Worry emerged as Zach watched Thor, once nude, now with only jeans on as he returned to the living area. He’d lost weight and his scars had become more noticeable. His beautiful face appeared more angular. The white marks, testimony to battles past, only added to his handsomeness, though he believed Thor felt differently. Warriors weren’t magazine cover models. Thank the heavens. He wouldn’t know what to do with one of those if the chips happened to be down. They’d most likely be just about useless as a twig against a metal sword in a duel. Thor, on the other hand, could handle anything less than the end of the world. Hell, he probably could do something about that, too.
Thor’s carriage hadn’t slackened, as he held his chin up and shoulders back, but his motions were less gliding and more
