147. "Come over here and make me."
"(Y/N)..." Thor laughed, "We have no time for your games today, beloved. Please return my helmet now."
His wife grinned at him playfully from the other side of their chambers, clutching the helmet in her delicate hands. "Come over here and make me, my king-to-be..."
Smirking, he advanced toward her, mockingly threatening. "Perhaps I shall... And I can blame my tardiness on a wicked temptress."
She gasped, feigning offense as she ducked around a column. "You dare impugn my honor, sir? I'll have you know, I'm quite respectable..."
Finally, he managed to corner her, scooping her up in his arms and pressing soft kisses to her neck as she giggled lightly.
"I love you..." he murmured, "But if you wish to see me truly crowned, we must be off now."
"I love you too," she sighed, a bit sadly. "Shall we go then, my king-to-be?"
He kissed her cheek and set her back on the ground, tucking his helmet under the arm that was not resting at her waist. "We shall, my lady."
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