I watched the sun rise in Asgard from the bed of a Viking god. It couldn't get much better than that. Unless you added in the fact that I'd yet to go to sleep because said god had kept me up all night with a marathon bout of the most incredible sex I'd ever had. I smiled and snuggled deeper into the sapphire silk comforter as I sleepily perused Thor's bedroom.

He'd gone to get us coffee and breakfast so I finally had an opportunity to take a look around. The massive, four-poster bed I ...