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Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard ([personal profile] pirateangelbaby) wrote2023-03-28 06:25 pm
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Trouble in Paradise [for [personal profile] 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.
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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2023-05-26 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Her breath catches in her chest as she looks up at him, eyes a little wide but a smile on her parted lips. He wants this? With her? They've never so much as talked about a future that requires them to take to bed together, and yet he asks her to follow him...?

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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[personal profile] rogueinladysclothing 2023-06-04 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's settling to feel him settle once more. After the fright that got them out of bed in the first place, it's good to feel him so calm and safe that sleep comes for him. Falling asleep sitting up isn't ideal, of course, but she'd have allowed it if he fully drifted off. She smiles up at him at his words, leaning close enough to kiss his cheek.

"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.