He took a fucking brand for me. I love him. The force of the realization is overwhelming, and I suck in air wrong and end up swallowing a sob. I love him. Oh, gods in Asgard, I love him. It's not lust or fascination or obsession. It's love. I can't be without him. I never, ever want to be apart from him. I would do more than take a brand for him. I would lay down my life for him.
