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“You growl in your sleep, did you know that?” Thor eagerly reports in the morning, absolutely delighted at finding that out last night.
It was all very cute. She stirred in her sleep and her hands and feet made these little twitching movements every so often, exactly like a wolf caught in a dream.
“Shut up,” Brunnhilde grumbles into her pillow, still resisting the idea of waking up this early, day time be damned. “Do not.” She does. She totally does. “I can rip your face off.”
The threat doesn’t pack as much of a punch as it normally would, muffled by the covers she’s still buried in, all grumpy and sleep dredged.
“But you won’t,” Thor says confidently, his tone still smile-y and teasing in that way she tolerates only from him.
It’s not that he doubts her capability- she probably wouldn’t even have to shift to her wolf form if she was really committed to the aforementioned face-ripping.
It would certainly go a lot quicker- Valkyrie’s wolf form was truly massive, larger than even him, with teeth made for hunting, powerful jaws and dangerous claws to back them up.
She was just as deadly with a blade, though.
But Thor happened to know a little inside secret that she was quite fond of his face, so he kept on grinning.
Brunnhilde opened a single eye to glare at him. “You’re the worst.”
“Would your opinion change if I made breakfast?”
Valkyrie grumbles. “Throw in coffee and I’ll consider it.”
“Deal,” Thor chuckles, getting out of bed. Before he leaves for the kitchen, he kisses her on the forehead, his voice smooth and steady, murmuring, “you really are so beautiful in the morning.”
The sincerity in his voice has her throat squeezing up, but luckily he doesn’t expect a response.
He runs a gentle hand over her hair, presses one last goodbye kiss to the crown of her head, then turns to go get started on breakfast.
Valkyrie buries her face in her pillow, her skin feeling far too hot from just some stupid words and a simple touch.
Ugh. She really needs that coffee.