Steve reached across and rested his hand over Thor’s, squeezing gently. “He was right then,” he said softly. “I’m glad you came back to me and that we figured out everything between us. There’s no place else I’d rather be now than with you. You’re everything to me, Thor. More important than anything else in my life.”
Thor looked at Steve and gave a soft smile, pausing to lean over and kiss him. “My brother knew me very well. He had over a thousand years to learn, after all.” He replied, nodding a little. “When I lost my people, I had very little hope. I only wanted to be home with you and let you meet them all. Losing Heimdall cut my chances of getting home to near nothing, he was the main reason I could travel between worlds. Losing Loki…” His voice went quiet again for a moment, turning his hand to lace their fingers. “It was all I had left of home, and all I wanted was wake up next to you and it all be a dream. But I knew Thanos was coming for earth, for you and the others and that rage at losing the one person I had left that I truly loved…it got me through long enough to get my axe, to get that hope back. I knew if I had anything left to fight for, it was you.” He turned to face Steve fully. “I know human customs are slightly strange to me, still. But I want to ask you to marry me, Steven. All I am is yours, and only you could call me home. I want that to be official.”
Thor was the only person who would call him ‘Steven’ and he loved the way it sounded coming from the other man. When Thor mentioned wanting to marry him, Steve felt like his heart might beat its way out of his chest. He stood up from his chair and walked around to Thor, still holding the other’s hand in his own. He stepped between the king’s thighs and leaned down to kiss him softly, brushing fingers through the back of his hair. “If you ask me, know that my only answer will be yes,” he whispered softly. “You are my home as well, Thor. So long as I am with you, I will be happy.”
Thor kept his eyes in Steve as rhe other moved around the table. He opened his legs some more to accommodate Steve, his free hand moving to rest at the side of Steve’s neck, his blue eyes meeting Steve’s paper ones. “My love, you are what gibes the world meaning. I shall ask for blessings tomorrow, but for now, I want us to enjoy some time alone. We’ve had a rough night.” He murmured softly. He tilted his head and hid his face in Steve’s neck. “My mate, my queen, my soul.” He whispered, holding him close.
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