"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Of me?"
"Of losing this. Of waking up and finding it was all a dream." Her wide, round eyes searched his face. "Of you realizing I'm not worth all this trouble."
Thor cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "Listen to me. You are worth everything. Every breath. Every lonely moment of my existence. Ragnarök itself. All of it, I would do a thousand times again if it meant I got to have you now and forever.”
Elle yanked him to her, her lips claiming his mouth. He kissed her back with fervor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him on his back. They stripped off the remainder of their clothes, and before he gained his bearings, she pushed him back on the pillows and slid down on him. He grabbed her hips as her silken body wrapped around him.
He swore in Olde Norse and grabbed her hips. She stared into his eyes as she rocked her hips on his. Thor stared at her. Beautiful, radiant, and his.
Her rhythm picked up, and his orgasm pulsed up the back of his legs. His erection throbbed and tightened, wanting release.
Not yet. Not until she got hers.
He moved his fingers between them, finding the sensitive spot that made her gasp. She gripped his shoulders as their bodies moved together.
Suddenly, she sucked in a breath, and her eyes went completely golden. She stared straight at him as every inch of her burned bright and warm. The sensation sent him over the edge as she cried his name. Rocking her hips against him harder. His body spasmed as it spilled into her. He pulled her through her climax as she called to him over and over.
Lightning lit up the sky outside as thunder crashed against the walls, making them shake.
Finally, she fell on his chest.
“That… was… amazing,” she breathed.
“Midgard-shattering?”
“Helheim ending.”
He kissed her soft, making her mewl into his mouth.
“I love you, Thor Odinson.”
He brushed her cheek. “And I love you, Sutrelle, daughter of Aelena, of Asgard.”
EPILOGUE
It'd been three months since Thor and Elle had met, and they still couldn't go a day without putting their hands all over each other. She was glad their bed was right above Thor's shop; it made it convenient… though they’d broken in almost every surface of his property. Including one of his bikes.
He'd helped convince Elle to start making jewelry, so they'd turned the backroom from a sparring room into a shop for her to work in. She hardly believed she owned her own business. She'd named it If the Ring Fits, proud of her own cleverness. Thor had taken her down to the jewelry district of Los Angeles, where she had sold her largest ruby to purchase many smaller uncut stones and gold to make her creations. And to her surprise, though she hadn't been open that long, and she hadn't finished many pieces to stock the shop, she'd had dozens of custom orders come in from Thor's family.
At first, she'd thought they were being kind, but then she'd started getting orders from patrons and employees of both the Raven Weaver and Valhalla's Throne.
She finished setting a pink sapphire into a platinum setting when her loud rock music shut off.
Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr complained from their pen, and Elle turned from her workbench to find Thor walking toward her.
"Time to get ready."
She set the ring in a velvet box to finish later. "The food needs to go in the warmer."
"Done."
"Did you turn it on?"
"Like you showed me."
"What about the cake? Did you take it from the fridge so I can frost it?"
