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You like to think that you know him. But perhaps, knowing him would be like knowing the storm that both darkens and brightens the sky and tumbles within itself. Your love for him is the land below, which may be greener in the gentle rains or be ravaged by the storm winds that he brings. Your love is the land, and though its surface may change, the land remains.
But when you try to build a house, it does not do to trust the storm.
"Never doubt that I love you," you say, and think, Thor, you cannot be king.