#xoxo turns out being ignored when i try to say hello or goodbye to people for hours on end is demoralizing

[pyrrhk]

work has been extremely busy and awful lately and eating my brain when i'm not on shift :/ i'll be around on monday tho i don't have work then thank god. work rant in the tags.

[diaconicon]

Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it�� I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

[saelwen]

Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Part1 / Part2

Masterlist

Summary: You and Geralt had a past together. A past that you wanted to run away from it but after one of your hunts, Geralt show up, trying to convince to return to him. (Sorry. I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: ANGSTTTTT, blood

Words: 1.499

Throwing another log into the fire, I rest my back to the dense tree behind me. My e/c eyes fixed on the bright flames in front of me. Beside me was my only friend, Ellie. She was a dire wolf, her coat was black as the night. Her eyes were like two rubies, shining with the light from the fire.  

I’ve found her on one of mine and Geralt adventures. She was being beaten to death by two drunk men in the back of a tavern in Cintra. I saved the small cub and healed her wounds. After that night, the small creature follows me to every here.  

A sigh escape from my lips as the memory of Geralt playing with her runs through my head. It’s been two years since I left him.  

I and Geralt had a relationship before given that we were partners in crime. It was a weird relationship i must say but i loved him and I thought that he loved me too but i was wrong. I’ve should know better, like everyone says ‘a Witcher doesn’t fall in love. They feel no emotion.’. Everything went wrong when Yennefer of Vengerberg show up and when i saw the two of them fucking in the mayor’s house after the djinn had been released, my heart broke in two.  

I’ve should have taken Jaskier’s advice and stayed there waiting by the door, waiting for them. But stubborn as i am, i follow the elf to the window. Seeing the two of them so close, so full of love made my heart break. That was the last sight of him that I remember after i left that awful place, leaving behind a concerned Jaskier. 

A tear falls down my eye, i look down and put my hand on Ellie’s head, stroking gently her soft fur. “It’s a beautiful night, Ellie...perfect for a hunt.” I said a while looking to the dark sky above us, seeing the stars shining like pearls painted in dark canvas.  

The she wolf let out a small whine and push her warm snout into my neck. Chuckling, i stood up and grab my bow and sword, holding them firmly on my back. 

Kicking some dirt to the fire, i start walking into the dense forest with Ellie follow me close behind. The villagers of White Orchard Village said that there were some problems with ghouls. They attack people and even took houses from poor people.  

I’m no Witcher but a life of a mere human woman in this continent can’t bring a marvelous life since the only options of work was being a prostitute or working on a tavern full of drunken men, who will pass their time sexually harassing me.  

Bending down, i see that the ghoul’s footprints on the dirt were fresh. Grabbing the handle of my sword, i pull her in front of me, ready to fight.  

Ellie starts sniffing the ground and a low growl leaves from her large mouth. The sound of a stick breaking grabs my attention. Turning to where the sound came from, i notice the bushes shaking. Ellie’s growl was louder and she comes to stand beside me, ready to attack anything that jumps from there.  

“Stay put, Ellie!” I said a while walking slowly to the bushes, my grip on the sword was firm. When i was a foot away from the bushes, i lift my sword high in the air “I’ve got you, motherfucker!” I said with a smirk on my lips. 

When i was about to stab the bushes, the sound of a loud growl behind me grabbed my attention. Turning my head to the side, i saw a ghoul jumping to me. I close my eyes, ready for the impact but it never came. Opening my eyes, i saw the ghoul on the floor with Ellie’s mouth around his neck.  

Smiling softly, “Thank you, Ellie!” I said gently. I turn back, in time slice another ghoul that has come out from the bushes. My sword slice through the creature's body, cutting him in two. I hear Ellie taking another ghoul and breaking his neck. 

After killing the group of ghouls, i took the head of one of the horrendous creatures and hanging it on my waist, so the villagers could see that the monsters are gone.  

Looking around, seeing the corpses of the creatures laying around and blood everywhere. “Shit! I could have done a better job...” i groan, looking to the mess in front of me. Sighing, i climb to Ellie’s back. “Come on, girl! Let’s grab our rearward.” With that, Ellie starts trotting back to the village. 

                                              ///////// \\\\\\\\\ 

“Well...I’m impressed! I didn’t believe a woman like you could kill that group of ghouls.” The owner of the tavern told me, throwing a bag of coins to me. Smirking, i look up to him “Is that so?” I asked with a lifted brow.   “Aye! I even gave the job to a Witcher that had arrived at the village this night...Ahh, fuck! Now i have to tell him that his assistance will not be needed.” He grumbled under his breath.  

“That won’t be needed...” the sound of a familiar voice sounded behind me. A shiver runs down my spine with the sound of his rich and deep voice. “Geralt.” I said with an emotionless voice while turning back to face him.  

“Y/n.” He said with a firm voice. His golden eyes staring to mine intensively, full of concern and relief. “Where have you been, Y/n? I’ve been trying to track you down... but it seems i taught you to well to cover your tracks.” I move my gaze away from his, feeling the walls that i had built a long time ago starting to fall.   “Goodbye, Geralt.” I said with a serious face. I pass by him and walk outside to where Ellie was waiting for me. A small smile forms on my lips when i see Jaskier talking with her. “Hello, Jaskier!” I wave to him as i walk to them, petting gently Ellie’s head. “Ahh, Y/n! It’s been so long, my friend!” He said cheerfully, hugging me tightly. I let out a breathless laugh, returning his hug. “It´s true, my friend! How have you been doing?” i asked, putting the bag of coins on Ellie´s backpack. 

“Ehh...Good. Killing monsters here and there...you know, the usual!” i chuckle at his words. Putting my cloak around my shoulders, i climb to Ellie´s back and look to Jaskier. “Well, it´s good to see Jaskier. Farewell, my friend!” i bow my head a little and order Ellie to move, seeing Geralt running towards us. “Y/N! WAIT!” i heard him scream after me. Looking back, i saw him trying to keep up with Ellie´s pace. Grabbing tightly Ellie´s fur, “Go. Girl! Run faster!” I urged her.   Geralt´s voice starts to fade in the distance as we leave the village. Tears were running down my face, all the memories, all the good times that we shared are coming to my head. What does he want for me? Isn´t he with Yennefer? 

  The cold wind hits my soaked face, making a hiss escape from my lips. The sound of hooves hitting the ground grabbed my attention. Looking back, I saw Geralt close behind me. The dark look on his face made goosebumps on their wake on my skin. “Fuck!” I cursed. Turning forward, I order Ellie to run to the dense forest to try to lose him.  

“Y/N! STOP!” Geralt yelled, Roach almost going at the same pace as Ellie. Ignore him, I look around, trying to see if was anything to stop him.   My eyes light up when I saw an old bridge, almost falling from how old it is. Smirking, I lean down and whisper to Ellie´s ear “Don´t stop, Ellie! I´ve got a plan.” she let out a small growl and run faster.  

Geralt notice the bridge and yells for me to stop, that he only wishes to talk to me. Grabbing the bow on my back, I point the sharp arrow and shot, making a bullseye on the weak spot of the bridge.  

The old structure collapses, making a huge hole in the middle. “Y/N! THIS IS MADNESS! YOU WILL FALL!” Geralt´s voice sounded close behind me, rich and deep.  

Gripping tightly on Ellie´s fur, “Jump!” I whisper to her ear. Ellie nods and bounced high in the air, crossing the old bridge. A huff escapes from me as we touch the ground, I turn back and see Geralt standing on the other side of the bridge with a sorrow look on his face. “Please, Y/n... Don´t go.” his voice sounded so sad...so guilty.  

Looking down, I let out a sigh “I must...I´m not your destiny, Geralt.” with that, I order Ellie to move forward.  

I heard Geralt screaming and pleading for me to come back but I ignored it. Cleaning the tears on my face, I pet Ellie´s neck. “Come on, Ellie...Let´s go home.”

A/n: Hey Guys! So, Geralt is my new crush and i´m obsessed with the witcher.😂💕 So i thought of doing a mini-series of him. What do you think? Should i do a part 2 of this?

Tell me ---» HERE

XOXO

[avis-writeshq]

Crush x Oblivious!Reader: Through the Years

Requested: Nope

Pairing: Male!Crush x Fem!Oblivious!Reader

Summary: A friendship that began when you were only kids can turn into so much more if you give it time, love and a lotta joy.

Warnings: Swearing, very much fluff, and trash writing

Other: There is a gay couple in here because PRIDE, so if you are not comfortable with that, you can either read with an open mind or read something else. If you do not agree with my choice, please do not DM me or hate on me. Thank you very much xoxo

Word count: 3,116                                                                                            

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

(C/N): Crush’s Name

(C/H/C): Crush’s Hair Colour

(C/E/C): Crush’s Eye Colour

(B/F/N): Best Friend’s Name

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[Age 5]

You pouted from behind your mother’s legs, clinging onto her skirt for dear life. You didn’t want to meet your new neighbours. You didn’t want to meet their son. You didn’t want to be outside. You wanted to be inside, helping your dad make cookies. You should be inside, adding extra chocolate chips to the cookies. Not talking to a bunch of strangers.

 “This is my daughter, (Y/N).” Your mother said, and you scrunched up your face in distaste. “Come on, hun, don’t be shy…”

 You shook your head, holding onto her legs tighter. And that’s when you saw him. A boy your age with sparkling (C/E/C) eyes and a bright grin on his face. “I’m (C/N)!” He says immediately, holding a hand out for you. “Are you (Y/N)?”

 You nodded, taking a step backwards. No, no, no, you didn’t want to make friends! Making friends was… scary! But you didn’t want to be rude. That’s what your mother taught you, isn’t it? “Hi…”

 You awkwardly shook his hand and his smile widened. It stretched across his face and you felt as if his face was going to split in 2. “Do you wanna be my friend?”

 What was the worst that could happen? “Okay.”

 Ever since that day, (C/N) came over to your house to play with you. The both of you were outside in your garden, playing in your garden when he wandered up to you, his usual smile on his face. You blinked at him, confused when he took you by the shoulders.

 “You’re pretty.”

 Pretty? No one has ever called you that before. Well, other than your parents, but they don’t count. “Huh?”

 “Well, my daddy tells that to my mommy all the time, and he said that you tell girls you love that they look pretty.” He grinned at you. “And you’re a girl I love.”

 [Age 10, in 5th Grade]

“Hey, (Y/N), over here!”

 You blinked, hearing your name. You had been sitting on a bench, alone, as per usual, as you drew. Your little scrapbook was almost out of pages, meaning you had to get another one. You snapped the book closed, turning to the direction of the voice. It was (C/N), your best friend since you were a little girl. Well, your only friend.

 Packing up your stuff, you went over to where he was. “Hi, (C/N).”

 “(Y/N), this is Alphie, he’s in my class!” He smiled at you with the same eyes that looked into yours all those years ago; glistening with excitement as he met another person.

 “Hiya,” the boy said, effortlessly brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.

 You raised an eyebrow at him but smiled nonetheless. “Hello.”

 (C/N) quickly spoke for you. “(Y/N) is a little shy… but don’t worry! She’s a good friend of mine. We’re neighbours.”

 “It’s nice to meet you,” you said, trying your best to be friendly. From what the girls in your class had said, you were apparently ‘intimidating’ because of your quietness.

 “You as well,” he said, smirking.

 You didn’t say anything after that because of the lack of conversation starters. You didn’t really want to be the first to ask a question about him, either. What if (C/N) and Alphie thought you were annoying? You didn’t want either of them to leave you. (C/N) must have sensed your unease and bumped his knee with yours.

 “You okay?” He asked, smiling his usual charming smile.

 Nodding, you tried your best to reassure him. “I’m okay. I stayed up all night trying to finish my maths homework.”

 He snickered, “why do you have to be so bad at maths?”

 Rolling your eyes, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Hey, I’m not the one who got a C on his Science Assignment.”

 (C/N) pouted at you, “Biology is hard, okay? Not my fault. Maths is just adding numbers together.”

 “And times tables, and division, and we still have to learn about brackets!” You let out a groan, clapping the palm of your hand with your forehead.

 From across from you, Alphie scoffed. “You think that’s hard? English is the absolute worst.”

 “English is easy!” You and (C/N) exclaimed at the same time. The three of you burst into giggles.

 “Hey, (C/N), you’re right. She is really pretty,” Alphie remarked, thinking.

 “See, I told you!” He said, pointing a finger at him. “You didn’t believe the fact that I know a girl.”

 Alphie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m not the one who tried to impress everyone by balancing a pencil on his nose.”

 “I balanced it for 5 seconds!”

 You watched as the two boys laughed together and you couldn’t help but smile. (C/N) talks about you? Is that what friends do when they care about each other? Questions whirled in your head but you decided to ignore them. You might as well cherish the time right now. Pretty… were you really pretty to him?

 [13 years old, 8th Grade]

You had been lucky enough to be in the same class as Alphie and (C/N). The three of you were glued together ever since 5th grade, and you were known as the Silver Trio, mainly because all of you claimed that there was no better trio than the Golden Trio of Harry Potter. Of course, now you weren’t as shy, and after talking to a few more people, you seemed to be much more comfortable at school.

 “Hey, (Y/N)!” You looked up from your book to be met with a brunette, her bright blue eyes staring at you.

 You smiled, “Good morning, (B/F/N).”

 “Isn’t today wonderful?” She asked, smiling at you. “The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, too! Do you think sensei would let us out early for lunch?”

 “I doubt it. We have a maths test, remember?”

 Her once happy-go-lucky smile morphed into a horrified one. “Ah, damn it! I completely forgot that! I thought it was next week!”

 “Sensei said it was this Wednesday, ergo, today is the day of the test.”

 She pouted at you, “Can you at least lend me your notes?”

 You nodded, fishing for your notes when you felt two hands wrap around your eyes. “Guess who!”

 You tapped your chin, grinning at his childishness. “It’s (C/N), isn’t it?”

 “Right you are, (Y/N)! Ready for that maths test this afternoon?”

 “I was just getting my notes to help (B/F/N) study.” You offer him a cheery smile. “Your notes helped me a lot. Thanks for letting me study at your house yesterday.”

 “No problem! You can let me know if there is anything else you need help with, okay? I’m gonna go find Alphie. Bye!”

 You waved him goodbye and turned to look at (B/F/N), who was smirking at you cheekily. “Is something wrong?” You ask her, slightly confused.

 “You cannot be serious.” She let out a huff, frustrated at your obliviousness. “When are you and (C/N) gonna date?!”

 “Yell it out to the world, why don’t you?” You roll your eyes, teasing her. “And what are you even talking about? (C/N) and I are best friends; we’re not dating.”

 “But don’t you think he’s cute?”

 “I never really thought about it…” you thought for a minute before shaking your head. You can’t like him. “The worst thing you could ever do is date a neighbour. What if we break up? We’re going to have to see each other every day. And he’s my best friend. I don’t anything to change.”

 (B/F/N) shook her head, “there you go being all-wise and stuff. This is life, (Y/N). Live in it!”

 You blinked. “Live in it?”

 ***

The maths test came and went, and you found yourself feeling particularly confident. Maybe you didn’t do so badly this time. It was a nice thought to have. You were sitting on one of the benches underneath a bright cherry blossom, waiting for (C/N) and Alphie. They both wanted to get lunch from the canteen (or cafeteria) today, so you decided to save a table for them. Then you felt someone slide into the seat beside you.

 You looked up at this mystery person. You recognised him to be one of the boys in your grade. From what you remember, he was one of the more… mischievous boys and he tended to be quite irritating to be around.

 “You’re (Y/N) right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

 You nodded, “yeah, that’s me. Is there something you need?”

 He smirked, shaking his head. “(C/N) talked about you today in art. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Ya know, if you took a little more time to get your hair done and nice and splash on a little makeup, you could get into the popular group.”

 Ah, yes, the popular group. It contained not only the richest people but the best looking. They all had something to offer. Most of the time they only talked about fashion ideas and what you should wear regarding the latest trends. You, however, didn’t really care about fashion. Yes, you took pride in what you looked like and had a lot of self-care regimes, but you weren’t really one to follow trends. Not only that but what was the point of getting new clothes every month when you could wear the same clothes from the month before? And besides, nowadays the trends were things that you weren’t comfortable wearing, such as crop tops and miniskirts.

  You were just about to answer when you heard a familiar voice come from around the corner. “Hey, (Y/N)! This is Kaden; he’s in my art class. Dude, what’s up?” (C/N) high-fived Kaden, who smirked and clapped him on the back.

 Kaden looked at Alphie who grinned and ruffled his hair. “Hey, man, wish you were back in our class. Damn, teachers love to torment kids, huh?”

 Alphie rolled his eyes but nodded. “Hey, (Y/N), how did you go on your maths test? All good?”

 You shrug, smiling still. “It was fine. I think I did alright. Thanks, (C/N) for helping me out yesterday. Algebra is trash.”

 “Oh, guys, guess what I heard?” Kaden leaned in to whisper his little secret. “I was walking around the popular table, and guess who was talking about (C/N)?”

 You raised an eyebrow. You were never really one for gossip, but this piqued your interest. “Who?”

 “Gertrude! You know, the leader of the populars? Dude, she’s totally into you!” Kaden sAlphieered, shoving (C/N)’s head fondly.

 You leaned back, suddenly feeling a little disappointed. Was (C/N) going to leave you for them? The bratty and the idiotic? You swallowed thickly looking at your sandwich. He wouldn’t… right?

 ***

You and (C/N) walked home together, as per usual. It was a nice day today; the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. But even while you felt the sunlight on your face, you couldn’t help but feel a little down.

 “Hey,” you felt (C/N)’s shoulder bump with yours, “you okay?”

 You offered a smile, trying your best to reassure him. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

 “That might have fooled me before, but I’m not a kid, ya know. I know when you’re lying.” He sighed, stopping you from walking by standing in front of you, looking at you in the eye. “Is this about what Kaden said at lunch today?”

 You couldn’t help but nod. “I don’t want you to go with them. You can’t just leave!”

 “Hey, you’ve been my best friend for 8 years. I’m not gonna leave you. I care about you too much to do that,” he placed a hand on your hand, smiling at you. “Remember when we were little and we played in your garden?”

 You nodded, “We played there every day.”

 “Well, one time, I told you something. You remember, right?”

 You did remember. But you wanted to hear it from him. With a cheeky smile, you looked up at him. “What did you say? I need reminding.”

 He laughed taking your hair out of your ponytail. “You had your hair out, I remember. It was a little shorter than what it is now, but it was kind of flowing in the wind. I was supposed to be looking for a stick to pick up the ladybug you found. Then I told you that you looked pretty.”

 He grinned at you as you looked at him curiously, continuing to speak. “You had the same expression of your face. You remember what I said afterwards? I told you I loved you. You got mad at me, though, because the ladybug flew away. But we don’t abandon people we love, right? So I’m not going to abandon you.”

 [15 years old, 10th Grade]

True to his word, (C/N) didn’t leave to go with the populars; no matter how much they begged and pressured him to be. Since that day in 8th Grade, he stood out to you in a completely different light. You didn’t know how to explain it but he was more… attractive? He stood by your side through thick and thin, so you were glad to know that he was there. Of course, you had Kaden, Alphie, and (B/F/N), but you always had a connection with (C/N).

 You were definitely a lot closer to him now than you were before. A lot of people mistook you as a couple, even when you made it blatantly clear that you weren’t, no matter how much you wanted to be. However, you and (C/N) did the most platonic things known to man. This included hugs from behind, forehead kisses, late-night calls… but you were not dating. At least, that’s what you told everyone.

 You didn’t want to be needy, of course, so if (C/N) didn’t want to hang out with you, you would never pressure him to. And he never pressured you into anything, either. It was all strictly platonic.

 “Hey, (Y/N)!” You heard him say from behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your neck.

 It was the school holidays, thank god, and you were waiting for the group to wander into the café. You were always early to meet-ups because you had the irrational fear that they were going to leave you behind if you were the slightest bit late.

 You smile upon hearing his voice. “Hi, (C/N). Why are you early? You’re almost never on time.”

 You heard him chuckle, kissing your hair. “I knew you’d be here at least half-an-hour early, and I didn’t want to leave you alone all by yourself. There are terrible things happening, you know?”

 With a small scoff, you pulled him down to sit at the table. “You act as if you weren’t there for my karate lessons.”

 “Actually, that was impressive.” He grinned at you. “You flipped 3 guys in 5 minutes and they were both 2 years older than you?”

 You smirked proudly, nodded. “Yes, I did. I was awesome back then, huh?”

 “You’re still awesome now,” he smiled at you, lifting your knuckles to his lips.

 At that moment, a face gag was heard from behind you. “You guys are disgusting!” Alphie exclaimed an arm around (B/F/N) waist.

 At the sight, you couldn’t help but smirk. (B/F/N)’s cheeks were dusted pink and she caught your gaze. “Alphie, (Y/N) is bullying me.”

 You giggled, shaking your head. “I didn’t do anything. Besides, what could your man do to hurt me?”

 “Are you calling me weak?” Alphie demanded, faking a gasp at the insult. “Hey, I’m not the one who still hasn’t confessed to the girl that he likes, (C/N).”

 The said boy rolled his eyes, but a blush was still painted on his cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said as (B/F/N) and Alphie took their seats.

 “Sure you don’t,” he smirked, “go on, why don’t you tell her now?”

 You cocked your head to the side, oblivious as always. “(C/N) likes someone.”

 Alphie gaped at you, stammering over his words. “You don’t… you don’t fucking know?!”

 “He may be my best friend, but he doesn’t have to tell me everything…” you shrugged, grinning at the (C/H/C) boy. “We don’t really talk about that stuff.”

 “Please tell me she’s joking,” you heard (B/F/N) mumble to her boyfriend, who nodded in agreement.

 “Joking about what?”

 “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Alphie exclaimed, slapping his palm to his forehead. “I can’t… this – I can’t even.”

 Before he could get up to leave, another voice sounded from behind you. “Hey guys, you’re all early, huh?”

 “Hey, Kaden!” You smiled, “You even brought your boyfriend! I’m (Y/N).”

 “I’m Danny,” the boy greeted, a small smile on his face.

 “We’ve heard a lot about you, Danny. I’m (C/N), and this beetroot-” he gestured to Alphie, “is Alphie, and this is his girlfriend, (B/F/N). Great to finally meet you.”

 “Oh, so you’re (C/N). From what I’ve heard, you’re not man enough to tell the girl you like that you likeher, even when there is so much sexual tension around you.”

 “Why does everyone keep saying that?” (C/N) muttered, rolling his eyes, “and it is strictly platonic. We’re not like that. Besides, she’s an oblivious piece of work, so no matter what I do, she never sees it.”

 “Ey, (C/N), you should tell me!” You frowned, feeling suddenly deflated. “Everyone else knows but me…”

 “Well, that’s because,” Danny began, but Kaden quickly slapped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth.

 “We are going to order, right love? We’ll be right back…”

 At that, Alphie and (B/F/N) nodded as well. “Yep, we’re going to order something too. Gotta go!”

 You blinked, watching the 4 of them leave before turning back to (C/N). “Come on, who is it? I won’t tease you, I promise.”

 “You really are a dummy,” he rolled his eyes before tapping your nose. “Why do you think I give you hugs from behind? And why do you think I kiss your forehead every time I see you in the morning on our way to school? (Y/N), why do I tell you that I love you every night before you go to sleep?”

 “…because you’re a friendly person who doesn’t want me to feel alone with (B/F/N) and Alphie’s, as well as Danny and Kaden?” You ask innocently.

 (C/N) sighed, shaking his head. “No, it’s because I like you. More than a best friend.”

 “Oh.” You grin up at him. “I know.”

 “You what?!”

 “Well, if I said that I knew, I never would have heard it from you, right? And the others already make it stupidly obvious, but I want you to say it to me when you’re ready.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “I already knew, (C/N). And by the way,” you take his hands in yours, “I love you, too.”

~

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To Be Seen Extra

380 Years Seen

03/23/2019

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 17,796

*Masterpost in Notes     Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, language, angst, fluff

A/N: Man, oh man! I’m sorry this is so long but this is definitely the conclusion that they deserve and I’m glad I gave it. Also, please be very kind because I just finished writing it now and read it through once because I am exhausted and have made only small fixes so if you spot something, just ignore it for now? I’m sorry! xoxo If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. This is truly the end for this story. I hope you all have loved it as much as I have. I’m sad to see them go. Enjoy!

*The kids will take after Thor and the Asgardian line primarily in looks to keep the reader’s ethnicity flexible. Just consider Thor’s gene’s too strong to be influenced?

Oh man, this never gets any easier for Ben. In fact, each time he has to approach you he gets so nervous that on a few occasions, he’s spontaneously summoned some magic and scared the shit out of you.

The worst it’s ever gotten was that one time he chased you into the corner of an alley and with you crying your eyes out brought you back to him. It always hurts for Ben, those weeks, days, hours, or minutes when you don’t remember being his mom. It always makes him remember the day you first left him. He’d told you goodbye, Dad sitting on your left side, while he and Rosie held onto your soft and withered right hand.

It had been terribly sad to watch you fade away. You’d lived a long life—for a human—and gently drifted to sleep to never wake up again.

Rosie had been inconsolable for weeks and Dad, well, Dad had holed himself up in your shared room. For the next year it was almost as if he weren’t even on Earth. People wondered why Thor hadn’t been seen in a year when he’d been so present all those years before.

The only consolation had been his few friends, those still alive.

Uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper had passed away a few years before as had many of the other human Avengers leaving behind various descendants and an ageless Vision, Bruce—though really, Bruce’s aging is more complicated than Ben ever realized as a kid—Steve, and Bucky.

For that empty year when Dad didn’t know what to do with himself with you gone, Uncle Steve had given him the most comfort. Sometimes Ben had stood outside the door, listening to them talk about everything from missions to funny party memories.

Ben was surprised one day to hear them talking about you. They both sounded very sad and Uncle Steve asked Dad a strange question that for a few very confusing moments, Ben didn’t understand.

“Did she ever do that ear thing with you?” Uncle Steve asks gently, cautious with his query.

Thor huffs a light laugh. “Do you mean that thing where she grabs hold of your earlobe and very softly massaged it in a clockwise motion?”

“Yeah.” Uncle Steve’s voice is lighter, relaxed as the subject doesn’t seem to be off limits.

“You said it had only happened once?” Thor asks, curious.

“Yeah. We only slept together once but I was here in the middle of the night often, to help with Ben. We only crossed that line once, but I held her many times. I…I’m sorry, Thor, if talking about this-?”

“No, no. It’s quite alright. I wasn’t here. Y/N and I did not start well. She told me after Rosie was born that things ran a bit more deeply between you two for a while. I have no one to blame but myself for what transpired. I was the one that left her.”

Ben’s heart pounds as he wonders whether he should be listening at the door to this particular conversation. This isn’t like the others. These aren’t happy memories or funny stories of your time here with them. This is serious and what was Dad’s fault? When the hell had he ever left you?

“You loved her.” Thor acknowledges. “I made that happen.”

“I did love her. Not the way you did. Not as strongly and she never even came close to loving me the way she loved you but you’re right. I was there for her. She needed someone to invest in and I felt so guilty about what I’d said to you that I threw myself at her. I wanted to help.”

“I’m glad that you did. I am glad that she was not truly alone in that time.”

“I miss that ear thing she used to do.” Uncle Steve admits sadly with a gentle fondness in his tone.

“As do I.”

“But you got to live with her Thor. You had her for a long time. For us humans that is.”

Thor sighs heavily. “I know. And I am grateful. She loved me passionately. She gave me two beautiful children. They’re both grown now but I can see her in their eyes. She looks at me through them and chastises me for retreating from the world.”

“Then get out of here. Go outside. Fly to Norway and visit with your people. Or just go to some far-off planet, just get out of this room, Thor. She wouldn’t want you sitting in here moping.”

Ben agrees with Uncle Steve. He loves his dad, but he’s been cooped up in that room too long. He comes down to eat but then he comes back up to mourn.

“I just miss her so much. I miss her voice. I can hear her calling me stubborn and a coward for hiding in here but when I turn to argue she is not there.” Thor pauses for so long that Ben thinks maybe he and Uncle Steve have fallen into one of their famous comfortable silences, but then a sniffle rips the silence. “I lived for fifteen hundred years before I met her but now, I don’t know how to go on living without her.”

Ben’s heart breaks as he hears the hitch in Dad’s voice. He’d seen him cry the day you left them. A few heavy tears accompanied with soft loving smiles as you stared into his blue eyes and then shut them forever. This isn’t that. This is pure, heaving, sobbing.

Dad…

“Thor…” Uncle Steve says gently.

Ben listens to his dad cry for what feels like an hour. The room goes silent after that for a few minutes before heavy feet walk into the bathroom and then back towards the bed where Thor likes to sit.

“Have you told Ben yet?” Uncle Steve asks.

When Dad answers again, his voice is strong again, powerful but soft.

“I only came across the information four months ago. I did not want to bring it up until I was sure.”

“And are you? Will it work?” Uncle Steve asks hopefully.

“I am. There is only one way to know for sure, but all signs point to it working. I will need Ben as I cannot summon the magic required. Rosie is still not strong enough, but Ben has always shown such prowess.”

“He’ll help, Thor. No questions. He’s Ben. He loved Y/N more than anyone.”

Help? Help with what?

Dad laughs, pulling Ben out of his confusion. “Yes. He was always very protective over her. Did I ever tell you about the time he kicked me?”

“No.” Uncle Steve says with a chuckle. “When you first got back?”

“Yes. Y/N began crying, emotional from watching me with Ben and also because she was angry at me for leaving her in the first place and then trying to romance her so quickly.”

There’s that leaving thing again. Ben can only remember you and Dad together. When had he left you?

“Somehow Ben knew that I was the source of her sorrow and he marched straight up to me and kicked my leg. It was piercing. Even at three years old his veins coursed with strength. He was always so careful with her. I could see it in his expression when he was around her, always so gentle and careful in his touch. I had never and have never seen anything like the relationship that she and Ben shared.”

Uncle Steve chuckles once more. “Ben…he was shaped by your absence. I know he doesn’t remember it. He was still a baby, but his heart is shaped around the effect your leaving Y/N had on her. To make up for it, he was always trying to shield her, protect her. He’ll do it, Thor.”

“Shall we ask?” Dad says in a mock whisper. “Come in, son.”

Ben’s cheeks flush in embarrassment as he pushes the door open and smiles in at his dad sheepishly who is indeed standing at the end of the bed, and Uncle Steve who’s sitting in your old armchair leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Hey, Bud.” Uncle Steve says.

“Hey Uncle Steve.” Ben moves inside and stops just past the doorway.

“I have a proposition to pose to you, Ben.” Dad’s looking a little pale.

He’d always had a nice tan and though he still has his full beard and his hair is slightly grown out, he looks smaller somehow without the pride he’d always exuded from having you at his side and it breaks Ben’s heart to see how your absence affects him.

Ben steps further into the room, his own heavy steps making the wooden floor beneath his feet creak.

“What is it, Dad?”

“We’re going to get your mother back.” Dad says and Ben, stunned into silence, just stares at his father as if he’s finally done it.

He’s lost his mind.

“Dad…”

“Wait, hear me out.” Dad rushes to say, and Uncle Steve gets up.

“It’s real, Ben. We can get your mother back.”

“Uncle Steve, how the hell are we supposed to get mom back? I miss her too, Dad, but she’s gone. She died. If we just get out of the house for a little while, you’ll see that things are just as they’re supposed to be.”

“No. Ben, listen…” Dad sighs, his wide but slightly thinner looking shoulders heave.

Uncle Steve moves over to Dad and Dad responds, turning to look at his old friend. Uncle Steve pulls Dad into a hug and the two clap each other’s backs affectionately before pulling apart.

“I’ll leave you to explain. I have to go meet with Howard. Apparently, he’s bringing Ginny over and I promised her a ride in the jet.”

“Of course. Please tell Stark and his daughter hello for me.”

“Benny.” Uncle Steve says, caressing Ben’s right shoulder as he passes then leaves Thor to explain to Ben exactly how they’re going to get you back.

It’s been so many years since he and Dad had begun this process. Sometimes it took years to find you and Ben had learned pretty quickly what the best ways to approach you were.

This time he found you quickly. He observes you on stone park bench nestled amongst flowers and trees, looking immersed in your book.

You’re still very young however, and Ben is always wary about how young he should try and get to you. This is by far the youngest. At eighteen years old, you’ve still got some growing to do.

You look like you, though, and even Rosie can’t seem to wait to get you back.

“Today, right? She’s been eighteen for two months. You’ll do it today, right?” Rosie asks impatiently.

Ben looks down at his sister. She’s beautiful of course, and Dad often says that she looks like Grandma Frigga. Her hair is darker than his own, almost brown with the smallest hints of golden highlights in her long flowing hair. Her eyes are dark, her lips full and pink. She’s slender but strong. Ben knows first hand how hard she can punch.

His sister kicks ass. He knows that, however she’s impatient as hell and sweet. She’s strong, reliable, like Ben remembers you being. Most of all, she’s very loving. Especially with her family. With Dad and himself, Rosie is very protective and clingy at times.

“I don’t want to scare her.” Ben argues.

“Benny, I miss her.” Rosie whines.

“Rosie, this is the youngest we’ve ever found her. I’m sure Dad’ll like it-”

“Yeah, imagine the stamina she’s gonna have.” Rosie says with amusement.

“Rose!”

“What?! Dad never gets any unless Mom’s home. Why do you think he kicks us out for a few months every time we find her?”

“Yeah, I know but…you’re just like Mom! Why do you have to talk about it?”

“Hey, we wouldn’t be here if Mom and Dad didn’t like getting it on.” Rosie points out.

“Rose!”

“Fine, fine. Prude. We’ll see how shy you are about it when you find your one.”

“I’m three-hundred and eighty-four years old, Rosie. If I haven’t found them by now, then I don’t think they exist.”

“What about Patrick? He was pretty sweet.” Rosie offers.

“And he couldn’t handle the whole I live forever thing.” Ben sighs, remembering the redhead fondly.

He’d been such a beautiful man.

“What about Lane?” Rosie asks. “You were with her for forty years.”

“And she left me for a Kree Warrior.” Ben reminds his sister.

“She might come back. Anyway, it took dad almost two thousand years to find Mom, did you think it was gonna be easy?” Rosie teases.

Ben sighs as he continues to watch you, staring at the way your fingers flip the pages of your book and the sparkle in your eyes as you enjoy whatever story you’re reading. When Rosie’s gentle hand takes a soft grip on his hand, Ben tears his eyes away from you to look down at his baby sister.

“You’ll find someone, Ben. We both will. It might just take time. Look at what Mom and Dad go through to be together.”

Ben smiles down at her before looking back at you. “Kinda makes it hard to settle when we have such a clear example of how much two beings can love each other, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t wait, Ben. Mom’s never told you but she’s always sad when we don’t find her when she’s young. She misses him too. She feels the time.”

“What?”

“She told me when you found her in Rome. She hated that she’d gotten married and that she’d missed out on so much time with Dad. Then the cancer came and made their time together shorter. She wants to be with Daddy. Don’t make her wait.” Rosie pleads.

“I’ll do it right now.” Ben assures her.

“Right now, right now?” Rosie asks startled.

“Yes.” Ben tells her firmly. “It’s a miracle we don’t have any half-siblings running around.”

“Maybe not, but Eggy and Lo are more than enough extra family. You notice how only when Mom and Dad meet on their own, that’s when they end up having more kids?”

Ben does find it interesting that Mom and Dad have only had two more kids since she first left them. It’s been almost four hundred years and all they have to show for it is Egil and Lok. Four children. Mom’s always so excited to see everyone together when Ben finds her.

Ben laughs lightly. “Egil hates that nickname. If he hears that you’re still using it, he’ll throw a fit.”

“Well, too bad for him. I like it. And Lo would never tattle on me.”

“Is she at home?”

“No. She left just after you did. You’ve been tailing mom for too long. She gave up. She’ll be back in a few months.” Rosie promises. “If not, I’ll go find her. She promised dad she’d stay close.”

“Good. Mom always likes us together when she wakes up.” Ben begins to move around the shelter of trees the two of them have been hiding in, but Rosie reaches out and stops him.

“I’ll meet you all at home. I can’t bear to watch.”

“Okay. Wish me luck?” Ben asks then watches as Rosie smiles at him and releases his arm, bends her knees slightly, and pushes herself off the ground to fly into the sky.

Damn. Yes, Ben has his magic, but he’d give anything to be able to fly like that.

He waits until Rosie’s out of sight before he slowly, with his heart pounding and his stomach in nervous knots, heads towards his you. He moves at a slow pace, walking casually, with his arms swinging at his sides.

You’re still too busy reading to look up. As he gets closer, Ben can see that you’re smiling. Softly at first but then your smile widens, and you laugh out loud which prompts him to stop a few feet from your bench.

For Ben, it’s amazing to watch you be a woman in your own right with no family to tie you down. No husband to claim you. You’re so free. Sometimes, like right now, it almost makes him hesitate. You have your whole future ahead of you, thousands of possibilities. You could live to have more kids though you never have. You could become a doctor or a lawyer or a writer or maybe even a stunt double.

Dad would say you’re too clumsy to be a stunt double, but Ben has always believed you when you’ve told him that he can do and be anything. Why should the same not apply to you?

He stops beside you, looking down at you as you reach up and bite your thumb’s nail as you read on, chuckling lightly before turning the page.

“May I sit here?” Ben asks you but you don’t seem to hear him. “Excuse me?”

“Hm?” You ask, absentmindedly.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” He asks again, this time leaning down slightly.

“Uh…yeah.” You reply, off-hand and way too distracted to look at him.

“Funny book?” Ben wonders, leaving plenty of space between you.

He doesn’t want to scare you like last time.

“Hm?” Finally, probably just annoyed with the constant interruptions, you look over at him and he watches your eyes scan his face and then the rest of him.

Ben knows what he looks like. He’s not stupid. For most girls here on Earth, Ben is…well, if they’re into guys, Ben’s kind of the dream. Yet, somehow, every time you look at him, it’s like you don’t see him.

“Do I know you?” You suddenly ask him and for a moment Ben’s heart goes into arrest. “You were at that coffee shop last week. Are you stalking me?”

Ben blushes, then laughs nervously because yes, in fact, he has been stalking you for two months.

“No. I-I just moved here. Maybe that’s why-?”

“Oh.” You reply, unconvinced, but not afraid either. “What brings you to the park?”

“I was meeting my sister here. This park is kind of an important place for us. This is where our parents met.”

“Wow. That’s sweet. Is it some big romantic story?” You ask him eagerly, shutting your book and resting it gently on your pink skirt covered lap.

This youngest version of you that he’s found has nothing but pure and positive expectations from the world. He can see the light in your eyes at the prospect of hearing some grand romantic story and it makes Ben smile. He’s always known you were a hopeless romantic, but he’s never seen your heart this fresh. Unbroken by loss and hurt.

“Yeah, actually, it is. My Mom got dumped here by some guy she’d been crushing on and my Dad happened to be walking by when he found her crying. He offered her a handkerchief and then asked her out to get a drink and they were together ever since.” Ben shrugs his left shoulder. “I think they might have broken up for a bit, but they got back together and got married. Had us. Then a few years later,” Yeah, right. More like two hundred years later. “They had my younger siblings and then my mom passed away.”

“Oh…” You sigh, suddenly saddened by the shift of tone. “I’m sorry. You must miss her a lot.”

“I do. She was everything to me. She was my rock. But I think my dad misses her more than I do. He always gets really depressed when she’s not with us.” Ben explains.

He watches your face carefully, looking for the right moment as you listen to his story. And here it comes.

Your expression, saddened by his story of losing his mother, suddenly shifts into confusion.

“When she’s not with you? You make it sound like you can get her back.” You realize.

“Because I can.” Ben says quietly and just as your eyes glaze over with deeper confusion, he reaches out and places his hands on either side of your head.

His soft golden magic flows from the center of his palms and the tips of his fingers wrapping itself around your crown tracing lines that he doesn’t understand fully. He knows it has something to do with your brain but even he doesn’t understand the way this works completely.

You don’t struggle. You don’t move. Your face is frozen in that look of befuddlement as the wind shifts around the two of you, blowing a soft cool breeze that didn’t exist before. As the golden light flows down along your arms and neck, Ben hears you sigh lightly. He pushes himself harder, focusing his magic into the deeper recesses of your mind until that soft golden light is then reflected in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Ben whispers.

He knows it doesn’t hurt be he’s always so scared that something will go wrong. What if he messes it up? What if he’s really stealing your life from you by bringing you back? All these doubts are all that matter in the thirty seconds that it takes for his magic to work its way into your system but when the golden lights fades from your eyes and the veins of magic recede into his hands, Ben forgets them as your eyes shine with pure recognition.

“Ben?” You whisper, searching his familiar face.

“Hey, Mom.” He answers, his beautiful blue eyes spilling over with tears.

“Oh, my baby boy.” You sigh, reaching up to place your hand son the sides of his face.

He’s always larger than you but this time he feels especially big. He’s still tall, slightly shorter than Thor, but wide shouldered, thick arms, long legs with wide thighs. Your boy is massive, and it makes sense seeing as Thor is massive too. His cheeks are covered in rough golden fuzz, a beard still growing in and hiding his squared jaw. His hair is blonde, with darker brown streaks along the thicker patches, flowing in the breeze softly as his peachy skin glistens with the sweat of his effort to use his magic.

“Mom…” Ben cries, placing his right hand over your left. “I missed you so much.”

You slip your arms around his neck and scoot closer as Ben wraps his large arms around your torso softly, always your baby boy is careful not to hurt you. You can feel the hesitation in his hug as he tests his strength around you.

“I feel like it’s been a long time.” You admit and reach up to stroke the back of his head.

Your baby boy is a man. And he has been for a long time. You know this. Every time you see him again for the first time however, it feels new and you want to mourn for the baby boy that you held in your arms, his head cradled against his left shoulder as he clung to you and asked you where his daddy was.

Thor!

“Your father?” You ask him, suddenly eager to see Thor.

Ben pulls back and you reach up to wipe the tears from his cheeks as he pulls your hands down against his lap. “He was at home when I left. I’m not sure where he is now. We should go. He’ll wanna see you.”

Ben gets to his feet and pulls you along, but you yank back on his arm and pull him to a stop. “Wait, wait, wait. What am I wearing?”

You look down at your outfit, a short pink frill skirt which is actually a skort. The shorts part of the skirt extend slightly past the frilly skirt portion which is perfect for a warm spring day. Your shirt is a simple loose white tank top, tucked into the skirt.

“Mom, you know Dad doesn’t give two shits about what you wear.” Ben argues.

“Hey! Language.” You chastise him and Ben laughs. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just, you’re a lot younger than me right now and it’s funny to hear you tell me to watch my language.”

This brings your attention to the small stature of your body. Or smaller would be the more appropriate word. You do feel a lot younger than you’ve felt with these memories in your head before.

“How old am I, Ben?”

“Your body’s age? Eighteen. This is the youngest we’ve ever found you. Should I have waited a few years?” Ben asks, unsure and clearly worried he’s made a mistake.

“No!” You protest, fear gripping your heart. “No, sweet pea, this is great. It’s perfect.”

“Mom,” Ben whines. “Do you really have to call me that? I’m super old!”

“So what? You are my sweet pea. I pushed you out, I will call you what I want.” You argue but despite his complaining, Ben is smiling.

“Come on, let’s go home. Dad’ll be so happy.” Ben says excitedly as a golden portal opens before you through which you can see a large modern home with brown wood and gray stone accents.

You can still kind of see the old structure, your small bungalow where you’d raised Ben and Rosie with Thor, through the uplifted house. When Eggy and Lo had come, you and Thor had added to the house, making it big for all six of you though Ben and Rosie had their own lives and came and went as they pleased. It had been nice to have a house with babies again.

Thor had been so happy.

“I bet he will.” You reply, taking note of your much younger body.

“Mom, you know I mean for you remembering, not how young you are.” Ben assures you, reading you well.

Just like Thor, Ben can always read you.

“Whatever.” You wave away his assurance but then reach forward to grab his large hand. “Let’s just go. I can’t wait to see him.”

Ben takes your hand, softly squeezing it as he pulls you through the portal.

“Dad?” Ben calls out as you follow him into the large house.

The entry way is still the same only slightly larger. The dining room to the right had been expanded, the kitchen also given a facelift and more counter space, but you can still see your small kitchen at the center, where you and Thor had reconciled after he’d been gone those first four years of Ben’s life.

Your ears and neck burn as you remember him pressed between your legs, sweating, panting, eager to be inside of you almost as much as you were to have him there.

“You okay?” Ben asks you, turning to give you a look.

“Hm?” You clear your throat, this body, young as it is and flooded with hormones makes that memory vivid. “Yeah, I’m great.”

You giggle stupidly, overcome with what your body is making you feel as opposed to the sensible woman’s memories you have.

“Mom…?” Ben stops, grabbing your hand a little tighter, knowing you’re not being completely honest.

“It’s just…this body is really young. I forgot what it feels like to be this hormonal.” You admit feeling a little embarrassed to be admitting this to your baby boy of all people.

“Oh.” Ben replies, blushing under his beard. “Right. Let’s get you to dad.”

He releases your hand and ignores the large living room to your left and instead bounds up the widened stairs taking them three at a time before disappearing down the longer and wider hallway. Your room and the balcony are still the same, and Ben’s old room had been made into a small office for you to work in a long time ago while the kids all had rooms on the opposite side now. Four decently sized rooms that none of them stayed in for more than a few months at a time.

You wander into the living room, ignoring the large TV display on the far wall and the new seats that had obviously been purchased after the last time you’d left them. You turn towards the nearer wall, the one adjacent to the stairs where picture upon picture hangs of you and your family at different times in your life.

There’s one from your first one with them. This is the largest one at the center with you and Thor sitting on your old sofa with a five-year-old Ben on Thor’s lap while you cradle a one-year old Rosie. The four of you look so happy and you remember that day so clearly. Your heart aches from the happiness you can remember feeling with them and your poor young heart can’t take it, never having felt that kind of ache before.

It makes you cry. You sniffle and reach up to wipe your tears, but they continue to fall as your eyes pass over picture after picture of you, Thor, Ben and Rosie through the years, then two more beautiful babies appear—Eggy with a full head of blonde hair but Lo, your youngest girl, has stark raven hair which Thor had explained might be his fault. His sister Hela had raven hair—and slowly they grow in each photo until they’re beautiful adults too.

“Mom?” Ben’s voice interrupts.

You reach up and try to wipe your tears away quickly, but you know he’s already seen you.

“Mom? Are you okay?” He moves towards you slowly, careful and gentle in his approach.

Smiling at him, you nod. “Of course. I’m just…so happy to be back. I missed all of you so much.”

And your stupid young heart breaks a little as you remember leaving them the last time. You sob a little and Ben crosses the room to you in two large steps to wrap you up in his arms.

You hug him back, your hands splayed out along his back. He’s so huge.

“Why did you have to grow?”

Ben laughs. “I’m so happy you’re home, Mom. I never feel right unless I know you’re here.”

He leans down and kisses the top of your head but holds you for another five minutes, the two of you staring at the pictures on the wall.

“I’m gonna go check the compound. See if Dad’s hanging out with Uncle Steve.”

You pull back in slight shock, happy to hear that Steve is still around. “You’re Uncle’s still alive?”

Ben nods. “It’s only been forty years, Mom.”

Oh, right. It always feels like so much more time when you wake up. “Right.”

“He’s got some grays though.” Ben says, highly amused by this fact. “Just around the temples. He’s really self-conscious about it. You should ask him about them when you see him.”

You chuckle as Ben pulls away and nod. “I’ll do that.”

Graying Steve, cute.

“I’ll be back.” He promises. “Please, don’t go far?”

“I promise.”

Ben turns and runs out the front door leaving you to your house.

You wander the house slowly and take in all the smaller changes. A chair here a table there. New throw pillows, a few new pictures. The fridge is, as always, completely stocked with food. As is the pantry. The dishes haven’t been done, which makes you sigh heavily.

“Welcome home, Y/N.” You smile despite the mess and quickly wash the two plates and glasses.

As you wash them, you can’t help but wonder who might have been eating this morning. It wasn’t Ben since he’d been looking for you. It could be Lo, Eggy, or Rosie. Still, even though you know that the odds of the person having breakfast with Thor is more than likely one of your kids, you can’t help the sudden lurch of jealousy as you wonder if maybe he might have found himself someone?

Even after all this time, you still worry that he might find someone else. What if he gets lonely waiting for you? You wouldn’t blame him, but you’d be lying if you pretended like it wouldn’t hurt.

“Stop being stupid, Y/N.” You dry your hands on a towel and wander upstairs to your room.

You stop just inside and give the room a look over. Everything is still exactly the same. Your vanity looks the same as the day you left them and has been well dusted. The sheets, though different in stile, are still light blue. Your pillow is untouched and the same pictures of just you and Thor rest on his bedside table and the dressers and decorative shelves around the room.

Feeling emotional, you move to your vanity and look down at your hairbrush. It’s the only thing out of place and you know that it’s probably because Thor has been holding it.

“Sometimes I come up here and I sit and hold your hairbrush. It still smells like you, even after all this time.”

“Isn’t that kinda creepy?” You tease Thor and he smiles that wide goofy smile you love, his blue eyes shining adoringly up at you from his seated spot on your bed.

“Perhaps it is, but I miss you so much when you’re gone that it’s the only thing that keeps me going some days. The kids take turns staying with me to make sure I’m not lonely though they really do not have to, but they cannot be with me all the time. I miss you the most then. When the parts of you that you passed to our children are beyond my reach.”

“I miss you too, puppy.” You sigh, gently stroking the handle of the brush.

You move towards the balcony doors, they’d been replaced with full glass French doors instead of your old sliding ones when the renovations to add rooms had been done which is nice. You don’t have to open the doors anymore to get a look outside.

Maybe you’re too wrapped up in your own memories, but you don’t hear the door downstairs open. You don’t hear the heavy footsteps that make their way up along the stairs. What you do finally hear is a slight gasp from behind you.

“Hey,” The deep booming voice says. “Who are you and why are you in my bedroom?”

You can’t blame him for not recognizing you. Thor has never seen you this young before. It only makes you smaller than him and less recognizable. You turn to look at him and nearly faint at the beauty before you. How the hell does he look better and better with age? Sure, he doesn’t exactly age the way everyone else does, but his full beard, his furrowed brow, his wide chest, his peachy tanned skin, those well-filled jeans, that white over worn t-shirt, and that dark blue jacket all only serve to make him look like the God among mortals that he is.

As you turn to face him, his expression softens. You can see his entire body visibly fall slightly, relaxing as he loses all the tension he’d been holding. His brow softens and disbelief settles into his eyes as he moves slowly towards you, taking careful steps as his hands swing limply at his sides.

You’ve forgotten how to breathe. How the hell does he still have this effect on you? After so much time, after all the fights and all the distance, after every death, after every insecurity, and after all the lives spent living together, how does he still manage to take your breath away?

“Are you really here?” He asks, uncertain. “This is not a dream?”

He’s so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. As he finally reaches you, he doesn’t hesitate as he places his left hand on your hip and then trails it back to rest on the curve of your bottom. You sigh heavily, overcome with pleasure, relief, and a powerful thirst for him.

He wraps that arm around your waist then hooks his hand under your thigh as he ducks down and lifts you up into his arms. You respond instinctively, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you to bring you up closer to his level.

“Tell me this is real.” He pleads, almost near tears.

Placing your hands on either side of his face to scratch at the scruff of his beard, you smile and lean down until your lips meet his.

He responds hungrily, pulling you tighter against him as his mouth moves with yours eagerly, slipping his tongue into your mouth in a fervor as he steps back until his knees hit the bed and he sits himself down.

You kiss him until you’re both out of breath and when he pulls away, he stares up at you, his large hand slipping down along your spine making you shiver as he stares past you and into your soul.

“My dove…” He whispers.

“I’m here, puppy.” You reply.

He brings his hand down, resting it on your bottom as he suddenly swings you around towards his left until he’s got you settled on the center of the bed, pleasantly sandwiched between soft mattress and his hard, heated body.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He admits, reaching up to trace the line of your cheeks and jaw.

“Show me.” You whisper, reaching up with soft fingers to caress the curve of his ear while you lift your right leg and gently press against the flesh of his hips with your knee.

Thor doesn’t even hesitate. He’s pulling back, tugging your pink skort off quickly followed by your undies which he tosses onto the floor before stripping his jacket, shirt, and jeans off. In less than thirty seconds he’s got you both naked and he settles himself over you once more.

You spread your legs for him, giving him room to lay between them as his hands gently palm your breasts. Very quickly he abandons touching them in favor of tasting them, wrapping each perked bud with wet lips. He traces circles around your nipples, sucking softly as his hands trace the curves of your body, worshipping each bend and shift.

You’re breathing raggedly, trying hard to contain yourself because this body has never experienced love like this before. You suddenly realize what’s going to happen when all of a sudden it does.

You gasp loudly, shaking your head as the pain of a first shocks your system. Thor freezes at the sound of your pain and pulls back, his eyes frenzied with worry as he looks down at your arms and torso.

“I’ve hurt you, where?” He gasps, looking for a break but that’s not where your pain is.

You look down at where your hips are joined, he’s still buried within you, pushed too far in too quickly. His girth has spread you and you can feel yourself pulsating around him as his rod only grows harder. You’re so wet that he slid in easily. Damn these hormones!

He follows your gaze and startles at the small stain of blood.

“Oh.” He realizes and begins to extricate himself from you but freezes when you gasp again and grip his shoulders hard.

“No.” You plead.

“I’m sorry.” Thor gasps. “I’m-”

With wide eyes, he looks at you as your body begins to shake. You can’t help yourself. You’re laughing and you’re laughing hard.

You can feel Thor relax against you, still within you.

“What is so funny?” He demands, only slightly annoyed.

“I just…I mean, shit, this again?” You hate that you’re a virgin again.

All of the other times you had already been with men before meeting Thor.

“Should we stop?” Thor asks, gently caressing your cheek. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

“This is going to hurt whether we do it now or later.”

Thor frowns, hating that this reunion is not turning out to be as perfect as he had probably been imagining.

“I’m sorry, puppy, I’m just…this body is really young.”

Thor suddenly pulls back. “How young?”

“Not that young. Don’t worry.” You laugh again as he relaxes. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I’m sorry that I did not approach this more gently.” He blushes.

He’d been so eager to make love to you he’d just rammed himself in without waiting for you to give him the go-ahead.

“Don’t be.” You whisper and pull on his ears to bring him down closer. “I like when you’re a little rough with me.”

Thor grins at you, his cheeks blazing red now, and his hard shaft suddenly twitches making you shiver. He sees your quiver and leans down to kiss your lips softly. He trails those open-mouthed kisses down along your jaw to your neck where he bits on the skin and nibbles salaciously, licking at the salty skin.

Shutting your eyes, you moan, and prepare your body for a fight. A quick one you hope. You want to enjoy him soon.

“Fuck me, puppy.” You plead with him and he pulls back to narrow his eyes down at you.

“Are you sure?”

“Please…” You beg.

Thor meets your mouth with his own again, muffling your groan as he finally pulls his hips back a bit and then once again roughly rams himself into you.

It hurts. It hurts a lot, but you don’t care. You want to get the pain over with. You want to enjoy being with Thor already. You’ve waited so long and so has he. You can feel it in the way he thrusts, his arms constricted around you, his hand fisting the sheets by your head as he tries to contain himself but also give it to you. He starts thrusting hard and slow at first. Then he shifts into faster pumps, moving himself a little less while he grinds himself down against you as his mouth explores your body.

The pain never really leaves this time. It hurts but as he moves closer to you, rubbing his V-cut pelvis down against your nub, pleasurable pressure begins to build.

You force your mind to focus on that instead of the pain and soon the pain becomes an afterthought.

“Yes…” You mean into his ear and Thor responds with a growl as he realizes that you’re actually enjoying yourself.

“How do you want me?” He asks you, eager to please you but you can hear by the strain in his voice that he’s close too.

“Hold me.” That’s what you want most.

You want to be in his arms, where you belong.

Thor obliges, suddenly stopping to your disappointment but only so that he can sit back on the bed to pull you down onto his lap. He wraps both of his arms around you, slowing down for a moment so that he can hook his hand behind your neck to pull you down for one long, loving kiss. As he breaks it, he brings his left hand down to grab a fistful of your bottom’s flesh and then he pulls you towards him hard.

You moan loudly and Thor’s eyes sparkle with joy.

“Shh.” He chuckles. “Ben and Rosie are not far.”

You struggle against a smile but as Thor pulls you towards him again, harder, your smile falls as you shut your eyes and bite down hard on your lip.

“I’ll bite that for you.” Thor tells you and he mashes his lips to your own, his teeth grazing against your lip before he tongues your mouth deeply effectively muffling your moans as he drags you against him harder and harder, faster as he buries himself deep with in you over and over.

You and Thor have made love in many ways, many situations, many places, but it has never been this needy or rough. He pulls you against him harshly, as if he can’t get enough of your skin against his own. His groans are guttural and unrestrained though quiet as your hands grip his shoulders tightly and your nails dig into his skin.

You both want it so much that as he pulls you against himself his body is shaking; his arms are bulging. You can see the veins in his forearms press against his beautiful skin as he struggles to both get you there and hold off for himself.

“Come for me, my dove.” He pleads as you shut your eyes and throw your head back, finally tightening your legs around his waist to hold yourself nearer.

He pull you against him four more times, each pull burying his rod deeper within you until he stops, groaning deeply as his heat floods you and his body sizzles around yours, shocking you with that scorching blue electricity.

You gasp in shock but it’s all you needed to push you over the edge and your own body explodes with your climax, washing you with blinding glow. You cry out, moaning aloud but luckily Thor’s own orgasm is on its way out and he has the sense to pull you down to kiss him so that he can swallow your moan with his own.

Your two bodies, still connected, collapse sideways onto the bed. Thor tightens his arms around you, feeling you over with his large, warm, and calloused hands. You know that he’s memorizing your new curves, the softs folds of your body as you stare into his blue eyes, memorizing his glorious face again.

There have been times before this when you and Thor hadn’t even spoken upon seeing each other again. Making love when you were reunited is not new, but this level of connection is. Something small is different and you’re not sure what it is. Maybe it only feels new because you’re so young this time? Whatever the change is, this has been the best reunion sex so far and judging by the smirk on Thor’s lips, he must be thinking the same thing.

The reflection staring back at you is disconcerting. Not that you don’t like being young again, but to have your memories and experiences and to know that this body has experienced so little feels strange.

Thor had successfully claimed your body again and although it's still aching from his intense loving, when he comes up behind you and places his hand on your left shoulder, your hormones respond readily.

You lean back, shutting your eyes and humming lightly as his fingers trace the skin of your shoulder. Slowly he wraps his arm right arm around your torso, bending over so that he can slip it under your bust as he reaches around the back of your head to guide your head back so that he can lean down and kiss you.

His lips are warm, soft as they move against yours to the quiet sound of smacking lips and the faintest groan of enjoyment.

“Thor…” You interrupt and he ignores you, shaking his head as he pulls his right arm up a bit more, squishing you back against the chair and his chest.

“No.” He complains, deepening his kiss.

You know how he feels. You just want to wrap yourself in him. You want to kiss him until your lips are raw and chapped and have him hold you tight against his chest until you can’t breathe. You want him to devour you and you want to devour him right back.

Laughing against his lips you pull back forcefully. He tries to hold you in place a few more seconds but when you continue to pull against his hold he groans and lets you pull back a little.

“They’re waiting downstairs.” You remind him.

“We don’t need them. We can make more.” He offers, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he begins to lean in again.

“Thor!” You complain, laughing loudly. “We have time. And Rosie’s going to kill you if she hears you talking about not needing her.”

Thor groans again but keeps moving towards you only to rest his forehead against the side of your head. “Will you tell on me?”

“No. But only if we go down right now.”

“But you’re mine. I do not want to share you yet.”

“Thor…”

“Fine! Alright. Come on before I change my mind. It’s time for dinner anyway.” Thor stands up straight and fixes the steel blue button up shirt he’d put on before moving towards the door and without waiting for you walks out.

You watch him go, smiling from ear to ear because you know he’s only throwing a fit because he wants to be with you alone. However, your children are waiting, and you miss them so much too.

With the thought of seeing your other three children, you get up, pin your hair back, and straighten your flowing, sheer navy floral dress, the pink blossoms soft and pleasant.

As you move out of the room and move to head down the stairs, you’re tackled gently by a wide chest pressed against your back—through which you can feel a heavy thumping—and large beefy arms enclosed around you. The embrace is gentle but full of desire and you very nearly cave and drag Thor back into your bedroom.

Because you know that you can’t do that, you lean back against him and chuckle.

“It’s getting harder and harder, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Thor says deeply, his voice rumbling in his chest and into yours. “I have some news.”

“Good news?” Thor shakes his head.

“I’m not sure.”

You turn in his arms to look up at him. “What is it?”

“Later. As you said, my dove; we have time.”

Now you’re worried however, and you don’t budge as you stare up into Thor’s face with that worry plain on your face. He’s so much taller than you right now. You know you’ve still got a little growing to do but damn him for being so huge. No, you don’t budge until Thor himself places his large hands on your shoulders and turns you around slowly until you’re facing the stairs then leads you down them slowly.

Your feet have barely touched the lower landing when you’re suddenly wrapped up in two thin arms. The air around you is suddenly awash in the crisp scent of strawberries, linen, and ocean breeze but you know this body well and you wrap your arms around your little girl. You have to reach up a little higher than normal to hug her. Your girl is tall thanks to Thor.

“Rosie,” You gush as Rosie cries against your shoulder.

“Oh, Mom!” She cries. “You’re so much smaller.”

She sobs and you embrace her gently, rubbing her back with your hands and enjoy her in your arms. You only get a good five seconds before she’s pulling back to look at you.

“Well? Did you enjoy her, Daddy? Look at her.” Rosie teases.

“Rose!” You chastise your daughter who laughs at her own joke.

“I told Ben that he’d be happy.”

“Of course, I am happy. I have my wife back. No matter what state her body is in or how old she has become. I will love her always.” Thor reaches down to grab hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Your heart swells about four sizes as you listen to Thor’s sweet words and watch your two eldest, Rosie holding tight to Ben’s hand as she leans against his arm, also appreciating the sight of you and Thor the way you appreciate looking at them.

“But you’re right, Rose. I did enjoy her.” Thor adds, reaching back to pinch your butt making you jump.

“Thor!” You complain as he laughs heartily then moves into the dining room and then the kitchen.

“I’ll get dinner started!” He declares and disappears from sight.

Rosie is laughing her head off, tossing her blonde head back as she enjoys the sounds of an almost full family at home. Ben shakes his head, shutting his eyes as if trying to shut the image of Thor pinching your bottom out of his head.

“Dad!” Ben calls out and moves after Thor probably eager to yell at him for pinching you.

You slide over to Rosie, reaching down to take hold of her hands before pulling them up to your lips to kiss them.

“Come on, Momma. Let’s let the men cook.” She pulls you over to the sofa and pulls you down beside her before resting her head on your lap.

She fixes her hair so that she’s not laying on it but cuddles in against your legs. You know what she wants, and you smile as you run your hands through her hair, scratching her scalp softly.

“Mmmmmm.” She purrs, relishing in the comfort. “I missed you so much, Mom.”

“Oh, bunny, I missed you too.” You lean down to kiss her head quick then continue to stroke her hair. “Where are your brother and sister?”

You want to see Lo and Egil too, why are they never home when you get back?!

“Lo left shortly after Ben went to look for you and Eggy’s been gone for almost a year. He checks in every few weeks, but he hasn’t stayed for a while. I’m gonna go get them tomorrow. I’m sorry, Mom. I know you like everyone here when you wake up.”

You sigh heavily, settling back against the sofa more comfortably as you wish your two younger children were more homebodies than your two eldest as you see them less.

“As long as they’re safe, that’s all that matters.” You explain but Rosie can hear your sadness

“They didn’t think we'd find you this fast, Mom. We never do. This time it was kind of like you wanted us to find you.”

“Yeah, it kind of felt like that when Ben found me in the park. Your dad and I met there, you know?”

“I know.” Rosie smiles. “Do you really love Daddy this much, Mom? To keep doing this over and over?”

“Oh, bunny, yes. Your father and all of you. I would gladly suffer a million deaths if it means that I can find you again. Nothing can change that.”

“And I think Daddy would wait a million years for you to find him.” Rosie admits, grinning up at you angelically as she contemplates this bond that you and Thor have.

“Mmmm.” Ben hears you whisper.

He’s almost asleep but he’s still very aware of your falling and rising stomach, his head nestled against it as he dozes off slowly. He can feel Rosie beside him, on your other side, where she’s no doubt stolen his favorite spot on your left shoulder. She’s got her arms wrapped underneath your bust, cuddling close against you probably inhaling your scent.

Ben finds it a little odd how you always turn out the same. You already have the same smell and although you’re not the right shape yet, you’re still you. You’re always you eventually and today, this time for some reason it seems like you’re you more quickly than ever before.

Sometimes it takes a day or two but today it was so instant. Though he won’t admit it to anyone, especially you or Dad, he’s worried that maybe it means something is changing.

Is for the better? Or does it mean something’s going wrong?

“What are you moaning about? We have not got to that part of the night yet.” Thor’s voice whispers back.

Ben’s head is softly jostled up and down as you laugh, beautiful popping bubbles of amusement slipping through your lips.

“Thor, shut up.” He hears you chastise Thor and the deep chuckle as Thor laughs too.

Ben’s lips involuntarily curve upwards at the corners, happy and pleased to hear your banter.

“I’m just full.” You explain. “Those steaks were so good, puppy.”

“I’m glad. I put extra care into each steak. Those mashed potatoes were a bit lumpy. Your son was distracted.”

“Oh, so he’s my son when his mashed potatoes are lumpy?”

Thor chuckles again and you follow suit. “Yes. He’s your son when he makes lumpy potatoes and he’s my son when he takes down an entire Hydra facility on his own.”

You suddenly stop laughing, “They’re back?”

“We cannot seem to keep them down. They are like an infestation. It’s as if we eradicate them and then they reappear a few years later.”

There’s a heavy silence but then when you speak again, your voice is light and full of pride.

You’re impressed. “He really took down an entire facility on his own?”

“Yes. Our son is quite extraordinary.” Thor’s voice is also beaming with pride and Ben feels his chest warm that he’s making both of you so proud. “I am so terrified when he and Rosie come with us on missions. They leave my sight and all I can see is that three-year-old toddler in my reworked cape, pretending he’s flying, kicking me in the leg for making you cry.”

“Oh, puppy.” Ben can almost picture you stroking the left side of his father’s face.

“And Rosie, remember when she’d come into our room in tears? Clutching that teddy bear, all ripped and re-stitched because Ben kept pulling on it too hard?”

“I remember.” You assure Thor. “But they’re not babies anymore.”

“I know. I just worry.”

“But you’re right, the mashed potatoes were lumpy.” You relent and he feels the bed shake as both you and Thor burst into silent chuckles.

Ben doesn’t know how to begin to explain the joy that your laughter accompanied by his father’s makes him feel.

Ben hates to admit it, but he had been distracted when making those potatoes. He’d been listening to you and Rosie laugh in the living room, wishing he could be there with you. He’d missed you so much. And it’s true that Dad had indeed paid extra attention to cooking your food. He always does when you’re home.

Today he’d pulled no punches with his honey and bourbon glaze and his salted lemon veggies. He knows you enjoy his cooking so when you’re here, he pours his heart into it.

“What about our other two delinquents?”

“Don’t call my daughter a delinquent. She is an angel. And Egil-Egil’s helping the Xandarians with some viral outbreak.” Thor argues though Ben has a hundred stories to prove him wrong.

“Fine. Egil’s an angel but Lo broke into the Stark vault and stole Tony’s old armor, Thor. Come on.”

“She was only curious.”

“She was eight.” You say half-laughing, picturing your beautiful girl who apparently looks a lot like her disowned Aunt Hela.

“That is besides the point. My Lo is nothing but the purest of Goddesses.”

“We named her after Loki. We should have known that she’d be a troublemaker.” You whisper but Ben can hear the fondness in your voice.

“He would have loved her. She would have made him laugh.” Thor admits, sounding slightly sad talking about Ben’s uncle.

“Hey, what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about?” You suddenly ask Thor.

“What? Oh, no. Nothing. We should not talk about it right now. We’re together.” Ben feels his father’s large hand press against the top of his head, soft caresses to his hair. “Another time.”

“Thor…”

“It will keep for another time, my dove. Not now. I just want to enjoy you and our little ones.” Ben smiles at the term of endearment because he and his siblings are not little anymore.

“Thor, I can’t, you know I can’t stand waiting. Just tell me.”

“Y/N…”

“Please?” Your voice hitches as you beg, and Ben knows immediately that Thor will cave.

That voice of yours, especially with you being so young, the fear in it almost makes Ben sit up to cuddle you so that he can maybe chase away whatever is making you sound like that, but he pushes it down as Thor’s hand disappears from the top of his head and probably moves over to land on your cheek as he offers you comfort this time.

Rosie also seems to respond to the distress in your voice because Ben feels her shift beside you, and she groans lightly.

You and Thor freeze and after a long minute of silence Thor sighs heavily.

“It is not good news.” Thor whispers even more quietly than before.

“Shit, what, Thor?”

“I…I have failed you. I have failed our children. I have failed us.”

“What are you talking about, baby? What?” You demand, close to tears as you respond to sorrow in Thor’s voice.

“I cannot, no matter how much searching I do, find a way to keep you with me. I want you forever but the only options that I have come across are two that I am unwilling to expose you to. If we tried a scientific serum like the one that Steve took, we might extend your life, but it could bring other problems. It is a volatile science that might raise consequences that I will not chance, that might change you forever.”

“Then we don’t-”

“There are the Infinity Stones but never, I will never bring you close to them. They are even more dangerous than a serum. They are out of the question.”

Ben feels your stomach fall as you exhale suddenly, deeply, as you relax. “Thor…you scared me. Is that seriously what you’re worried about?”

“I promised you that I would find a way to make you immortal, so that I would never have to leave you again, but I have not been able to. I have failed you.”

“Ugh, I could kiss you, you big hunky meatheaded fool.”

Ben hears some smacking, obviously you are kissing his Dad and so as not to interrupt he keeps as still as possible.

“I’m hunky?” Thor asks, his voice hitching as you laugh.

“Of course, that’s the only part you hear. You know I love you.”

“And you obviously think I’m the best-looking man in the universe.”

“You already knew that, dummy.”

“I know.” And like a switch, Thor’s voice switches back. “Please, tell me that you forgive me for failing.”

“Thor, you didn’t fail. We knew that idea was always a long shot. It’s not something that I ever really expected. That first life with you was such a blessing and then when you brought me back, I thought I was dreaming. You and Ben, what you did for me, for us—we are so lucky to have had so much time together since. It’s more than any of us thought possible. So, I don’t get to live forever, so what? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“What if something goes wrong? What if some day we can’t find you? What if restoring your memories doesn’t work? What if-?”

“Thor, Thor, stop. Baby-” You sigh deeply, your stomach rising and dropping once again. “We can’t waste time thinking about the possibilities of what might happen if one day things don’t work out. We need to appreciate the time that we have together now. I don’t want to contemplate a future where you and I aren’t together. I just want to be with you and our babies, right now. Here. In this bed. Can’t we just be together in this moment?”

“Do you not think about the possibility of our time together coming to an end?”

“Of course, I do. Thor, yes. I do. Every time I wake up, I think about the fact that maybe you got tired of waiting for me and found someone else to love. I think about the possibility that too many years pass, and you might not love me like this anymore. I know that every time I die, I might not come back but I don’t like thinking about it Thor because every time that I wake up and I’m here with you again, I just count myself lucky that I found you again. So, yes, I think about it, but I don’t want to. Can we just not think about it? I don’t want to think about it.”

Ben can hear your voice strain against the rising insecurities that he didn’t even know you felt. He knows now, after prying some more since overhearing Uncle Steve and Dad talk about you as if they both knew you intimately, that things hadn’t begun easily for you and Thor. In fact, Thor had made some pretty big mistakes and you’d spent some time in a short relationship with Uncle Steve.

“Alright, I’m sorry. Forgive me.” Thor hurries in a hushed whisper, and Ben feels him shift closer as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. “Forgive me.”

Ben can hear you sniffling as you sob softly. He really wants to punch Thor for making you cry but he knows that this is a conversation that Dad had been meaning to have with you and this conversation also has Ben thinking. Thinking hard. What can he do to help?

As your sobbing evens out, and Ben feels more awake than before, he hears a soft hum as Thor kisses you again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s have more babies.”

You suddenly laugh, louder than you intend because Thor shushes you in amusement.

“More babies?” You ask, lowering your voice again into a whisper.

“When we had Ben and Rosie, I took your first time, remember?”

“Yeah.”

Ben shuts his eyes tight. He really doesn’t need to know about Dad taking your virginity.

“And when we had Lo and Egil, you had not been touched then too.”

“That was also the only time that Ben didn’t find me first.” You recall.

“That is true. I found you in that garden by that church, freshly left at the altar.”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me.”

“A blessing to bring us together, my dove.”

“Tell that to my poor broken heart.”

“Did I not mend it?”

“Yeah. You did. If that’s true though, if you finding me and us having kids is somehow tied together, then obviously we can’t this time.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t find me this time. Ben found me, in our old park.”

Thor’s silence is loaded.

“What? Why are you smiling at me like that?” Ben hears you ask, a small uncertain laugh in your voice.

“I uh…I actually did find you first, but I kept my distance. It was about six months ago. But when I saw you, you were so young that I thought maybe you deserved a few more years to grow into yourself? I didn’t want to rob you of your youth, so I kept my eye on you but at a distance.”

“Stalker.” You tease.

Thor chuckles. “I did stalk you, I’m sorry. But you are my wife.”

“So, Ben didn’t know that you found me?”

“No. He found you two months ago on his own. I’m not sorry he brought you back to me. I’m liking this body.”

“Hey!” You chastise him. “Down, big man. Keep your hands to yourself until these kiddos are in their own beds.”

Thor growls. “They’ll never leave us alone.”

You chuckle and Ben smiles, despite the disturbing imagery, he likes that the two of you always seem to find your way back to each other.

“You just asked me for more.” You laugh again.

“Well, having babies with you is one of my favorite things to do.” Thor assures you.

“You mean making them is one of your favorite things to do.”

“Should we have more?” Thor asks.

“Don’t you want more?”

There are two loud smack and Thor’s hand grazes Ben’s shoulder as he slips it around your waist.

“Should we get started right now?”

“Thor, I will kill you if you don’t stop touching me with these babies in my bed!”

Thor growls again but then falls into silence as Ben also drifts off to sleep.

It can’t have been more than an hour later when Ben slowly opens his eyes to the dimly lit room. Slow, heavy breathing fills the silence as Ben sits himself up to look over the large bed. You’re right at the center, Thor spooned up behind you, his face buried against the back of your neck. Rosie is still laying in your arms but loosely. It’ll be easy to get her up.

With a new determination, Ben pulls himself up off of the bed so easily and lightly he doesn’t jostle the bed. He reaches over to shake Rosie awake.

“Wake up.”

“Ugh…what?” Rosie groans, swatting at his hand before turning away from him.

Ben bites his lip and squats down beside his sister. “Shh. Keep your voice down or you’ll wake up Mom and Dad. Get up, we need to go.”

“Go where? Let me sleep.”

“We’re gonna go find a way to make mom immortal.”

Ben watches Rosie’s form as his words sink in and after a silent moment, Rosie lowers the arm she’s got pressed against her eyes and stares up at her brother’s face.

“Are you serious?”

“You wanna see her die again?”

“Of course, I don’t!” Rosie exclaims in a harsh emotional whisper.

“Then come on.” Ben turns and heads out of the room and down the stairs to grab his coat the slips it on over his white t-shirt.

“Where are we going?” Rosie asks, following him down and pulling her own jacket on looking exhausted.

“The compound. We’ll get our suits on and then head out.”

“Okay, but to where?”

“The only place I can think of that Dad hasn’t already tried.”

“And where’s that exactly? He’s been scouring the Universe for years trying to find a way to make mom live forever.”

“Asgard.”

“What? Don’t be stupid Ben, you heard Dad, Asgard was destroyed by Hela.”

“That doesn’t mean there’s nothing left.”

“He said it exploded. And we don’t even know where it’s at. Dad’s never taken us there because it’s too painful for him to go back.”

“We have to try, Rose.” Ben growls at her. “Are you going to come with me or not?”

“Of course, I’m coming with you. Mom would kill me if I didn’t try and stop you and since I’m not going to try and do that, I’m gonna be there to at least watch your back.”

“Good. Then Asgard it is.” Ben says with finality as he summons his portal to keep from opening the front door and possibly alerting you and Dad of his plans.

“Mom? Mommy?”

You stir, groaning as you shift on your bed, the massive warm body normally beside you absent. Thor’s been on mission for two days and you hate it when he’s gone but finally, after four glasses of wine, you’d finally fallen asleep.

“Nnggggg,” You wine. “No!”

There’s a small giggle and more shaking to your shoulder. “Mommy, wake up.”

“Oh, no, my little girl is not trying to wake me up on a day when she knows I have trouble going to sleep to begin with.” You whine.

“Mom, being this dependent on Daddy is not exactly healthy.”

“I’m not dependent. I just miss him.” You explain as you open your eyes to find Rosie sitting on your bedside.

Startled by the sight of her in her sleek, deep plum Kevlar Avengers uniform, you sit up straighter.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I just-I need you to come downstairs. Ben’s waiting for you.”

“Ben? What’s wrong? What’s happened?!” You ask, in panic already at the idea of something having happened to your baby boy.

“Nothing, Momma.”

“Hey. When’d you get back?” A slightly more even toned voice drifts in from your doorway and Rosie turns to look towards it.

Standing in your bedroom doorway is your youngest, petite with long raven hair that reaches her waist, pale peach skin, and dark eyes wide with surprise at finding her older sister on your bed.

“Just now.”

“We got a fight?”

“No, Lo. I’m just getting Mom downstairs. Ben’s gonna take her somewhere.”

“You mean-?”

“Yeah. Dad’s in Wakanda helping them out with some unsanctioned visitors from Ankara. Can you go tell him that we’ll need him home?”

“Is it gonna work?” Lo asks, a hopeful yet pained hitch in her voice.

“I don’t know, Lo.”

“What are you two talking about?” You ask suspiciously, staring at your daughters in turn.

“Nothing, Mom. Come on, get up and get dressed. Something simple. Just some jeans and a shirt. Ben’s waiting.”

Rosie turns back towards the door and hurries to usher Lo away and down the stairs.

“Finally?” Lo asks excitedly.

“Will you shut it? You’ll scare Mom.”

“I’m sorry, I just want her back and-”

You don’t get to hear what else Lo wants as they head down the stairs, but your curiosity is peaked. You move into your bathroom to wash your face then pick out a pair of plain light blue jeans, a navy t-shirt, tucked in, and your brown hiking boots before heading downstairs.

Ben stands at the base of the stairs, wearing his own dark red Avengers uniform, looking so much like Thor it only makes you miss him more. As you approach him, he turns around and smile up at you.

“Hey, Mom, you ready to go?”

“Seriously? That’s all I get? You’ve been gone for six months. Where the hell have you and Rosie been?” You pause at the bottom, hands on your hips as you scowl at all three of your children.

The fourth is with Thor in Wakanda.

“Mom-” Rosie begins, sitting on the back of the sofa with Lo between her legs as she hugs her from behind.

If you weren’t so angry at them, you’d probably gush about how cute your girls are.

“Nuh-uh. No, Rosie. No excuses. You and your brother got up and left the same day I got back, and I haven’t seen you since. Where were you?”

“Mom, if you’ll calm down, I’ll show you.”

“Did you just ask me to calm down?” You look at Ben, the past six months of worry flooding back rapidly.

“Mom,” Lo starts, moving towards you and wrapping her arms around you.

She’s the only one of your kids shorter than you but only just. She’s tiny, compared to your other buff children who have taken after Thor in their muscle development, but Thor has always said that Lo is very similar to Loki’s stature. Lean and quick.

You hug her back because she’s your baby and she hasn’t left since Rosie sent her back home wherever they’d been when they’d found her.

“Trust us. Just go with Ben and he’ll show you what he and Rose have been doing. Please? Just…trust us, Mommy.”

You stare down at your little girl’s pleading face and then look over her shoulder at Rosie who’s standing again, sighing lightly with an apologetic smile on her face.

“Of course, I’ll trust you.” You assure them then turn to look at Ben who’s leaning up against the front door looking slightly ashamed.

When he looks up and meets your eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom. I should have told you we were leaving.”

You frown at him but shake your head and gently pull Lo back so that you can push her dark hair back and kiss her cheek. “Go do what your sister told you to do.”

You might not understand for what reason Rosie asked Lo to go and bring Thor back home but you’re not going to complain. You want him home.

“Okay. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. Go on.” You urge her towards the stairs, and she bounds up to go change.

Rosie moves towards you and wraps her arms around you, holding you tight. It surprises you, the strength and the emotion in her embrace that your worry is renewed, and you hold her back with just as much concern.

“Rose, what’s the matter?” You stroke the back of her golden head gently.

“Nothing. I just…”

“You two are scaring me.”

“No. Mom, please don’t be scared.” Ben hurries forward and wraps you both up in his arms which make Rose laugh for some reason but you’re still terrified.

“It’s good, Mom. I’ll explain when we get there but we do need to get going. The location changes often, drifting through space and I can kinda guess where it’s going to be but-”

“Wait, what? What changes often? What location?”

Ben chuckles and releases you and Rosie. Rosie steps back and Ben reaches down to cradle the sides of your face as he continues to laugh.

“Mom, do you trust me?”

“You know I trust you with my life, Benny.”

“Then come with me. I promise, it’s all good.”

You stare at him, considering his words. Moving locations, drifting through space, trusting him? Of course, you trust him. Your little protector has never let you down.

“Where are we going?” You finally relent and almost in the same moment Ben smiles.

“Come on, Mom.” He takes your hand and opens the door.

As he heads out, he turns to look at Rose, pointing at her and giving her a stern look.

“Try and keep Dad calm. He’ll probably freak out.”

“You take care of Mom, I’ll handle Dad.” She promises then throws you a kiss as Ben shuts the door.

Ben walks you halfway down the yard before he raises his hand and frowns, trying to concentrate.

“Benny?”

“One sec, Mom. I need to focus.” He pulls you back behind him, half hiding you as he widens his hand, spreading his fingers gently as a small circle of his golden magic sprouts in mid-air.

Why is he struggling to make this portal?

“Ben?”

“Mom, please.” He begs.

The golden circle grows until it’s as tall as Ben and wide enough for two through which you can see the drifting image of what looks like golden walls and beautiful white limestone, or maybe it’s marble?

“Hurry!” Ben suddenly shouts and races forward, pulling you along behind him so hard that he almost clearly pulls your arm from its socket.

You gasp but run when he does and as you cross through the portal you feel a rush of dizziness hit you. Your head spins until you can’t breathe and then as the breeze of the shutting portal fades, you let go of Ben’s hand and hurry to a half broken jade colored pot in the small crumbling circular room you find yourself in and hurl.

All of your good dinner, your wine, all of it comes up and out.

“Mom!” Ben hurries after you, grabbing your hair to hold it back as you empty your stomach. “Damn, sorry, I forgot about the distance. I’ve never brought you this far before. I’m sorry.”

As you cough and gasp, you stand yourself up slowly, pressing your hand against your stomach.

“Ben, where are we?” You cover your mouth, wiping it with the back of your hand.

“In Asgard. Or what’s left of it.”

“But I thought-?”

“It was mostly destroyed. It’s just a small island left over. There’s hardly any atmosphere now which is why you’re so dizzy. I’m sorry I should have got you something to help you breathe. Stand still okay?”

Ben reaches around the sides of your neck and presses his hands flat against it. Warmth flows through you and your lungs stop aching, your head stops spinning, though your nausea doesn’t vanish completely.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

Ben smiles down at you then reaches to take hold of your hand again. “Come on.”

“Why are we here, Ben?”

“I-I heard you and Dad talking that night we brought you back. I know both of you are worried about this life maybe being your last-about each life you get to live with us being your last.” Ben confesses.

“Oh, sweet pea, no.” You hurry to say, afraid of what your and Thor’s fear of the future might be causing your kids to feel.

“No, Mom, it’s okay. To be honest with you, I don’t know what my magic does every time I use it on you. What if it’s hurting you? It’s not normal, bringing you back the way we do. And sometimes we go so many years between finding you that we do start to worry that we might not find you and the idea of what that would do to Dad scares us. He was lost without you, Mom. That first time when we thought that we’d lost you forever, he stayed in your room for a year. He only came out to eat. It’s like he wasn’t alive. The newspapers and media were putting out stories like, ‘God of Thunder Vanishes’ and ‘Where is Thor? Avenger Missing.’ We don’t want that to happen again.”

“Your Dad is not going to do that again, Ben. He and I have talked about that. I know what happened when I died. I know how he feels every time I die because I feel it too.” You try and concentrate on your steps as you cross cracked floor through a large golden archway into what looks like an indoor garden only the plants are dead, and all the vases and pots are broken.

There’s a few walls and floors charred black from what must have been a massive fire.

“Maybe you do, but Mom, you don’t have to sit and watch him go through it. And…I don’t want to keep losing you. Neither do Rosie, Lo, and Egil. It kills us each and every time we have to tell you bye again, never knowing whether we’re going to find you again.”

“And I’m sorry about that, baby, I really am. But that’s the way things are supposed to be. I am human. I live for eighty years, maybe a hundred if I’m lucky which that first time around, I was but that was the end for me. I’d lived a good life. I loved your daddy very much, more than some people ever get to love anyone and I had two beautiful babies and I got to see you and Rosie grow up and become amazing people. It was a good life.”

“What are you saying then? That you regret that we brought you back? What about Lo and Eggy? You regret having them?” You can see that Ben’s getting upset, his brow furrowed in a frown looking so much like Thor that your heart aches. “You had them almost two a hundred and fifty years after that first life.”

He lets go of your hand as he motions towards the room where his portal had brought you two to Asgard, his poor heart breaking because he thinks that you regret all the sacrifice that he and all of your beloved family has made bringing you back time and time again.

“Of course not, Ben! I love all of you. You all are my heart and soul. I could never regret having any of you or any of the lives I’ve been able to share with you all.”

“Then what are you saying, Mom? Because it sounds like you’re telling me that you never wanted to come back and be with us to begin with.”

“What I am trying to tell you, Ben, is that I never asked for immortality. I never wanted it. I love you and your brother and sisters, and I love your dad and every moment that I get to spend with all of you is more precious than the last but this dream, this idea of me living forever was always just that, a dream. You don’t remember because you were so little, Rosie wasn’t even born yet, but your dad and I were fighting. We were fighting a lot.”

“Because he left you, right?” Ben offers and it stuns you into silence.

When the hell had he learned about that? “I-”

“And you hooked up with Uncle Steve. I know all about that, Mom.”

“Ben…yes and no. We weren’t fighting because of your Uncle Steve but yes, we were fighting because he left me. He lied to my face and told me that he didn’t love me and broke my heart then showed up four years later and expected me to just forgive him and love him like nothing had happened. The only reason I kept him in my life in the beginning was because you needed him around. You loved him so much and I wasn’t going to take him away from you.”

“You seriously almost didn’t even get back together with him?” Ben asks, heartbroken.

“Ben…it’s in the past. I was very angry at your dad, but I did love him, and I would have found my way back there no matter what. The point is, while all of that was happening, you dad made these declarations of how much he loved me and how he would never leave my side again. He made sure to tell me that he’d find a way to make sure that I would always be with him. He promised to make me immortal, but I took it for what it was, Ben. It was an empty promise made out of love. I never-” You sigh as Ben looks down at your feet, his face crestfallen, his wide lips pouting handsomely as his eyes shiver with grief. “Ben, I never expected him to keep it. I knew that one life would have to be enough so I made that life the best that I could, and it was such a good life.”

You reach up and place your hands on his cheeks, tilting his head back so that you can look into his beautiful face, those shocking blue eyes spilling soft tears. Your heart breaks for your baby boy and with a gentle thumb you sweep his tears away.

“I will never regret the lives that you and your dad have given me, Ben. You have always been my Knight in shining armor. You even kicked your dad around for me once because he made me cry. I know that you want to protect me and keep me with you but if this stops working, then that’s okay, Ben. I need you to know that even if this is the last time I get to be with all of you that I have spent hundreds of years loving you and that will never change.

“You remembering me and loving me and cherishing the time we have been able to spend together is all the immortality that I need. I don’t need you to save me, sweet pea. You did that for me when I first heard your heartbeat over the speakers of an ultrasound machine. When your dad left me, I didn’t think there was any reason to keep going. And then I saw you and heard you for the first time and just by existing you gave me a reason to keep going.

“I love your dad, Ben. More than words can say but you and your brother and sister, you all are the loves of my life.”

Ben sniffles, reaching up to grab onto your wrists as he cries a few more weighty tears. They splash onto the limestone floor with barely audible thuds in the silent vacuum of Asgard’s ruins.

“But Dad is still your soul mate, right?”

You laugh too, trying hard not to cry yourself because your baby is hurting, and you really hate that you’re the cause.

“Of course, he is, Ben. I’ve been falling in love with your dad for over a thousand years apparently. Does it really matter that much to you that we be together?”

“You and Dad are like, my goal, Mom.”

You laugh at his cuteness and pull his wide shoulders down towards you and wrap your arms around him. He stoops down, hunching over so that you can reach him and wraps his arms around your waist to hold you tight.

“Why didn’t you just stay three?” You demand, emotional now to the point that you are finally crying.

As Ben pulls back, he kisses your cheek and you finish wiping the tears from his face.

“What are we doing here, Ben?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “There’s like a temple or something through this doorway. Dad had already tried everything, and we thought that maybe we might be able to find something here on Asgard. There’s this weird box thing inside with inscription and a scroll inside of it. It’s made out of gold. Rosie’s been teaching me how to read it and I know how to say what’s on it now. We thought, maybe, it might be like a spell or…I don’t know, Mom. Can we just give it a look?”

You stare at him, itching to say no because a quest for immortality seems like such a bad idea. You’ve made your peace with your existence but that look on Ben’s face, it reminds you of the one on Thor’s when he’d been apologizing for failing and after rolling your eyes, you nod. “Okay.”

“Thanks, Mom!” Ben exclaims and pulls you into another quick hug.

“Which doorway, Ben?” You look to your right and find two, one shut, the other wider and open.

“The bigger one.” Ben points and you move towards him.

“If this doesn’t work, Ben, we drop it, okay?”

“Okay.” He agrees and with you crosses into a long and tall golden room with large stone pillars, embellished with golden runes and strange Asgardian designs that you’ve only ever seen in drawings.

There are chiseled designs into the floor, swirls and swishes in repetitive patterns extending all the way to the far end of the room.

“Wow.” You whisper, impressed by the gleaming beauty. This room almost seems as if it were caught in some time bubble where the destruction of Asgard hadn’t touched it. “This is so weird. Is that the box?”

You gesture towards the far end where stands an ornately carved pedestal on which sits a small shoe-box sized container with the same carvings on the pillars all around the box.

When Ben doesn’t answer, you turn to look for him.

“Ben?” However, Ben is nowhere in sight. “Torben?”

Your heart begins to race as panic takes hold of your heart and you circle towards the doorway, you’d just come through only to find it gone.

“Ben?!” You shout, scared suddenly that your boy has been taken from you, and by whom? Hela? What if she’d survived Ragnarök because this little island exists?

“You are frightened?” A calm, penetrating soprano reaches your ears and you whirl to look at the source only to find yourself facing a tall woman with yellow-peach skin, protruding rosy cheeks, stunning blue eyes that you recognize as your son’s and Thor’s.

She stands by the pedestal wearing a floor length, silk yellow gown, the bodice half covered in beaded shining pearls, the top half in stunning golden armor, around her neck and upper biceps is wrapped a golden metallic shawl, and around her wrists she wears golden bracers. All of this topped with beautiful golden hair that falls to her waist but at the top is braided in intricate patterns.

You don’t have to ask who she is because you know. It’s not like you’ve seen her before. It’s not like you ever had the privilege to meet her—only Jane got that honor. No, you know her because she exudes regality and her eyes…those are Thor’s eyes.

“You’re-you’re dead.” You sputter, nervous and yes, very scared.

Her stern face relaxes into a soft smile but you’re no less intimidated. In fact, you’re impossibly confused as to how Thor had fallen for you in the first place when his mother is this beautiful example of feminine perfection.

“You’re not what I pictured for my son.” Frigga states and moves towards you slowly. “I always pictured him with someone strong. A warrior. Like Sif.”

You’re not surprised that his mom is disappointed with you, but it still stings.

“Sorry…” You whisper, almost losing your voice with the sadness that it fills you with.

You’ve always known that you weren’t good enough for Thor, but to hear his mother confirm it? Well, it sucks.

“Don’t be.” Frigga says, stopping a few feet away from you, her hands resting gently at her front. “You are just what he needs. An anchor.”

This doesn’t exactly make you feel better, but you’re willing to move on. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I thought you were dead?”

She smiles a bit more and nods. “I am dead. This is just a small visit. I have been watching you, Y/N Y/L/N. You are most peculiar. I never thought that a human might be destined for my son, but it seems I was wrong. You are not what his father or I would have chosen. You are fragile, you’ve been sick many times and he’s watched you die just as many. You have broken his heart over and over and yet he still searches for you, in spite of the peace he might find if he were to simply give you up.

“For a while we thought he might, but he found you again eventually, not on purpose and since that time he has clung to you harder than he has clung to anything in his life. My son has lost much in his long life, his family, his friends, his people, his hope at one point but he has never lost faith in you no matter how much I wish he had.” She says bluntly and once again you feel the sting of rejection.

“I’m sorry.”

“You are an enigma to me, Y/N. Not as a person. As a person you are very simple. You want to love and be loved. You want family and community. And you have had it. You and my son have led many wonderful lives together and have even given me four beautiful grandchildren.” Frigga smiles more widely at this, exposing a line of beautiful pearly whites. “And they truly are beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You gush, loving your babies so much you could die happy if just because at least she loves them too.

She can hate you all she wants, as long as she loves Ben, Rose, Eggy, and Lo as much as they deserve.

“That Lo is so much like her namesake. She’s going to continue to be a handful. Though Loki was not my biological son, he was very much my son. And that Ben.” Frigga shakes her head. “He reminds me the most of Thor.”

You smile now too, happy to be discussing your babies because at least in this you and Thor’s mother can bond. “He’s my boy, my Ben.”

“Even when Thor hurt you, you raised him to love his father. Not many women would have done such a thing.” Frigga observes, her smile replaced with a small sad scowl.

“I didn’t want my baby to grow up with hate in his heart. Thor is a good father. I knew he would be, and I didn’t want to rob Ben of that. He deserved to have that relationship even if things didn’t work out with me and Thor.” You respond passionately.

For a really long couple of minutes, Frigga simply stares at you, her eyes unreadable and her body just as relaxed but straight as before. When you shift on your feet for the fifth time and consider speaking for the tenth, Frigga finally sighs.

“My son has been searching for a long time for a way keep you with him.”

Your eyes flit to the box behind her and she turns to look at the pedestal and the ornate box.

“What he seeks is not in that box. A decoy to get Ben to bring you to me.” Frigga explains.

“What’s in there then?”

“The recipe for Thor’s favorite cake. It will be hard to make without a few fruits from Asgard, but you can find substitutes on Midgard.”

You want to laugh at the ridiculousness of this whole trip being made simply to end up with a recipe for Thor’s favorite desert.

“You are amused?”

“No. Yes.” You admit. “Ben will be disappointed. And Rose and Lo.”

“And Egil. He reminds me of my husband. Forever focused on the fight.” Frigga smiles. “But you?”

“What about me?” You wonder.

“You are not be disappointed?” Frigga asks.

You smile lightly and shake your head. “I’m grateful.”

Frigga’s smile vanishes, her face moving towards neutral as she stares at you and your seemingly strange reaction.

“You brought Thor into this Universe and I don’t know where I would be without him. I don’t have the greatest track record when it comes to love. I’ve always thought it was a miracle that Thor loved me at all and to have been able to share so many lives with him, it’s a dream come true. I’m thankful to you for giving him to me though, I know you don’t do it voluntarily. I know I’m not exactly impressive. I’m nothing more than a seamstress when it comes down to it. I can’t fight and I can’t live forever. But I’m okay with that. Even if I never wake up to be with Thor again, if this is the last life I get to live with him and my children then, that’s the way it is.”

You shrug your left shoulder and smile at his mother, really, truly at peace with this fact.

“If you had not said what you said to Ben a few minute ago and if you had not just repeated it for me here, I would not have been able to give you this gift.” Frigga moves towards you, looking serious but welcoming as she stops a foot in front of you. “It is not a gift easily bestowed and I can only give it once. I am happy to say that in this case; the gift will be well given. You are not allowed, Y/N Y/L/N, to leave my son’s side. This will not make you invulnerable to harm, but you will not get sick and most wounds will heal quickly. Fatal wounds will have to be carefully watched as they will heal but only if taken care of properly at the beginning. So, try not to get stabbed in the back.”

You furrow your brow, confused by her words but then she reaches out to press her hand to your forehead and your mind is suddenly bright confusion. You see nothing but golden light. It’s blinding and it washes over you, filling every inch of your body as Frigga’s even voice fills your ears.

“You have my blessing, Y/N to live your life at my son’s side. Not that I could have stopped him even were I alive, but if it matters at all, I wish you both happiness and longevity. Please take care of him and those beautiful children of yours. And just in case my vote counts? I would like to side with Thor and suggest you have many more.”

Her voice fades and the light goes with it, plunging you into darkness.

Thor paces the yard agitated and impatient. “Where are they?”

His demanding voice makes his girls jump and Egil stands to the back, his long blonde hair half pulled up and braided down his back, leaning against the door of the house with his left foot pressed flat against the surface and his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

All of them have changed out of their Avengers garb and instead wear simple clothes, jeans and t-shirts all around, save for Lo who is wearing her favorite yellow dress.

“Daddy, they’ll be back soon.” Rosie assures Thor, moving towards him to try and grab his arm.

“How could Ben take her all the way to Asgard? What Asgard did he take her to? There was nothing left.” He insists, no matter how many times Rosie tells him that there is something left.

“Daddy,” Lo begins but Egil crosses forward to block his father’s path. He’s shorter than both Thor and Ben but taller than the girls. He’s stockier looking because of his height though in relative strength he’s the same as Thor, Ben is still stronger physically but Egil has Thor’s lightning.

“You’re getting the girls all riled up. Calm down. Throwing a fit isn’t going to bring them back any faster.” Egil reasons.

Thor stops in his pacing, stares down at his son and hates the sense that he makes. He reminds Thor of Odin and it unnerves him sometimes.

“I can’t help it.” Thor explains and moves to stand facing the compound. “They have been gone for six hours. Why would he take her there? What if she cannot breathe? What if they meet with some other danger?”

“Ben would never put Mom in danger.” Egil says with a shake of his head. “Dad, please, take a breath. You’re scaring Lo and Rose.”

“I’m not scared.” Lo complains but she’s clinging to Rose’s arm and glaring daggers at Egil.

“You are right.” Thor suddenly says, wiping at his face with his right hand roughly. “He would never put her in harm’s way but I-”

Thor hesitates, hating to show this weakness around his kids. Yeah, sure they’re adults but when it comes to you, their mother, all of them—Thor included—are prone to overreaction.

“We know, Dad. You just got her back. We just got her back.” Egil shakes his head, reaching over to place his hand on Thor’s shoulder, just like Ben taught him to do when Thor gets upset about You. “I get it. You’re scared. But Ben-”

A sudden familiar hiss brings Thor around Egil, eagerly facing the center of the yard as a golden circle begins to glow and grow until it fits two people. Through it Thor can only see space however, stars strewn across black, purple, and magenta skies. He throws his arm back and the whoosh of Stormbreaker fills the air as it hits his hand and he’s almost got himself convinced to just go ahead and leap through that portal for you when a mass of limestone and golden rubble comes into view and then you and Ben suddenly step through.

You teeter for a moment, dizzy from the change in atmosphere and Thor drops Stormbreaker as he races towards you and wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you steady yourself.

Thor knows that look on your face. He quickly gathers your hair up and back in one hand as you pull out of his embrace and then double over as you dry heave onto the grass. There is nothing for you to throw up.

“Sorry, Mom.” Ben sighs, looking at Thor who is fuming at him so much that as he meets his son’s eyes, his eyes spark to life.

Bright blue and sizzling, Thor releases your hair as you stand up slowly and makes to move towards Ben, but you wrap your hand around his wrist and Thor is distracted as he turns to look at you.

Ben sprints away from the two of you, planting himself behind Lo, Rosie, and Egil.

“What happened?” Rosie and Lo, ask Ben in hushed tones.

“Did it work?” Egil adds.

Thor’s eyes and ears, however, are only for you as you sigh heavily, rubbing your chest with your right hand as your left is too busy holding a small ornate box. Thor recognizes the designs on it and reaches out with his right to trace one of the lines on the top.

“Where-?”

“A gift from your mom.” You tell him, then offer it up for him.

Thor takes the box, opens it and examines the small scroll of parchment inside to find the recipe for his favorite cake. He smiles slowly, his beautiful bearded face relaxing as he realizes that you’re home and you’re safe, and now he has this recipe too.

“My mother? But-”

“I don’t know how to explain it Thor. Ben and I were in some small floating island, I walked into this big room with Ben but when I turned around, he was gone, and your mom was there. She gave me a big speech about how I’m not good enough for you and how she doesn’t understand why you and I are still a thing or why we’ve been trying so hard for so long. She said something about me breaking your heart all the time, but she did say that our babies are beautiful. And that Eggy reminds her of Odin and Lo of Loki.”

You smile at this part, because your babies are a source of pride for you too.

“She also said we should definitely have more if we can.” You laugh and Thor laughs too, chuckling softly as he wraps his left arm around your waist at the sound of your laugh.

“And she said that…that I wasn’t allowed to leave your side, ever again. And that if I hadn’t made it so clear that I know that I’ve lived my life and that immortality was nothing but a fantasy and that I didn’t want it, then she wouldn’t have been able to give it to me but…she gave it to me, Thor.”

“What?” Thor asks, his brow puckered.

“Your mother gave me immortality. I’m-I’m not strong like you and the kids. I’m still just a regular human but I won’t get sick anymore. And I’m going to age very slowly, like, slower than Steve slow.” As you laugh, Thor drops the box and reaches up to cup the left side of your face. “And I can still die if I get really hurt but I’m going to heal a lot faster. Even fatal wounds, if we take care of them quickly enough and if we’re careful, I can heal from those too. She gave me her blessing Thor.”

Thor wipes hot tears from your cheeks as you begin to cry, and he struggles to keep himself composed too as he begins to realize that you’ll never leave him again. From this day on, you will be his wife, and he’ll never have to watch you age again, not without him following aging too. He’ll never have to watch you get sick and die again. He’s going to do his damndest to keep you from being injured even if it should kill him, now that he has you forever, he’s going to make sure that nothing and no one will ever hurt you.

“She said I could live my life at your side, puppy.” You sob once and reach up to pull his head down closer to yours until you’re resting your forehead against his.

“I love you, Y/N.” Thor whispers. “So much.”

“And I love you, Thor.” You push yourself up onto your toes to kiss his lips, just a quick loving peck. “And I always will. Forever.”

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– due process. pt 7

hello friends! i am very much alive, just insanely busy. i will definitely try to update more, meanwhile enjoy! xoxo mira

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Foggy was rambling about something, having segued from your initial conversation about your request for discovery from the prosecution having been rejected. Yet, the only thing you could focus on were the cuts on Matt’s hands that were still healing. It had been over a month since you two had had that conversation in your living room, you having held Matt on pepper spray point as you interrogated him. Once he had answered your questions to your satisfaction, you had told him to get the hell out. Surprisingly, he hadn’t objected at the time but did when you proceeded to ignore his calls for the next couple of days.

Finally, you had to clear the air when he practically cornered you after leaving the courthouse and you had told him that you needed space. For the moment, the five feet of distance between the two of you wasn’t enough. However, Ben was here at Nelson and Murdock, neither of which were the names of his lawyers, but you were jobless and officeless at the moment and didn’t object when Foggy had offered up space. Karen popped her head in, clearing her throat to signal Foggy to stop yakking but you hadn’t noticed until Matt had put his hand on your arm. You pulled your arm back quickly, mostly out of sheer surprise, having snapped out of your trance, and partly because you didn’t want that little jolt of warmth you felt whenever Matt was near you. “Sorry,” you muttered, nodding to Karen. “It’s Ben’s mom,” she said, holding the phone out to you, “She just wanted to talk to you about the case.” “I’ll talk to her,” Matt chimed in, to which you rolled your eyes. If the man wanted to act like Ben’s lawyer, you didn’t know why the hell he just didn’t take his case on to begin with. “Mr. Murdock,” Ben interrupted just as Matt was stepping out, “Please just tell her everything’s okay.” Matt gave Ben a reassuring pat on the shoulder before taking the call. Karen called Foggy over as well, something about another actual case that belonged to Nelson and Murdock.

You took in a deep breath as you sat in front of Ben, trying to figure out what sort of tone to take with him. The boy had been through hell in the last few months, first the sexual assault charge and now this. “Ben,” you started, clearing your throat before continuing, “You have to take this seriously.” Immediately, you knew it was the wrong thing to say and you tried once more to adjust your tone. “I mean,” you started again, softer this time, “You have to be honest with your mom, she asks because she cares, and you’re honest with people you care about.” Before, you’d have been struck with Matt’s timing, him entering the room the moment you said that last part. Now you knew that the fool had super hearing or something like that. You only looked up at him briefly before turning back to Ben, “This is a lot to take in. This whole case is, but you can’t do it alone. That’s what we- That’s what I’m here for, that’s what your mom is here for.” Ben nodded somberly, sniffling a bit. You began to feel dread, you were never one to be a comforting figure at times like these. Ben had teared up in front of you before, the stress of the case having gotten to him, but that time, Matt had patted his back until Ben was calm again, and for a second, you felt glad that Matt was in the room with you.

“I just don’t want her to worry,” Ben said softly, “I don’t want this to be a burden on her.” “Ben,” you replied just as softly, uncharacteristically reaching to place your hand over his, “You can’t put this burden on just yourself either.” “She’s right, Ben,” Matt chimed in, placing his hand on Ben’s shoulder and squeezing. As tears rolled down the nineteen-year old’s cheeks, you couldn’t help but notice how young he looked.

“This whole mess is my fault,” Ben continued, this time his voice shaky as he tried to maintain composure, “It’s my mess so it’s my responsibility.” “Ben,” you said as his shoulders began to shake. Suddenly, you found yourself moving from your seat to move towards Ben, putting your arms around him as he cried. “It’s okay,” you said, awkwardly patting his back. It took a minute or so, but Ben quieted down while you kept your arms around him. Ben’s tears subsided, but you held on, his head resting against your shoulder, feeling tears of your own welling up as you struggled to will them back. “It’s okay,” you repeated, “You were not made to be that strong.”

“Let me walk you home,” Matt said, an hour or so later after Foggy and Karen had left to take Ben home, having offered you and Matt in on their plans for the night. Perhaps they were oblivious to the tension between the two of you, or maybe this was their attempt at easing that tension. Either way, Matt had brushed them off, stating he had work to do. Turns out, the work was going over your motion for discovery. You hadn’t rejected his help for Ben’s sake, but this is where you drew the line. “Talk about the blind leading the blind,” you remarked, feeling a tiny bit guilty for having said that. “You’re blind, too?” Matt called back, flashing a grin. You sighed, your attempt at a jab at him having failed, “Don’t you have vigilante things to do?” “The good thing about being a vigilante is that you make your own hours,” he said, much to your disdain. You wanted to stay mad at him, but it was that damn charm that made it so difficult. You held back a smile, not wanting him to hear it or anything like that, but shook your head, “No thanks.”

“What you said to Ben,” Matt called as you were about to turn away, “I didn’t tell you because I do care about you, Y/N.” You looked back at him, at the man who you had spent the last few months pining over, and shook your head before making your way out the door, “Goodbye Matthew.”

There was something incredibly interesting about your bowl of oatmeal, otherwise, you wouldn’t have been staring at it for the last 20 minutes. Having no official office to get to, you weren’t burdened by a specific time to get into the office, enabling you to spend mornings staring into your breakfast. Today was almost like every other day, other than the ringing of your apartment’s buzzer. You headed over, pushing the button to speak to whoever apparently decided to show up for a visit at 9 in the morning. “It’s Matt,” the grainy but familiar voice called back from the intercom. “Why don’t you take the fire escape, Matthew?” you called back, nevertheless pushing the button to let him up. Within a few minutes, you heard a knock at your door and you answered, fully intending to tell him off for showing at your place for the sole purpose of telling him off. To your surprise, he was not alone. With Karen and Foggy in tow, Matt carried boxes into your apartment, expertly navigating past your armchair to set them down on your living room. “Nice place,” Foggy commented, “Wesley Randall pays well.” “Not anymore,” you remarked as Karen delivered a swift jab at Foggy in your defense. You shot her an appreciative smile before gesturing to all the new furniture in your apartment, “What the hell is this?” “Discovery,” Matt supplied, which you should have figured as your motion for discovery had been approved by the judged a few days ago. “And we brought all of this to my apartment because…” you trailed off. Foggy piped up to answer you, “Well, our office is actually worse than this.” Your brow creased in confusion until Karen chimed in, “The prosecution buried us with the discovery.” You shook your head in disbelief, feeling overwhelmed but not because of the situation at hand. The district attorney’s office had a tendency to bury the defense in evidence with big cases like this, especially at Wesley Randall due to sheer spite, but back at the firm, there were a dozen associates that could sift through this while now it was just the four of you in the room.

“This is all the important stuff,” Matt said, to which you shot back, “How do you know?” “I went through a lot of it last night, they were kind enough to deliver some documents in Braille,” Matt replied nonchalantly as if his easy tone would not make you mad at what he had done. “So discovery came last night and you’re telling me now?” you cried, practically ready to lunge at him. “Easy now,” Foggy said, laughing as an attempt to cut through the tension, “Let’s not shed any blood on these important documents.” You sighed but relaxed your shoulders at Foggy’s behest.

And so, the four of you spent the day at your apartment going through the documents Matt hadn’t been able to read, sorting them into piles of important, could be important, and useless. Before you knew it, the sun had gone down and you were urging Foggy and Karen to head home. “Are you sure?” Foggy asked, gesturing towards all the paperwork you still hadn’t gone through, “You might drown in all this paper, Y/N.” “I’m fine, Foggy,” you reassured him, “Besides, this is my case.” He nodded, grabbing his coat as Karen did the same. “Matt?” Foggy called to his friend and partner, who was sitting with his tie loosened on your couch and almost quite literally knee deep in paperwork. “I’m gonna stay just a bit longer,” Matt replied, to which you shot him an incredulous look which Karen caught. “Let’s go, Fog,” she said, ushering him out the apartment. Now you were sure that the two knew of the situation between you and Matt and this was their attempt at making things better.

“You can go,” you said to no one in particular but also specifically to Matt a few moments after Karen and Foggy had left. “I don’t want to leave you all of this to handle alone,” he replied, his fingers moving across the paper he was reading. “How kind,” you said dryly. “Here,” he said, placing the paper in his hand down to push a package towards you, “This was by your mailbox and Foggy said it had your name on it.” You reached over to take the small box, curious to see what it was as you hadn’t ordered anything recently. “Geez, maybe it’s a bomb,” you said after shaking it lightly. “It’s not,” Matt replied, having taken his hands back to the paper he had been reading before. You were about to ask how the hell did he know, but then remembered that conversation in the same room you had had a couple of weeks ago. “Whatever,” you muttered, standing to take the box to your kitchen. You carefully took a knife to cut through the packing tape to open the box. Once open, you parted the delicate tissue paper that lined the inside to find a jewelry box. “What is it?” Matt called from the living room. “It’s from my sugar daddy,” you shot back, opening the box to find a delicate necklace with your initial hanging off the beautiful chain. You inhaled sharply, in sheer awe of the beauty of these piece of jewelry that couldn’t possibly be for you. You were so awestruck that you hadn’t noticed Matt coming over to you, so you jumped when he broke your daze, “What is it, Y/N?”

You shook your head slowly, placing the jewelry box on the counter to examine the box it came in to make sure it had your name on it. Sure enough, your name was printed clear as day on the box. Matt let out a long whistle as he examined the necklace with his fingers, “You really have a sugar daddy, Y/N?” You scoffed, pulling the tissue paper out of the box as to look for more clues, telling off Matt as you did so, “You know what Matthew, you don’t get to joke with me.” “Y/N,” he said, turning to face you, “I said I was sorry.” You shook your head, spotting an envelope that had fallen out of the box when you had taken the tissue paper out. “Sorry is not enough, Matt,” you replied, pulling the notecard from the dainty little envelope. Whatever Matt said after that fell on deaf ears as you read the handwritten note inside.

To my special girl. All my love, B.

soooooo who is this mysterious past lover(??) of y/n’s??? I WONDER!!! 

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MAYA IS LEAVING AND DOESN’T WANT TO SO SHE’LL SAY “HELLO” INSTEAD

IN THIS WEEK’S SPDCLICKHOLE by Maya Arthur

Oh gosh, oh wowie, this is my last listicle of the season, friends. It was a v v v short time coming and i’m so sad :((partly because SPD is a v v v magical and supportive and chill space. And because I have to go back to school and update my LinkedIn for the “real world.” Guh-ross! I want out tbh. I wanna stay in this summer daze, this summer hibernation of ignoring my housemates, going into movie theaters by myself (a goal I always had, but was always too fearful to do!), making new friends through The Bachelorette, and turning 21 in Portland while eating Voodoo Donuts and watching Bob’s Burgers. I was born a Tina, but now I’m a fucking adult! I’m LINDA.

So in honor of a great, temporal, transitory summer, I bid you all goodbye!!! Or y’know maybe a see you later!! Or even like the beautiful “xoxo” my boss Trisha does at the end of her emails. Hugs and kisses are super lovely and not curt or final like goodbyes can be. I’ve been trying to find a more idiomatic way of saying “bye, i will be thinking about you always. I’m not gonna forget about you. let’s write letters. I REALLY MEAN IT LET’S WRITE LETTERS! and we will Skype once a week. NO, ACTUALLY TWICE,” but I keep failing. essentially SPD will always be in my heart just like my best friend from high school I haven’t talked to in six months (We are just on different paths! We go to different schools! She has a boyfriend she’s really invested in! That’s just life!).

So to bid you all goodbye, I’m going to say hello. Let’s pretend it’s opposite day so we don’t rub salt on this wound too much. Leaving is already hard. Also, I am saying hello because there is an Adele book (Adele: The Other Side) at SPD to accompany the one on Lana Del Rey!!! To be perfectly frank, I don’t think about Adele ever. Like she’s fine and brassy, but I’m in the “only listens to The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, podcasts about design and Kendrick Lamar” stage of my life. I’m sorry.

So honestly, this is just a list of books I think I would drunkenly tell Adele to read if I saw her at a social gathering and proceeded to talk at her.

xoxo, Maya

1. Dear Jenny, We Are All Find, Jenny Zhang (Octopus Books)

Dear Jenny occupies such a deep, sentimental place in my heart. It reminds me of the early years of college and of trudging along, letting situations envelop you and take you in. I bought her book freshman year because I remember specifically reading about poop in a preview. So yeah, that’s when I know something is good or at least I’m always ready to read about fecal matters and the nitty-gritty, the burps and the bumps. Zhang does it so organically. It’s a voyeuristic and surreal look at life that I feel I share with her or at least I understand and wish we were friends to talk about the bizarre way life can be. 

*Adele would roll her eyes at that statement and tell me about @pisspiggrandad*

2. Take This Stallion, Anaîs Duplan (Brooklyn Arts Press)

Fierce and terrifying, Take This Stallion is what I imagine “take no prisoners” mean. Duplan confides like teenage friendships, but braces you for very real world things, tells you all the things you thought couldn’t be said. It’s a world-building that is encapsulating and they always seem to validate the reader into their world. You and I remain a present force, yet all the same a lesser. They write, “I’m not opaque. I’m so relevant I’m disappearing.” Which at this stage in my life is the most appealing thing.

I would ask Adele what she thinks “take no prisoners” mean. And then wonder if Chasing Pavements is the equivalent of stalking (it’s not).

3. Oil and Candle, Gabriel Ojeda-Sague (Timeless, Infinite Light)

Gabe’s writing blows me away. Gabe’s presence blows me away. He is a July Leo and I am an August Leo so I feel like there must be a distinct binary. We are the same in our Leo-style melodrama, but Gabe finds a way to be unfazed by it all. Maybe to potentially funnel it into his writing. IDK. Gabe writes pronounced, I feel as those his writing booms throughout a space. When he performs, it’s so captivating. The ends of his words or sentences or poems or stanzas lilt up. Although much of his writing in Oil is bittersweet, a little bit devastating or a descriptor I can’t ultimately find, there is a brazenness and awareness. Gabe is very smart. His writing makes me cry and sometimes I read Oil and Candle several times a month and then actually see him in person and talk about the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

4. Valley Fever, Julia Bloch (Sidebrow Books)

Julia Bloch’s writing is smooth and calculated, but gentle. She is also cheeky, small bursts of humor in her words. She writes as an all-knowing presence even about the things she doesn’t know or unsure about. “I know the structure of what I want to say/ but not which fibers, natural or chemical.” This summer, I took an Amtrak train through the Central Valley and felt a sort of hysteria and delight that reminded me of Valley Fever. Seeing fog and the Berkeley hills disappear to farm land and warehouses and factories and extended green was fascinating. The micro-climates produce many more micro-narratives and feelings and I usually don’t care too much about small talk about the weather (I’ll do it though because sometimes it is just really cold or just really hot or just really nice), but man, weather is so much different in California.

Valley fever is a fungus that gets in the lungs. It can cause fever and chest pain and coughing and other stuff and I’ve never had it. I will tell Adele that and the amount of times I’ve cried in Julia Bloch’s office.

5. Personal Science, Lillian-Yvonne Bertram (Tupelo Press)

Speaking of weather, Bertram’s Forecast in Personal Science is a beautiful prose piece. It anchors the book and it anchors that feeling of obsessive thinking and worrying and researching and wondering that anxiety brings out of people. The incessant checking, the constant circle back, the imagination roaming a little bit too wildly. It shows the personal process of one’s very serious, very real, very researched, very validated conclusions - that they come up with all by themselves. A personal science. “Nothing to be preserved/ By the idea of paradise” always roams around my mind and the conclusions I make from it take me by surprise.

6. Snowflake / different streets, Eileen Myles (Wave Books)

I met Eileen Myles in a class a year and a half ago and she looked fresh. She was definitely riding a high and becoming even more known and hopefully getting a bunch of Transparent money. She talked about everything and she was chill and her skin looked smooth. She seemed to be at the point where nothing really needed to be hush-hush or not talked about. She said everything that was on her mind and answered all our questions with a sincerity and clarity that was surprising. I was 19 and I remember never saying anything I really wanted to say. To anybody! But somehow she could and be so open and matter-of-fact and genuine. And that’s how her writing feels to me.

A woman I met at the Portland Farmers Market a week ago made me want to read Eileen again. The woman made skin products out of beeswax and she made intricate beeswax candle carvings for fun. There was elephants with tiny tusks and turtles with intricate shells and corn with all the kernels - it was magical! I don’t really, really know why I thought about Eileen when talking to the farmer’s market lady - the only physical similarity was their grey bobs, but I just kept thinking “fresh.” I loved this woman who made cat candles out of beeswax and was so animated about how divorce changes everything for the better and I love Eileen Myles.

7. Go Find Your Father/A Famous Blues, Harmony Holiday (Ricochet Editions)

Harmony Holiday’s book is half epistolary work to her father, a R&B songwriter and singer who passed when she was young and half intricate wonder and look into black men and a black woman’s relationship with them seen through old school R&B and soul. I read this title the first two weeks of being in the Bay area. It was June and I was new and nervous and I shared this book with a housemate at the beach in Alameda. While I was flailing around in the surprisingly warm water, she read it all. She handed me back the book and just said, “Damn.” That’s a great way to describe Holiday’s writing - damn. Both segments of the book read like a Nathaniel Mackey-esque journey, mixes of jazz and soul and Sun-Ra and the different scenarios and landscapes that texture this journey. It feels redemptive - I’m not sure of what, but of something.

See you on the other side, pals. <3

[manateeinaustralia-blog]

I didn’t die in the Outback!

Lots of surviving to get to the thriving 

Hello! So the day before I left for this trip I had my third field trip and we went to the wildlife sanctuary to do our ropes course. It was really cool because we learned to clip ourselves into each part of the course so we were free to go on without guides and then we were up in the trees doing ziplines and rickety ass swing steps and stuff. The coolest part was a long zipline over the kangaroos and crocodiles in the park. 

Okay so Kelsey and I honestly had no idea what the itinerary for the Outback trip was because #fuckStudentFlights but we had the general info we needed. So Friday morning we were up at 3 am to go to the airport and take a 6 AM flight to Sydney then flew to Ayer’s Rock airport. We got off the plane in Ayer’s Rock and it was Africa hot. We found our tour group and got on the bus and everyone looked like death and I was like okay great start! (Found out later they had been driving for hours and were up at 4:30). We got to the Cultural Center and started to realize they aren’t kidding when they say the outback is the land of 10 billion flies. Back on the bus and we get to know our tour guide, Tahnee. She’s maybe 24 years old and Australian. She is so cool and fun and has been a tour guide for this company for a year and a half but wants to do something new so is just picking up and moving to Cambodia to tour guide. But we were her last tour and so she said “Guys I’m gonna change up the itinerary a little bit to make it as awesome as possible for you and me. Just trust me.” So I’m like okay Tahnee let’s go girl. We had 23 people in our bus and everyone was awesome. Two from Australia (including Tahnee’s best friend Mel who came for her last tour), some Swiss, Italian, German, Danish, British, Chinese, and Kelsey and me from the US. 

So our first hike on Friday was in the middle of the day and it was HOT. Also Kelsey and I had been up for a long time so it was rough. We hiked at Uluru, which is a sacred spot for the Aboriginal people. However, tourists always choose to climb it despite all the signs asking them not to. It is offensive to the Aboriginal people, destroys the rock, and ruins the surrounding ecosystem. It’s very steep and people were dying falling off so part of it has a chain people can hang onto even though they don’t want people climbing. But in an effort to get people to stop, the nearest help that will come get you is several hours away. But good news!! I just found out today that climbing will officially be banned at Uluru in two years! So then on our hike we saw the men’s and women’s caves and heard Aboriginal legends. Then Kelsey and I survived a sandstorm no biggie then this girl Julia just faints. And we were like ah shit here we go dehydration why you do this. She was okay but like honestly I was close to faking fainting so this hike would stop. Thanks for taking one for the team Julia! 

Then we drove to watch the sun set on Uluru from another spot and our tour group had bought booze before they picked us up from the airport so Tati and Flo (the most wonderful German couple ever) gave me some white wine. But since we hadn’t eaten in 7 hours and I was dehydrated I was like woah am I drunk? I kinda was.  

Sunset at Uluru

Then we went to our campsite and everyone ate chicken stirfry like animals cause we were ravenous then we set up our swags. So turns out a swag is not what I posted earlier. It’s basically a boxy sleeping bag with a little pad mattress inside and a sleeping bag goes into it and you zip yourself into it. Your head is exposed and Kelsey and I were like so if something comes out of the grass right there and kills us, we’re already zipped into our body bags so it will be convenient to get us out of here! Also the campsite over was having a rager and as I was trying to fall asleep on the ground, under the beautiful Milky Way galaxy, in the outback, preparing to get eaten by dingos, listening to Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’, I was just like “What is my life right now?” 

The next morning we were up at 3:45 AM for the sunrise but it was okay because Tahnee had her speaker on to wake us up and I woke up under the stars to ‘Here comes the sun’. Much better than my iphone alarm. We went to a spot where you can see Uluru and Kata Tjata (pronounced Kat-ah Jar-a) and I got some beautiful photos

Then we went to our hike at Kata Tjata and it was a lot better because we did it in the morning despite it being harder terrain. You had to really watch your footing and at one part it was basically an 80 degree incline wall you had to just run up and we all did it then turned around and saw a 70ish year old women take it like a champ and I was like oh cool same. But again the gain was worth the pain. 

After our hike, we lowkey were stranded on the road for like two hours cause we were waiting on someone to meet up with us and give us more fuel. We got some oranges and I was like SWEET MANNA FROM HEAVEN. 

Then we stopped at a pool and swam and ate lunch then were back on the road to go to our campsite cause it was about a 5 hour drive. On the way, Tahnee pulled over once for us to look at a salt lake: 

And another time to collect firewood. So she pulls over and again we are in bumfuck middle of the desert and she goes “Okay so we’re gonna grab some firewood. Here’s what you do if you see a snake and it looks like it’s gonna attack. (tells us). Okay let’s go.”

Kelsey and I looked at each other and just burst out laughing like okay what. But yeah we did it anyways cause ya know we needed firewood but this was my reaction to the snake warning 

That night we learned to make damper, which is Australian bread with no set recipe, learned a fun Australian song and dance, and then Tahnee told us about the next day’s hike. So she says it’s at King’s Canyon and we’re gonna get to the top of it for sunrise so we’re getting up at 3AM again and I’m like yeah old news. Then she said she can’t let us go if we don’t have at least 3 liters of water because people straight up die of dehydration and she can lose her job if a ranger sees we aren’t drinking enough. It’s about a 3.5 hour hike and the second half has no shade. Then she says we have to stay at least 2 meters from the edge of the canyon at all times because the rock is really weak and people die all the time because they fall into the canyon and help can’t come for like 12 hours. Finally, she says to get to the top of King’s canyon, we have to climb Heart Attack hill...there’s a defibrillator at the top. Wow thanks Tahnee!! So excited for tomorrow!!! But she really has to tell everyone those things because it can be really dangerous and she would feel awful if anything happened to us. That night I fell asleep under the most beautiful sky again, saw 2 shooting stars, and listened to her friend play acoustic guitar. 

The next morning, we climbed Heart Attack hill. In the dark. The rest of the hike seemed like a breeze even though it was rough terrain. But of course Tahnee was right, the view of sunrise at the top of King’s canyon was worth it. 

Gotta risk it to get the biscuit!

Inside the Garden of Eden (bottom of the Canyon)

When we were finished, it was only 8:30 AM and after some more driving, we arrived at our lunch spot where we saw more warning signs about snakes. Everywhere we went were warning signs about dehydration, dingos, snakes, bees coming out of faucets?, and other scary shit. Along the drive I saw some wild horses and then we went to a camel farm!! So the government pays people to kill camels but this guy brings them to his farm and they give people a one minute ride maybe once a week so they’re in a much better space. He also rehabilitates wild kangaroos that have been hit by cars then releases them back into the wild. Weirdly, this place sells camel burgers and I was like ummmmmm...guess I’ll just ignore that?

Camels are really tall!

With hiking and driving, we covered about 932 miles this weekend. That night we went to our hostels in Alice Springs. The tour was technically over, but Tahnee invited us out to dinner to say goodbye. I really liked everyone in my tour group and we all added each other on Facebook so I’m like haha let me stay at your houses when I visit please! Overall, the outback definitely kicked our asses but everything was so worth it. 10/10 would recommend. 

Signing off xoxo

[saelwen]

The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Thranduil

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter13

Masterlist

Summary:After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 2k

A small smile forms on my lips as I see the baby dragons interact with Drogon, letting little roars to imitate him and trying to climb to his head and back.

It’s have been two days since my dragons have been born and I never been so happy in my life. They are the cutest thing, following me around and sleeping in my bed at night, curled into my side. Yesterday, I’ve been almost all day trying to think of names and today finally I come with some for them.

I stood from the grass, where I was sitting, walking to where Drogon and the baby dragons were.  

As the little dragons saw me, they start jumping and roaring happily to me. A giggle falls from my lips “Hello my children.” I say softly, bending down on my knees so they could jump to my lap.  

I pick an orange dragon and pet his head, making purr and push his head into my warm hand. His scales were dark orange, with some faded black stripes along his body.

Looking down to him, I smile “You will be Arcturion, the blaze star.” as I say his name, Arcturion lets out pleased roar, flapping his small wings.  

Putting him down, I pick the orange-yellow like. His scales aren’t as orange as his brother, they were more like gold, that reminds me of Viserion, but something grabbed my attention.

From his head to the tip of his tail, there was a green stripe. It was almost transparent and if he was far away, you could almost not see it. Rubbing his back softly, I kiss his little snout “And you will be Viseral! In honor of your uncles...Viserion and Rhaegal.” I smile to him sadly, putting on my shoulder.

Then I look to the little black dragon before me, his scales were black as the night, making him look like shadow. His eyes were vibrant violet like mine...and like my mother. Picking him up, I rub under his chin “You will be strong and powerful like my mother... Daenerion!” a small tear falls down on my cheek.  

Daenerion lick my tear and rub his warm snout into my neck, making a strange purring that made my all body relax. Arcturion and Viseral cuddle into my chest and also begin purring, Drogon put his huge head behind my back and curl his giant body around us “I love you all...my family.” I spoke softly, closing my eyes and letting my back relax on Drogon neck. She would be proud... 

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I was in the middle of teaching Daenerion to feed himself when a knock sounded on my chamber's door, putting the piece of meat down, I look back to the door “Yes?” I say a while petting Arcturion.

When the door open, I saw Elrond peeking “Can we come in, Daenys?” I smile and nod. He walk inside with Gandalf, Glorfindel and ….Thranduil, close behind him. I took a deep breath and gave a warm smile to Gandalf and Glorfindel, ignoring the Elven King “What brings my lords here, if may i ask?” I ask softly.

Gandalf took a step forward and sat down beside me “We came to see if everything was alright...and we have some questions to ask you.” I nod and put Arcturion on the table, beside his brothers.

I look the man in front of me “Well...what do you wish to know?” Gandalf let out of a small cough “We wish to know how did you know that you wouldn’t burn in the fire?” he asks a while looking to me with a serious face. I move my gaze from him and look to my children, playing with each other “The House Targaryen is known for having dragon blood. Making us one of them.” I move my hand and pet Daenerion “And fire can’t kill a dragon...” they all nod, looking to me in awe.

Glorfindel walk to me “May I touch them?” he asks, staring to the dragons with excitement. I nod “Of course, Mellon nin!” I say a while picking Viseral and putting him on Glorfindel shoulder.  

A huge smile appears on his face as he pet Viseral head, rubbing under his chin and on his belly “He so beautiful!...Did you already gave them names?” he asks a while adjusting Arcturion, who had flied to his head and started playing with his golden hair.

A giggle escape from as I pick Daenerion and put him on my lap “Yes...The one on your shoulder his Viseral, named after the two other dragons of my mother. The other on your hair is Arcturion, the blaze start.” I look down and smile to the little black dragon, who was sleeping on my lap “And this is Daenerion...in honor of my mother, Daenerys Stormborn.”  

Elrond smiles “They have beautiful names, Daenys...May I ask, when they are bigger...they wouldn’t hurt my people or other innocent being, are they?" He asks with a hit of fear. I shake my head and look to his grey eyes “They won’t! Drogon will teach them how to hunt and won’t let them do nothing bad...i promise!” he nods and let out a relief sigh.

After a while of talking and Glorfindel playing with the dragons like a child, Gandalf stood up “Well, it’s late. We should go and let Lady Daenys rest...and also before Lord Glorfindel become a dragon.” I let out a chuckle and nod in thanks. They all bend their goodbyes and left the room... except one.  

Standing In the middle of the room was Thranduil, looking at me with a sorrow expression. Ahh...What does he want?!  

Standing up, I walk to the wine table, filling a cup “Shouldn’t you also go to your chambers?” I say with a cold voice. In the corner of my eye, I notice his body go tense “Why did you leave Mirkwood?” his voice sends a shiver run down my spine. How I miss the sound of his voice...

I turn back and look to his ice blue eyes “Because I didn’t felt welcome there.” as I say that, a frown fell on his face “Not welcome?! I open my kingdom to you!” his voice came out like a growl, that made my dragons hiss to him and Daenerion flew to my shoulder, glaring to Thranduil. I took a deep breath and rub under Daenerion chin “Mind your tone, King Thranduil!...Your people gave me side looks, whispering behind my back...also I didn’t want to bother you when you have to take care of the maiden that you are courting!” the last words came out full of venom.

Thranduil looks to me in confuse, he took a step forward but stops as Daenerion let out a loud roar to him, “What are talking about? I’m not courting no one and you FUCKING know that I love you!!” he says with a stern voice. A booming laugh left from me, making him look to with a frown on his angelic face. I clean a tear that have fallen from eyes and look to him “Love me?? Now you can love a mere mortal?!...You are a strange elf, King Thranduil. You say that you love me but yet you kiss another woman with such passion.” his eyes wide, the color of his face pales “How?!...” he whispers, almost to himself.

I put my cup down on the table and look to my window, watching the moon rise high in dark sky “I saw you kissing a beautiful elleth on the same day that you kiss me...” he stays silent, lost in guilt and shame. I sigh and look to him with a tired face “We weren’t made for each other, Thranduil...It’s better if we leave it here... move on with our life. You have a kingdom to rule and I have dragons to take care.”  I notice his hand shake and his eyes shine with tears that were threating to fall “Daenys...Please-” “Please get out, Thranduil.” he stays there for a minute, looking at me with a pleading eyes.  

Then he nods and turn around to leave, letting a tear fall down on his soft cheek. I close my eyes as I heard the door close with a loud bang, I sit down on the sofa and let out a loud sob. It’s was for the better...

Daenerion push his warm snout into my face and starts purring, in the distant I heard Drogon roar, feeling the pain in my heart.  

I lie down on the sofa and cry myself to sleep, surrounded by my children. Why love hurt so much?!

(Thranduil P.O.V)

I close the door of my chamber with all my strength. Standing in the middle of the room, I feel my tears running down my face none stop. Why my heart hurt so much?!  

I pick a vase, that was beside me, and throw to the wall in front of me, trying to let out my rage and pain. Suddenly I hear a knock on my door and the voice of Elrond outside “Thranduil? Is everything okay?!” I let out a sigh and tell him to come in, “Mellon nin...what did you do this time?” he says softly, looking to the pieces of vase on the floor.

A sigh fell from my lips, I put my hands on my hair “I’ve fuck up everything, Elrond...she saw me with another woman...” he looks to me and sighs, putting his hand on my shoulder “Yes...i agreed that you fuck up...if you love her, give her time...some space. Maybe she will forgive you.” I only nod, knowing that he’s right. Taking a deep breath, cleaning my tears, I look to the moon outside the window, that reminds me of Daenys beautiful silver hair. I will conquer her heart again!...She will be mine and I will be hers!

Hey Guys!!! New chapter here. I want to thank the people who have help me with the dragon's names!! Hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what do you think!

XOXO

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