Makoto tried to ignore the dirty looks she was getting from the women. As if daring to defeat Thor was such a big deal. Sif had assured her they were just jealous of Thor's attentions.
And man was the god attentive.
Thor was always holding her hand or kissing or cheek, or casually passing Mjolnir to her to prove a point.
The men were much better. They all respected her, though also disparaged her for defeating Thor, but seemed pacified now that she was apparently his woman.
When a quiet moment came, Thor took her aside.
"How are you, Lady Makoto?" Thor asked. "Are you comfortable at my side? I will not stop you if you wish to court another."
"Oh no it's not that." Makoto said hurriedly. "I do like you Thor."
"Ah. You feel affection for me." Thor smiled. "I must admit you have me smitten as well, my lady. But what ails you?"
"It's the gossip." Makoto said.
"Do not worry, my lady." Thor said. "Just stay by my side and you will not be bothered by such gossip. Alas, but it is the fate of consorting with a prince."
Makoto laughed. 'You are so arrogant."
Thor paused, shocked, then laughed with her, realizing she wasn't mocking him, but teasing. "I suppose I am. But Makoto..." he leaned close to her face. "I never realized how shy you are."
Makoto blushed and covered her face.