Once Thor was calmed again, Steve pressed against him and wrapped his arms around him gently. “I’ll always come for you,” he promised softly, kissing Thor’s jaw softly. “You’re soaked. Now, so am I… let’s go back inside and get dried off and warmed up. Are you hungry? I could fix us something to eat if you’d like. What was it tonight? Nightmare or just memories?”
Thor let his body relax as Steve held him, his own arms wrapping around Steve gently. “And I will always come back to you.” he swore softly. “The storm will pass soon enough.” he promised, walking alongside his mate. “A small snack might be nice.” He was quiet for a moment. “A little of both.” he replied. “I…I was dreaming of Loki. His last…” his voice shook a little and he fell silent. He’d never told anyone about Loki’s death, merely that his brother had died before he’d come to earth. “His last moments.”
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