, except for Loki, of course." Thor's laugh is quiet, but affectionate. "Better him than my father."
Hmm. He'd better speak to his brother soon, actually. If Loki feels he's been slighted by being forgotten in all this, he's liable to resort to pranks, no matter how agreeable he's been in recent years. And that besides, Thor will want him there regardless. Both because Loki may recall more of royal wedding traditions than Thor does, and simply because Thor has always dreamed of his family standing at his side at such a milestone.
What Amelia asks next is something that, like her, he's not allowed himself to think on. Hard enough to contemplate losing Amelia one day, inevitable as the tides. He's always known it deep down, but picturing his life without her, raising their children on his own... could he do it? Probably. Any such children would be a piece of her, living on with him long after her pyre burns. But Thor has also known more grief and heartbreak than he'd ever expected to know, and he remembers well how easily it can drown a man in loss's wake. How can he say now, in this moment, that he knows what those days will hold for him?
But now is not a time for answers etched in stone, nor agreements made to bind. What matters is knowing the question, and beginning the search for the answer, no matter how long it takes.
He closes his eye for a moment, taking in a breath before opening it again, leaning forward to touch his forehead against hers, warm and solid. "I don't know," he admits quietly. "I don't want to lose you at all, but I must, one day."
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Hmm. He'd better speak to his brother soon, actually. If Loki feels he's been slighted by being forgotten in all this, he's liable to resort to pranks, no matter how agreeable he's been in recent years. And that besides, Thor will want him there regardless. Both because Loki may recall more of royal wedding traditions than Thor does, and simply because Thor has always dreamed of his family standing at his side at such a milestone.
What Amelia asks next is something that, like her, he's not allowed himself to think on. Hard enough to contemplate losing Amelia one day, inevitable as the tides. He's always known it deep down, but picturing his life without her, raising their children on his own... could he do it? Probably. Any such children would be a piece of her, living on with him long after her pyre burns. But Thor has also known more grief and heartbreak than he'd ever expected to know, and he remembers well how easily it can drown a man in loss's wake. How can he say now, in this moment, that he knows what those days will hold for him?
But now is not a time for answers etched in stone, nor agreements made to bind. What matters is knowing the question, and beginning the search for the answer, no matter how long it takes.
He closes his eye for a moment, taking in a breath before opening it again, leaning forward to touch his forehead against hers, warm and solid. "I don't know," he admits quietly. "I don't want to lose you at all, but I must, one day."