For Thor
butterflyaesir:
“Sorta?” She shrugged. “I was dancing actually.”
“Yeah? You look very lovely.” He edges toward his wife, wondering if she might like to dance for him a little tonight. He’s missed her, been away dealing with things in the realms. Gods alive, he’d missed her.
She held out her arms to him. “Come, mate. I’ve missed you my love.” The tiny goddess was barefoot, clad in only a t-shirt and panties, her feet bare and hair wild.













