Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2023-03-28 06:25 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2023-03-28 06:25 pm
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Trouble in Paradise [for rogueinladysclothing]
Far in the northern reaches of Norway, tiny lights slumber under green-kissed dark skies. The village of Asvera sleeps, save for a few who cannot find rest, or choose to keep awake through the ever-shortening nights as the Wheel turns to spring. Her shores all but unguarded, the Asgardians are nonetheless secure in their isolation, far from any who might wish them harm.
Most nights, it is enough.
But not always.
Gray clouds gather across the sea, a low rumble rolling across the sky. Thor hears the thunder in his dreams, feels the gnarled wood of Stormbreaker against his palms, tastes the ozone in the air, feels the lightning humming in his veins.
He stands on the rainbow bridge, its painted concrete and steel under his boots, the islands at his back. He can't see the village, but he can smell the smoke, hear the screams. Asgard is burning. His hands tremble where they clutch at his axe, hard-pressed to say if it is adrenaline or fear. He cannot be everywhere at once. He cannot defend them all.
Across the bridge, an army advances, the figure at its head easily twice his size. Thor does not need to see their leader's face to know who it is, gold gleaming on his hand, a glint of gemstones in the firelight. A lone standout against a great dark wave that surges towards the village, an inevitable tide that will wash them all away, as if they were never here.
The army flows past him and around him, his axe swings passing through them as though they were naught but mist, and the Titan stops before him, teeth bared in a terrible smile. "You should have-"
Thunder splits the world in two.
He is on his feet, his hands grasping at nothing, the tingle of Stormbreaker's song in his fingers as its yearns to be called. Thor's gaze darts quickly around the room, trying to locate the threat, he was just right there-
The white walls of his bedroom are illuminated by a bright flash, another crack of thunder closely following. His soft sleep clothes are rumpled, the easy touch of air against his skin a stark reminder of how exposed he is out of his armor, and for a moment he very nearly summons it in a panic. At any moment, he might be struck down - but there's no one there, and when he looks out the window, he sees only the normal lights of the village beneath the dreary haze of rain. No fire, no smoke. No army. No him.
Just a dream.
Most nights, it is enough.
But not always.
Gray clouds gather across the sea, a low rumble rolling across the sky. Thor hears the thunder in his dreams, feels the gnarled wood of Stormbreaker against his palms, tastes the ozone in the air, feels the lightning humming in his veins.
He stands on the rainbow bridge, its painted concrete and steel under his boots, the islands at his back. He can't see the village, but he can smell the smoke, hear the screams. Asgard is burning. His hands tremble where they clutch at his axe, hard-pressed to say if it is adrenaline or fear. He cannot be everywhere at once. He cannot defend them all.
Across the bridge, an army advances, the figure at its head easily twice his size. Thor does not need to see their leader's face to know who it is, gold gleaming on his hand, a glint of gemstones in the firelight. A lone standout against a great dark wave that surges towards the village, an inevitable tide that will wash them all away, as if they were never here.
The army flows past him and around him, his axe swings passing through them as though they were naught but mist, and the Titan stops before him, teeth bared in a terrible smile. "You should have-"
Thunder splits the world in two.
He is on his feet, his hands grasping at nothing, the tingle of Stormbreaker's song in his fingers as its yearns to be called. Thor's gaze darts quickly around the room, trying to locate the threat, he was just right there-
The white walls of his bedroom are illuminated by a bright flash, another crack of thunder closely following. His soft sleep clothes are rumpled, the easy touch of air against his skin a stark reminder of how exposed he is out of his armor, and for a moment he very nearly summons it in a panic. At any moment, he might be struck down - but there's no one there, and when he looks out the window, he sees only the normal lights of the village beneath the dreary haze of rain. No fire, no smoke. No army. No him.
Just a dream.
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Dreams, she didn't know she could feel this fluttery again after the day they first said 'I love you' to one another. She's happy to find she's wrong.
She exhales slowly, pressing her lips together as she nods. "Then when you're ready, we'll go together." Her smile warms as she leans up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'm with you wherever you go tonight. I promise."
Tonight... and every one of her days after. There's nowhere else in the multiverse she ever wants to be.
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He rests his empty mug against his knee, its ceramic still warm from Amelia's magic, the scent of cocoa lingering. Unbidden, his mind wanders to the future, imagining a thousand nights just like this one - hopefully without nightmares to drive them to it. Just the two of them together, enjoying the close intimacy of simply sitting together, listening to the rain patter down on the roof. A smile lingering on his lips, he absently toys with the ends of Amelia's hair as he thinks of it, the motion gradually slowing as imagination begins to take flight into a real dream.
Thor rouses himself before he can slip entirely, taking a deep breath and giving her a sheepish grin. "Wish we could just magic ourselves into bed," he admits in a low rumble, reluctant to move from the spot yet knowing they must if they are to make it to the bedroom. He stretches to place his mug on the coffee table, already feeling bereft of her body heat against his side the moment he moves. He holds that thought as best he can, a promise that once they are safe beneath the blankets, he can embrace her once again.
Tonight... and then, after...? Will those thousand imagined nights escape dreams and become the future?
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"A few moments to get up and then into bed isn't so bad," she teases gently. "I'll even stay close while we go." She should probably pull away long enough to get into something a little more dry, but her nightgown isn't so damp it'll cause problems. ...probably. She huffs a laugh and shifts next to him, putting her feet more firmly on the floor and giving him an encouraging push on his upper back. "Come on. It's a short distance. We'll be laying in bed soon enough." Cuddled close enough he'll feel the heat of her flushed cheek and hear the pounding of her heart, no doubt, but what's that compared to all the benefits of sleeping beside one another?
Amelia's all smiles in spite of her nervousness once they're on their feet and making their way to his bedroom. Someday, it could be their bedroom, but tonight... tonight she's only a guest. A welcome one, maybe one every night hereafter, but still a guest. She only hopes she brings him the peace he's looking for. All she can offer now that he's voiced his thoughts and they've made plans for their people is to be here, and she'll do it gladly.
Now... and for however much longer they have together.
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Not that it matters much, for once they're under the cool shelter of the bedsheets, Thor draws her near to lay with him, the broad expanse of his chest an inviting pillow for her head. The echoes of his dream are as distant as the thunder over the horizon, long since passed, the steady rain a soothing lullaby in tempo with their combined breaths. He has come full circle, and where once he slept alone, now he has the woman he loves at his side.
Yes... this feel right. She belongs here, as surely as he does.
"Love you," he murmurs as he begins to drift once more, completely at ease with Amelia in his arms. There's so much to say, but there will be time in the morning.
And all the mornings after.