"But you probably didn't wish for it while in possession of a strange Asgardian artifact that didn't work when you wished for a never ended scotch tumbler or real life Disney princesses," he mused, feeling oddly uncomfortable and needy just from being next to her. He could smell her on the doubled edge of his shirt collar even with the wind whipping their hair around.

He smiled when she turned those beautiful teary eyes towards him and though he wanted to put a hand on her thigh, he resisted the urge for now.

"I don't know how it works but I have a feeling that I should just bury it before you can be taken away again."