The alcohol is helping, but mostly it's the company that's easing the harsh reality of the world around them. Nat is feeling far more at ease than she has in ages. This idea for a visit was one in very good taste. Leaning into Thor feels so right, like nothing else has. It's like some thread has woven a story between them that's only now beginning when it feels like the rest of the world is ending. Nat shouldn't think that, but there's no help in it. There are times where hope and little sparks of goodness are found even in the darkest shadows.

Sighing, she smiles and then starts to laugh at thinking that someone's 7th century be anywhere near fifteen years old. Being around Thor always was refreshing in the strangest way. It was a little sad to think that she was only a blink in his eye that would probably be forgotten quicker than she existed. Lifting her brow, she elbows him. "You little scamp. Fifteen years old and taking a young maiden's virginity, after a battle nonetheless. She stood no chance against the handsome god of battle. I mean look at you now. I can't imagine how fetching you had to have been back then."

She leaned up and threaded her fingers through his hair, feeling her heart swell a little and then feeling guilt again. "I didn't have much choice in the matter. It happened. I think he was three times my age,and I had to get secrets for a clandestine meeting location. I got them and left in the middle of the night. He didn't even ask my name." Crossing her arms, Nat tried to think back to the first time she really had sex. That she knew, but it wasn't for her to speak of. He was taken, and it wasn't in good form. "I was in my twenties before I had sex that I chose for myself."