[ The heaviness of the dream lingers on him still, but Thor closes his eyes as Esja presses her mouth to his throat, and a smile curves his lips without forethought, a response to the smile he can feel against her skin: once again she brings him consolation. And he does not want to dwell on the sadness of dreams, hers or his, but tease them both to a better frame of mind. She seems to be flying ahead of him in that. A hand tangles in the fine smoothness of her raven hair, fingers woven loving and possessive through the strands. ]
It was nothing so sweet as you.
[ He shifts, rolls them over in one unbroken motion, pinning her to the mattress beneath him in his arms, his mouth finding hers in a gentle kiss. It lingers, and his fingers go once again to her hair and smooth out the dark strands of it into a fan across the pillow, so that when the kiss at last breaks he can look at her with a shining black halo, and wish to lose himself in her beauty and wisdom and peace. ]
I have not spoken much, have I? [ The words come without forethought as he nuzzles the smooth line of her throat. ] --Of my family.
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[ The heaviness of the dream lingers on him still, but Thor closes his eyes as Esja presses her mouth to his throat, and a smile curves his lips without forethought, a response to the smile he can feel against her skin: once again she brings him consolation. And he does not want to dwell on the sadness of dreams, hers or his, but tease them both to a better frame of mind. She seems to be flying ahead of him in that. A hand tangles in the fine smoothness of her raven hair, fingers woven loving and possessive through the strands. ]
It was nothing so sweet as you.
[ He shifts, rolls them over in one unbroken motion, pinning her to the mattress beneath him in his arms, his mouth finding hers in a gentle kiss. It lingers, and his fingers go once again to her hair and smooth out the dark strands of it into a fan across the pillow, so that when the kiss at last breaks he can look at her with a shining black halo, and wish to lose himself in her beauty and wisdom and peace. ]
I have not spoken much, have I? [ The words come without forethought as he nuzzles the smooth line of her throat. ] --Of my family.