"You're so...warm." He murmurs, and closes his eyes against the bitter moonlight. "I know you have many lovers, and yet I can't imagine any of them feeling slighted. You give all of yourself to the moment, don't you?"

He curls a little closer around her, stroking her back idly. "I spent most of my life out of sorts. Watching my brother hailed as the golden child of Asgard, never fitting in and never understanding why. It hurt."

"And I loved him, but he didn't care that I was hurt." He squeezes her tighter for a second, then relaxes. "Jealousy is a bit part of who I am. Watching other people struggle with it is..."

"I don't know, maybe it actually makes me feel like less of an aberration."