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He had healed up substantially within the past few days, to the point of looking like himself again. His chest still hurt from where she had been doing compressions, but that mattered little to him. He was just happy to not be walking around looking like one of Hela's undead soldiers. He cringed lightly as he thought about how he had been walking around. It was completely and utterly out of character for him to look so undignified. That was one thing about him, he was going to look good doing whatever it was he was doing.

He looked over to where Syndra lay in their bed, her lips slightly parted as she slept. He leaned over her and brushed her hair out of her face. It was nearing the time when she said Thanos got all the stones and he knew he needed to spend as much time as he could with her before he vanished. He hated Thanos. Hated everything about the titan. That was all because just as he was getting everything he craved in life, Thanos was going to rip it all away from him.

He gently shook her awake and those beautiful eyes fluttered open and stared at him curiously. "Come. I want to spend today together." He said and she nodded as she stretched softly. She tapped the plate on her chest and the armor spread over her form. He couldn't help but admire her in all her Asgardian armored beauty. Beneath all of the armor she wore a emerald green dress that clung to her form, but had slits up both sides of the dress that reached her hips. The front of her chest armor was woven together in a similar manner to that of a corset, except she had a remarkable bust in this dress. He had to commend Stark for that one, she was gorgeous to look at in her armor.

Golden shoulder plates shimmered in the early morning sun, as well as a plate that covered her abdomen and one on her back. He glanced down and saw that one leg was crossed over the other, knee high gold and green armored boots adorning her legs. He reached over and traced his fingers up her thigh to her hip bone and he briefly wondered if she had anything on under that dress, if not he wasn't going to judge. He found he in fact liked the idea of nothing residing there, but those thoughts were for another time.

His armor appeared over him and he offered her a hand. She gently took it and stood, only to then work on braiding her hair in that familiar crown of braids that trailed across her head then down behind her ears. He chuckled lightly as he removed his helmet and placed it atop her head, giving her his signature golden horns. He had to admit the look suited her, but that was possibly only his personal preference. He brushed her dark green cloak over her shoulders and opened the door to their home.

He bowed to her lightly and allowed her to exit first. When they made their rounds, Valkyrie and the others were building more secure houses for everyone. The first one to get torn down was theirs and within hours a newer, sturdier one was built in its place. They offered to help but Valkyrie told them no and that they needed to relax. They could handle the buildings, seeing as the architects from Asgard had survived the attack.

So, they made their way down to the beach once more, where there was a line of men and women fishing. Syndra seemed saddened over something as she looked around at all the surviving Asgardians. He brushed his knuckle against her sleeve lightly and she looked over to him with that same sadness in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked gently and she bit her lip as she looked around once more. "Kyra... she didn't make it..." she said and he frowned. He knew who she was talking about. He frowned as he brushed the back of his hand over hers, to which she laced her fingers with his.

"I'm sorry your friend didn't make it..." he said and she shook her head. "Don't apologize... you had nothing to do with it... last I saw her we were running from Hela... she may not have made it out of there..." she said and he nodded lightly. He still felt for her though, her friend hadn't made it out and yet he had this ability to cheat death it seemed. She smiled suddenly and rushed down to assist one woman with her catch of a large fish. He liked seeing her smile, she was a beautiful radiant light in his world and he wanted nothing more than for her to continue to smile.

She looked up at him and held up the large fish the woman had caught for him to see. Seemed they were all going to be eating well tonight, judging by the sheer amount of fish they had pulled up in baskets on the docks. She rushed back up to him and he waved a hand in front of his face and made a comment about how she smelled like fish now. She just laughed and started putting her hands all over him, face included. He closed his eyes and released a sigh, only to scoop her up and toss her over his shoulder.

She just laughed all the way down to the shore as he carried her. He couldn't have been happier at the sound of her pure joy. He tossed her out towards the ocean and she just continued to giggle as she floated there. Now this... this was new. "Never seen a flying elf before?" she asked smugly and he rolled his eyes. Stark must had ensured her cloak would give her the ability to fly, a nifty trick. Seeing as he couldn't fly himself, he was envious of her.

She landed before him and turned to pull her cloak up in the back, showing him the small engine that gave her the ability to fly, the cloak was just for concealment it seemed. She let her cloak drop once more and she offered him her hands. He raised a brow at her but took her hands in his own. She jumped backward and pulled him off his feet to hover in the air. As they hovered there, just overlooking everything, she began explaining why she hadn't used them before. Turns out this was something that she didn't know about when it came to the armor Stark had made for her. She had only discovered it when they were trapped in space and she needed to move them around.

He nodded once, then looked out at their surroundings. This was the home Odin had wanted for them, this beautiful place in Norway that overlooked the ocean. She slowly began letting them down and he couldn't help but admire the look in her eyes as she landed. Pure joy resided there. She rushed back down to the fishermen and began helping them bring basket upon basket of fish up to the common area, where she then began helping them scale and clean the fish. He admired her because there was no task below her ability to do.

He refused more often than not to even remotely clean because they'd had people to do that. She didn't care, she would cook and clean and put in the hard labor. He made his way over to her and she smiled at him as he began mimicking everything she did. She talked him through it, and despite the initial disgust he had held upon doing it, that soon faded. He enjoyed being helpful even if it were something so insignificant as scaling a fish.

She continued to smile as she talked to everyone around the table and he listened as they told stories of bigger fish that swam a little deeper in the ocean. He listened as she became excited of the possibility of larger creatures down below the depths and he chuckled lightly, making her look at him. "You act as if you haven't seen large creatures before." He said and she blushed lightly and began fumbling over her words. He supposed he had embarrassed her but she was amusing all the same.

"One day we should go to this thing the humans call... an Aquarium. You will be able to see all the things that we can't see here." He offered and she nodded rapidly. She then began talking about how Stark had promised her a trip to the New York Zoo, but they had never gotten to go. He chuckled once more and promised her that they could go there one day too. Although the likelihood of that happening were slim, he still wanted to give her hope that they could go do these things in the future. Because contrary to popular belief, he wanted to go too, not that he would show her this.

When they were done with all the fish, he looked up to see the moon was high in the sky. He grabbed her hand gently and she looked over to him in confusion. He pulled her away from all of the other Asgardians and into their own home, where she tapped the small amulet around her neck and all of her armor crawled away from her leaving only that dress that drew his attention to her thighs once more. The smell of the fish cooking wafted through their window and he slipped it shut softly.

She made her way over to him and watched him curiously. He carefully pulled his helmet form her head and set it to the side as he began removing his armor as well. She opened the door to the bathroom and leaned against the doorway lightly, allowing him entrance into the room. His fingers trailed across her waist as he released the first threading of her corset. She allowed it to fall and he helped her step out of her dress, confirming there was in fact something beneath it. He folded the dress and set it off to the side as she slipped out of her skintight bodysuit and set it off to the side as well. She stepped within their shower and turned on the water.

He slipped out of his own armor and clothes and set them neatly off the side where he had set hers. He made his way over to the shower and slipped within it with her. His eyes slipped shut as the warm water cascaded over his form, a sense of comfort in its own right. He could feel all of his muscles loosening up and he sighed as his whole body seemed to relax. His eyes slipped open as her fingers found their way into his hair and she began lathering it with soap.

Her gentle fingertips rubbing over his scalp made him chuckle lightly as his eyes slipped shut once more. When he had rinsed everything out of his hair, he reached for the same bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hands as he made her turn around and began running it through her longer hair. She looked back at him over her shoulder and he swallowed softly at the look in her eyes. She leaned her head back and slipped those eyes shut as she rinsed her hair, his fingers trailing down through the length of it.

He pulled a washcloth in from outside the shower and he lathered it with soap as well, allowing his fingers to trail soap all over her form. She leaned into his every touch and pressed her back against his chest as she allowed him to wash the front of her form. The intimacy of this was overwhelming for him. It was delicate and innocent, at least that was what it felt like. He felt there was no greater love than the one where you could just cleanse one another and do it so delicately.

They had been through so much together and this was the softest thing they had ever been able to do with one another. Not saying that eventually they wouldn't do other things, but this serene moment between them was like nothing he had ever experienced before. She turned towards him and delicately took the wash cloth from him and made her way around behind him. He leaned into her touch as she gently washed over his back as well. His muscles trembled beneath her touch as she trailed around in front and began gently washing his chest and abdomen, her fingers of her other hand brushing over the very faint scar on his chest from the initial fight with Ultron.

Something about the gentility of the moment changed just then and she made her way in front of him and she pressed her lips to his roughly, which caught him off guard. He looked her in the eyes and could see them fading back to blue from the white he had come to expect from when she saw her visions. He wondered what could have changed the mood so suddenly, but her lips melded with his and his eyes slipped shut along with hers.

The water cut off and she pulled away from him to grab a towel and wrap it around her. she slipped out of the bathroom and tossed a towel at him before she motioned with a single finger for him to follow her. when he made his way out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was mostly dry at this point so he ran a hand through it to work out the knots, before he turned to look at her. she had her back against the front door and slowly she turned the lock to ensure no one could come in. She then made her way toward him and pressed her back against their bedroom door and slipped within silently.

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In his confusion he followed her into the room. She sat atop their bed and he watched as her towel slowly hit the floor. He watched as once more her entire form was exposed to him as she sat atop their bed. He raised a lone brow, but who was he to deny her? He made his way over to her and gently pressed her back onto the bed, his fingers trailing up her thighs staring at her knees. He gripped her hips gently and pulled them slightly off the bed, only to lean forward and press his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.

This was all they did for a moment, soft gentle kisses and exploring one another once more. His fingers trailed up her hips over her stomach and found their way to her breast, where he began kneading the soft flesh there. His other hand trailed down and began tracing circles on the inside of her thigh, growing ever closer to the target in which he sought. His gentle kisses trailed away from her mouth and began trailing down the side of her neck towards her breast, the hand that had previously been there now sliding down her side and leaving the ample mound unattended.

He nipped his way up the side of her breast gently, only to wrap his lips around her perky nipple. She arched her chest up into him as he did so, eliciting a small smirk against her skin. He took this moment to slip his fingers within her core, eliciting just the surprised response he had been looking for. His thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves and began rubbing gentle circles there, which made her buck her hips up at him slightly.

He then trailed his tongue down over her stomach and left little nips at her pelvic bone before he swapped his fingers for his mouth. Her hips jolted once more under his tongue and he chuckled lightly as he gripped her his with both hands to hold them still as he continued his quest down below. Every twitch of her muscles drove him insane, but he didn't let up on her until after her legs had clamped down on the sides of his head and she cried out softly. When her knees unlocked from around his head he still didn't stop. He probed her with his tongue and instantly hands dove for his hair and pulled gently.

He glanced up to see her staring at him from under her eyelashes, the need swimming in those eyes made him lick his lips. The soft blush adorning her cheeks as he made his way back up to her mouth and kissed her gently as he dropped his towel. He pressed his lips to hers once more and was surprised when she flipped them suddenly and he was flat on his back. She crawled down to the foot of the bed and took him into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the tip of his member. He gripped the bed tightly and leaned into her every movement. She took his full length within her mouth and he could feel himself going further down her throat than he would have thought possible.

She slipped her mouth off of him and adjusted her hips over him. She slipped herself down over him and laced her hands with his as she began moving atop him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions once more, he wanted to be on top. He thrust deep within her, eliciting a small noise from her as he did so. He lifted her hips lightly and crammed a pillow beneath them as he tossed her legs over his shoulders as he thrust within her once more, gaining momentum with every thrust he sent within her.

One after the other he kept burying himself within her, all while watching her writhe beneath him. His fingers found their way to her breast once more and began kneading it once more. His eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded his senses. He could feel the urge building up within him with every thrust and he licked his lips as he focused on that feeling. That feeling came to a head the moment her legs dropped and locked around his waist. His eyes fluttered shut as he released within her, only to collapse against her chest and lay there.

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She began humming lightly and running her hands through his hair as he listened to her heartbeat thump within her chest. He huffed lightly as he leaned up onto his elbows to look at her. "What brought this one on?" he asked and she continued humming, not moving in the slightest. Her fingers just twirling through his hair repeatedly. He leaned back and pressed his lips to hers, to which she smiled against his lips. He pulled away and asked his question again. She looked him dead in the eyes and smiled.

"I saw our daughter." She said and his eyes went wide as he looked down over her form. "And I saw you holding her." she said and he lunged to kiss her once more. This meant they would be together once more and all they had to do was wait for it. He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her up off the bed and handed her a set of clothes to put on. She dressed herself slowly and smiled as she heled pull his shirt over his head as well. Their lips met once more and she took his hand and led him out to where the smell of food wafted in through one of their windows.

She sat down next to him and began filling her plate with foot, as well as his own. He could only stare at this remarkable woman as he ate. When they were finished eating they made their way back to their home where they lay in each others arms as they drifted to sleep once more. When the sun rose and it was the day she had predicted, they made their way down to the beach and held hands, waiting for the inevitable to come. She looked over at him and he knew the sadness that was hidden within those eyes would boil to the surface the moment he faded from sight.

She had described it as being blown away like ash in the wind to him and that was fully what he had been expecting. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed as it began. It started with his feet as the ash crawled up and his feet began to vanish. He placed one last kiss upon her lips as the rest of him soon followed. As the ash crawled up his body and he began to vanish before her eyes, she started to cry once more, to which he brushed his fingers over her cheeks and whispered one last thing to her, until they met again.

"Jeg elsker deg."