Othel was beside the bed brushing her hair with the silver brush, comb, and mirror set that Thor had brought her from Asgard only a few weeks ago. He got it as a celebration because she actually woke up from her coma. She couldn't remember anything about it though. Othel picked up the treasured items carefully and took them to her bedside table where they would rest until morning. The windows to her new quarters in the Avengers Tower with Thor were tall and wide. The rest of the room looked like a den from a Viking movie. The bed was covered in furs, there was a massive fireplace and the doors were oak.

"Othel?" Thor walked in, startling her. "Art thou here?"

Othel glared at him momentarily, her angry eyes meeting his gentle and loving gaze briefly before turning. If she looked at him much longer, she would give in to the warm feelings trying to rise to the surface. She felt she needed to be angry with him for at least a little while longer after hearing that the Norns expected her to produce a child before she was allowed into Asgard. Stupid twats. Her body bristled due to the proximity of his when he sat beside her wheelchair.

"I have made thee something as a betrothal gift," Thor explained in his deep soothing voice.

Damn him. She was trying so hard to be irate with him even though it wasn't technically his fault that they were in this predicament. Turning to him, she allowed herself to be drawn into his charm. Her breath caught in her throat when he showed her what it was. It was a circlet made of gold with what looked like rubies incrusted in it. It had a beautiful crystal with a shimmering light inside it that hung in the center where it would rest on her forehead. Thor handed it to her before lifting her into his lap. She could feel her resolve crumbling and her body relaxing against him when he pressed his chest to her back. His hand pressed against her cheek gently, and her breath was becoming labored and heavy.

"I had this made by the dwarves. That crystal," he told her, kissing her neck. "Contains the remnants of a dying star of Vanaheim called Ringelendr."

"Oh, Thor," she murmured, gulping loudly.

"I love thee, Othel. I'm sorry for these circumstances. I'm sorry I can do nothing more," he apologized, kissing her neck again as his fingers slowly glided down. "Please do not be cross with me any longer. I could not bear it."

"I'll think on it," she informed him stubbornly, biting her lower lip to hold back the moan that wanted to escape when he started undoing her shirt buttons.

Thor chuckled. "Thou canst not fool me, my beloved."

Othel wanted to be livid with him just for his arrogance and self-importance. She found it impossible to feel anything but love and unmistakable lust as he kissed her into oblivion though. Her fingers shook as they slowly undid the trousers he wore. A plaintive moan of longing passed her lips only to be stifled by his mouth that was covering hers hungrily. For a brute, he kissed quite elegantly…almost like one would expect from a girl. It made it no less hot though.

Thor turned her to face him, shifting her legs carefully behind him. After using lubrication, Thor slid into her as he cupped her behind in his large hands. Othel sighed happily as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and Thor grinned like a cocksure guy usually does. Pleasing her in every way had become one of his fondest goals, and he often told her so. Othel smiled upon hearing his sudden intake of breath followed by a declaration of her incredible beauty and his love for her. He was a captive of an altogether different sort.

"Thor," Othel groaned, twisting her fingers into his long dark hair as his fingers dug into her breasts.

Opening her eyes to look at him, she thought he was absolutely beautiful as he virtually glowed in the muted light from the fire. Her eyes reveled in the sight of his long blonde lashes lying against his perfectly flawless cheeks. His full lips, the color and soft texture, were slightly parted as he emitted moans of ecstasy because of how she was making him feel. This emotional connection was like her version of an orgasm. Knowing she was this close with someone she loved...it really did it for her.

"Othel, my love," he whispered, kissing her as he released inside of her.

She wrapped her arms around his body, hanging on to him as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure as if she were in the ocean. She felt like a small child, helpless and protected, as he held her and lifted her further up onto the bed until her head rested against one of their pillows. A soft fur was laid over her body to keep her warm as she snuggled into his chest.