♕ : Holding hands
Soft Times // Accepting
It wasn't uncommon to see the Queen of Asgard strolling the gardens as the sun rose each day. A walk she usually took alone, raising a hand to greet guards that moved along their patrols past her.
"You should leave the sneaking to your brother," she laughed, hand outstretched and inviting to the elder son behind her. "What are you doing up so early, Thor? Are you feeling well?"














