Muscles tensed and ached as the thunder god strode up the stairs leading from the courtyard. Remnants of armour were strewn across the Asgardian environment, a product of Thor's battle training no doubt. The only thing on his mind as he threw aside the practice axe was the thought of submerging his aching being in the warmth of a hot spring.
His clothes awaited him in his chamber just a few corridors down from . Needy hands pried at the dwarven armour that clung to his chest. It hit the floor with a loud thump as he passed the threshold of the cabin. Inside awaited a surprise however in the form of the dark haired goddess, Sif.
"Train hard, M'lord?" her soft voice rang above the hard footsteps of the blonde god. The familiar sound caused his face to lift in attention, his eyes immediately falling on the vision before him.
The goddess lie on her side, her head propped up on her hand, to accentuate the curve of her waist. Only the deep red of Thor's cape covered her torso, falling around her upper thigh to expose her long legs. The material clung to her form to reveal the curve of her otherwise bare breasts and stomach. A sly smirk curled at the ends of her lips as she watched his reaction.
"I always do, M'lady." With a softer more arrogant step, he moved closer to where she lay before grinning down upon the beauty.
"Come," the goddess purred as she leaned upward to rest on her haunches, clutching the cape around her bosom with one hand and patting the spot on the bench next to her. "Sit and allow me to massage your muscles."
As instructed, Thor bent at the knees to gently sit his body before Sif. She shifted slightly so that she faced his back, kneeling lowly behind him with either knee at the sides of his hips. Slowly, she enveloped his body in her arms to rest to his front and begin un-doing the leather and fabric that protected his skin from the harsh metal of his armour. The loss of material left his torso bare and vulnerable under her touch and after dropping the garments to the floor, her hands began making soft work against his skin.
"Your muscles are very tense today, you trained harder than normal," she observed quietly as her hands continued to knead gently into his muscles. Her fingers worked their way from the tops of his shoulders down to his mid back before he responded.
"The future king of Asgard has a lot on his mind. Surely one of the best warriors in all the realm can understand." With a quaint grin, he turned his head slowly to look at her from his peripheral vision.
"One of the best?" a dark brow shot up on the goddess' face as she teased her lover. "Allow me to take your mind off your troubles." Her hand left his skin only to meet again with his jaw as she leaned out to the side to place a soft, firm kiss against his lips.