Thor and you silently walk through the halls of the palace, the soft light of the candles casting dancing shadows on the ancient walls. The subtle glow revealed the majesty of Asgard, its grandeur only highlighted by the darkness around us. Thor looks at you, his graceful steps making the fabric of his white silk robe and transparent cloak flutter slightly. The sight was ethereal, almost magical, as if you were a celestial apparition in the middle of the night. "This place has never felt so enchanted as it does now," He murmurs, the awe clear in my voice. "Asgard's beauty is rivaled only by its own."