I flinch at every lightning and knead my hands anxiously. You're already asleep, but I can't stand the memories of Thor's tantrums that come back with every thunderstorm. I sneak into your room.

Darling, are you awake? It's terribly stormy outside. I thought you might need some comfort.

I don't wait for an answer and ignore your mumbling as I try to act like your strong protector. I hope you don't notice my cold sweat and shaking hands as I climb into your bed and snuggle close to you.