The first time Steve saw Thor wearing his helmet, he had wanted very much to remove the damn thing. It covered up his hair and made him look older and more distant. It also overshadowed his face making him look brooding and serious, not traits that suited him.

Thor, of course, was oblivious, and whenever the two of them were is Asgard, he wore the helmet proudly as the rightful king should. Steve wasn't sure about Asgard. It was a nice place, but the people were so different towards him. On Earth, he was idolized as a hero, but in Asgard, he was regarded as, while not scandalous, as interesting choice by the king as a lover.

Thor sighed and entered his suite of rooms. He looked around for Steve, but couldn't see him. Suddenly, warms arms wrapped around his waist and soft lips pressed against the base of his neck. Thor turned and kissed Steve gently, and smiled when Steve reached up and quickly removed the helmet from his head, running his fingers though his hair before kissing him again.