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1. My hair can be fab.
2. I can run on literally 3 hours of sleep and be focused during the day.
3. I often remember important dates.
4. I should work for Google and be in Hufflepuff because I tend to find anything when I set my mind to it.
5. I give people pet names.
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Odin smiled fondly at his firstborn, and extended a hand to ruffle the blond locks. “A proper one, but I think one from our own forges will be sufficient for the time being, eh? You will grow too fast, the Realm would go bankrupt if we ordered you a new axe every month, while Nidavellir would grow rich.”
"Really, Odin?" Frigga sighed, than smiled at Thor. "You are so big already, my little warrior. Soon you will be riding into battles I guess." She turned to wipe a little porridge from Loki’s cheeks. "At least I have my little baby here, to keep me company while you two keep the Realms at peace."
"That we will do, my love", Odin chuckled, then turned to wink at Thor. "Or maybe we should take Loki too. Do you think he’s big enough to be your squire?"
His father’s touch had the beaming child sway slightly in his seat, the comment spurring something of a giggle from the prince. ’ No realm will ever hold more riches than ours father ’ Thor quipped with a fierce nod, taking a small bite from the bacon on his fork.
There was slight disappointment furrowing the small brows further that he will have to make due with a regular one but this was no time to sulk. Finally he would venture out with father, train with him and learn how the great king of Asgard used his weapon.
The question had Thor hum softly around his food, chewing it slowly as he regarded the young dark-haired child sitting nearby. ’ I suppose he could come with…’ came the reluctant agreement ‘…but he is much too small to be a real squire father…’ Truthfully he wished to spend this rare moment of free time alone with Odin but voicing such would be unbecoming of a prince.
Feeling the sudden kiss to the top of her head and the murmured words against her hair, Liza drops her pen and rubs her hands over her face. He was right, she knew he was right, she’d been running herself ragged over this promotion. But she wanted it so badly, and it was right there. “I’m almost done,” she muttered tiredly, knowing that if she left this now, she wouldn’t sleep well.
She hadn’t been able to relax properly since she’d started studying, trying to prove herself, to prove that she wanted it more than anyone. “I’m sorry… I just— intervention away, because I feel like I can’t think straight anymore.” Liza sighed heavily, leaning back against him.
It had been like this for the past few weeks - paperwork, lots of paperwork scattered over nearly every surface in their apartment while Liza studied at night and worked during the daytime. MS106: Exhibit Fundamentals: Ideas to Installation was partially buried under a book called MS242: Museum Microclimates and Thor had lost track how many notebooks there were.
' Hm..' The hum was followed by another kiss, this time his lips lingered a while longer as he contemplated if he should just throw her over his shoulder and force her to sleep. She wanted this however, badly enough to suffer on a daily basis and the tall blond exhaled a prolonged sigh through the dark strands of hair.
’ One more chapter, but I’m making you tea and you’re reading it in bed.’ With any luck she’ll be too tired to actually concentrate and would finally rest. Another small peck was given before Thor huffed himself this time, padding towards the small kitchen when a yawn escaped. ’ I might even spike it, just to make sure you pass out.’
"War does not decide who is right or wrong, but who is
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—ooc: im basically buried in drafts ( im not kidding 48 atm ) gonna tackle some of those. cleaning inbox in a bit and then i’ll try to deal with this headache, feeling icky in general and blast some norse ambient music or something.
It felt surreal – no – it was surreal. James had dreamt for the moment far too many times during Thor’s absence: dreams where he imagined Thor just appearing to his room one night… or fall from the sky. Dreams where he comes back to him, just like how he was and picking up where they left off. And even if all of those dreams were pushed away by his waking reality of Thor actually not being there with him, there are nights where his longing was just too much to bear that he had no choice but to succumb to his inner fire, only to wake up in the morning with this void in his chest bigger than the last. More than the image, an image that he had sowed in his dreams that was now an actual reality, it was in the unrelenting submission of James to his own vicious cycle of longing and hoping for naught that made him too used to the norm; the normalcy that everything would be stuck in his mind’s eye, forever making him a fool of his delusions.
“Thor—“ came a nearly stifled gasp at a sudden jolt that came from James’ neck. And with a writhe from the Asgardian’s body that matched with his, James felt his fingers curl a bit into the man’s skin and let out another moan. It was real. It is real.
He is real.
In that realization that he held onto, with all the longing that once enslaved him, James willed his head to turn and find the soft red lips that was the only thing that proved their intimate bond. His dreams could never conjured the taste that his tongue hungered for so much that it slid into Thor’s lips to take in more. His dreams couldn’t conjure up his scent of sweat, musk, mint, and rain. His heat. And most of all, his quickly beating heart that James felt as his hand slid in between their heaving chests.
“I missed you—“ came another breathless gasp from him at the moment he broke the kiss and looked up to those blue eyes that swirled like the raging see and flickered like lightning itself. The hand that was left on Thor’s wide back then moved up to the Asgardian’s nape as if James attempted to align their faces.
“…so much…” his voice cracked at a silent prayer and a plea for the universe to be kind to him.
—— Fingers moved in a nonsensical pattern; there really was no reasoning behind the touches, the motion of warm palm and near clawing digits purely driven by need to explore and memorize. He could map out James features in his mind’s eye without any effort but it always left the asgardian with an additional weight to his longing. The picture had been incomplete, not knowing how it would feel to get blissfully lost and have all of his senses entranced by the scientist it was a plain and one dimensional image that was now adjusted, colored with the new experience of having the man so close.
A blissful tingle spread through Thor’s body, sparking from the spots where James would almost persistently dig into the thunderer’s flesh. Distracted from everything else, their surroundings and the very bed they were splayed on, Thor hummed a near-moan in reply to his name and found himself blinking slowly at the comment that followed.
‘ I have missed you too, tremendously..’
There was no need for James to coax the god into anything; even though the hand in his nape was welcomed – warmth and touch equally appreciated – Thor would still be gazing down on the man’s features with gleaming light blues, finding the dark irises with an intent gaze. There was barely space between them and slightly overwhelmed by both words and James’ voice Thor brushed their noses together briefly before resting his forehead against the warmth of the other man’s.
‘ I longed for this every day since I have met you..’ Silly admittance but it was the truth, a small smile played on his lips whilst a hand found new purpose, caressing a sharp jaw with a gentle motion of his thumb.
Bruce felt his lips dry a little when an heavy arm was slung over him, Thor moving closer — but not unwelcome so — which caused the physicist’s mouth to open just enough for the tip of his tongue to be able to pass and wet them again. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been close before, after all, and Bruce felt it justified to scoot closer to the Asgardian just like the other had done with him.
"I don’t." Bruce agreed with a nod, though he could hardly start to wear his glasses less; he was a firm believer in not needing to change himself for others, mostly because there were parts — especially a giant green one — of his life that he could not change.
A smile still found its way to the physicist’s lips, hand reaching out to settle, hesitantly, on Thor’s waist as if expecting Thor to tell him to remove it. Bruce couldn’t worry much about it when Thor gave his reply, a chuckle leaving him as his hand relaxed even when a vaguely guilty look crossed his features.
"I may have had intended as much, yes," his lips twitched into a more pronounced smile, "and since you didn’t outright say no to it, I hope you won’t mind I do." Of course, Thor could merely tell him to stop. "I do find it quite interesting how much you can endure…but since you say old age is the only ailment, I presume your kind just ages…very slowly?"
Seeing the scientist visibly relax and a smile bloom never failed to elicit a certain contentedness in the asgardian. It was not pride for being the cause for it - Thor never assumed he was, more of a fond acknowledgement that the physicist was at ease, and enough at ease to allow himself comfort and closeness.
An almost approving nod was performed by slacked head, whilst Thor didn’t mind the contact in the slightest there was still minor apprehension that stilled the movement in his arm for a moment. Truthfully speaking Bruce was always inviting for some sort of touch, unbeknownst to the man he had been ever since their encounter in the lab.
‘ Your thirst for knowledge knows no bounds then, if you are willing to invest so much time in sating your curiosity.’ Light cerulean irises kept lingering on the man’s lips for while, thoughtful expression returning to Thor’s features as he formed his answer. ‘ Very, very slowly indeed. I suppose some of our adaptive regeneration capabilities help in that regard.’