WHO: Pamela and Thor WHAT: A date WHEN: Before the Methos madness WARNINGS: vague mentions of sex, fluff STATUS: Closed and Complete
Thor smiled as he finished everything. His preparations were finally done and he headed home. A quick shower later, he had dressed in well-fitting jeans, a button up shirt, and well-fitted moccasins. Then he was on the road to her house, his truck running smoothly, his smile wide as he got to her place, stepped out, and knocked.
Thor was feeling bouncy, and warm, and could not wait to see Pamela, and to show her all the surprises he had come up with.
***
Pamela didn’t know what Thor had in mind tonight, but she knew he was being clever about something. She could hear it in his voice. She also got the impression that she should look good tonight. To that end she chose a loose, flowy skirt that showed off her calves and a peasant blouse to match.
The spirits picked up on his excitement and began dancing around her to let her know he was here. Pamela opened the door with a good-natured smirk on her face. “What are you up to?”
***
“Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies. I’ve worked all the day to prepare a surprise. Trust me tonight, and judge for yourself what I do, and I pray that you’ll enjoy all I have prepared for you.” He nodded, singsonging the rhyme he had prepared with help.
His grin was pleased and amusement was in his heart as he reached out to her face, and stroked a gentle thumb along her skin. “You look amazing, dear one.” He bent his head to gently kiss her mouth, a tender thing that was over quickly, then nodded.
***
Pamela laughed for the rhyme, but she wasn’t laughing at him. He was just so proud of himself! It was adorable. Her amusement vanished with that sweet kiss, however, leaving behind a smile on her face.
“Thanks,” she said as she caught his hand. No cane tonight, and she’d rely more on Thor than on her senses and the spirits. “Ready when you are.”
***
“Then away we go.” He led the way to the truck, handing her up into the truck, smiling up at her and bouncy. He pressed a kiss to her hand, then shut the door and went around to start the truck and take them away.
“We’re headed to a glade I know, down by the river. A place no one goes, yet anyway, recently cleared by me in my less normal job of woodhauling.” He had started that job first, as an under the table way of earning money, before he decided to go into brewing.
“How have you been, Pamela?”
***
Usually, if a guy was trying to treat her like a lady she’d laugh in their face. But with Thor, it was just who he was. If he didn’t treat her like a lady then something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
“Pretty good,” she answered. “I have some money saved up. Thinking about getting my own place. Maybe buy a little shack on the edge of town and being the spooky bitch kids dare each other to ring her doorbell.” She laughed.
***
Thor smiled softly, glancing over at her as he drove. He loved making this woman smile, and hearing her talk. He grinned, feeling warm, which was odd, but felt right.
“Good. It might be fun to do. I could come by and ring your bell.” His grin was slightly naughty as he spoke it.
“Do you like brie?”
***
Pamela chuckled with a wrinkle of her nose. It wouldn’t be the first time she and Thor had bumped uglies, but they were trying for something more meaningful this time. Surprisingly, Pamela found herself not just enjoying this weird path, but wanting more from it.
“Anyone who doesn’t like brie is lying to themselves,” she answered.
***
“Good. I have prepared a surprise that I hope you’ll like.” He pulled off of the normal road, and into a wooded area. ”It’s back this way.” he slid out of the truck again and came around to take her hand and lead her inward.
“I have not always been a romantic person, but you inspire me.”
***
“Me?” This time her laugh was a bit mocking. “Inspire romancing? Damn! You need to be exposed to more women, big guy. I’m about as romantic as a paper cut.” She wasn’t ashamed of that. She was who she was. Not that she’d say no to romance, but she sure as hell didn’t see herself as a muse for it.
***
“Pamela, you inspire me every day.” he grinned at her. “Your warmth, enthusiasm, and incredible mind are just as arousing as your beautiful body is.” He nodded as he led her through a clearing and down a path that was freshly made, and out to an area that looked out over the river.
There, atop a hillock, was stretched a large and thick blanket, one that held two large baskets, one of which exhaled steam into the night air.
“Welcome to dinner, dear one.”
***
“You,” she said as she let him get her out of the truck, “are suckered in by orgasms. I’m a cranky bitch and everyone knows it. As salty as they come.” Pamela chuckled, but one thing she knew about the Norse gods in the myths: they’d most likely respect and like a woman like her as opposed to someone obsessed with nail polish and proper etiquette.
She couldn’t see the whole set up, but the spirits described it for her and the smells were heavenly. That rare sweet smile she could get from time to time made an appearance on her face as she turned her face up to Thor. “You did all this for me?”
***
Thor stopped abruptly, catching her, and then tapped her nose. Anger crackled in him for a moment before he spoke softer, letting it go. “Don’t you ever say that again. I care about you, and I am not some fool to be ruled by his body.” He blew out a long breath, leaning in, bending to kiss alongside her mouth.
Then he nodded to the hillock and its setup, and smiled. “I did. I wanted you to know that I think you’re worth this to me.”
He led her to a spot, and sat with her, there, smiling.
***
That surprised Pamela. Her brows shot up as she heard the spirits give a small yelp for Thor’s anger, but his chastisement was even more surprising. It was firm, but gentle. The kiss made her blink then smile. “Right. No insulting myself. Got it.” She chuckled as she gave that massive bicep a squeeze.
She let Thor guide her to sit, but then she opted to lean back against him. “So what’s on the menu?”
***
Thor hugged her gently as she leaned back against him, kissing her hair. “Deep fried spiced chicken, with a recipe I was given that is the old fashioned way, I am told, not the fast food way.”
He chuckled. “There is a fruit salad, a normal salad, and alfredo linguini.” He nodded as he held her close, stroking her legs gently.
“And to drink, either a brie, or a port, or water.” He kissed along her hair again and inhaled her scent, just talking softly. “For dessert, my dear lady, there are belgian chocolate truffles. All for us, tonight.”
***
Pamela hummed in appreciation for the list of yumminess and the attention to her hair and legs. Thor was so large he pretty much engulfed her when she leaned against him. She was really not complaining.
“Sounds awesome,” she said then leaned her head back to smile up at him. “Did you make all this? If so I’m going to be really, really impressed.”
***
Thor was enjoying just touching her and talking to her, his voice a low and soft rumble as he spoke. Her scent and the feel of her was enough to enchant and arouse him, but he was in no hurry to do anything but talk. This was… this was really nice.
“Most of it. The deserts are beyond me, as was the fruit salad. Those I found people to make for me. But the rest, yes.” He smiled at her and kissed her lips softly, then nodded.
“What is your favorite kind of music?”
***
The fact that he went through all this effort just for her was amazing. Most guys, even the ones she had dated, never did more than spring for McDonalds before wanting to get laid. Pamela had never actually been wooed before so this was a fun new experience.
She returned the kiss with as much of her appreciation as she could put into it then settled back against him again. A chuckle came from her for the question. “Rock. Hard, old rock. Led Zeppelin. AC/DC. Kansas. Things like that.”
***
“I know a few of those, but not many. Or, I should say, I am beginning to know a few. I have much to learn of Midgardian musics.” He wanted to know her favorites though, in everything, not just music. It was something he could know of her, and celebrate with her, and surprise her with.
As he snuggles her close, he reached out to open the first basket and took out a small package of chilled strawberries. “What is your feeling on strawberries?” He waggled them at her in a silly fashion, for he truly loved her smiles and laughter, too.
It was fun, doing things like this, for it was closer to what what would have done back home.
***
“I’ll have to introduce you to the ones you don’t know.” Pamela smirked as she thought about playing The Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin for a really real norse god. That would be hilarious.
She laughed for the taunting with the strawberries. She couldn’t see the waggling, but she got the general idea. “Strawberries are awesome. And can be kind of fun.”
***
“I think so, too.” He popped open the package, taking hold of one, and dipping it in cream, before lifting it toward her lips. “OPen wide…” His smirk was as much in his voice as on his face. Feeding her was fun and he liked making her smile, even as the innuendo just seemed to happen, sometimes, with them.
***
Pamela grinned for being fed. To make it even more ridiculous she shimmied so she was more reclined across Thor’s lap before she languidly parted her lips. The reward was well worth it even if she did have to catch a little berry juice and cream from dribbling down her chin.
“Yum!”
***
Thor groaned lightly as she shimmied that way, and shifted to accommodate her, then grinned at her as he fed her, laughing softly. “You are amazing, dear Pamela.” He bent his head and gently kissed her, a sweet, gentle kiss, full of passion and desire, not just for the sexy body before him, but the way the spirit inside it made him laugh and smile.
He smiled again as he sat back up and plucked another strawberry for her.
***
Pamela laughed for that. Amazing? Maybe. She knew she was good in bed, and her powers set her apart from a whole lot of people. She was comfortable with who she was as a person and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. But to be told that she was amazing? Nah. However, she knew better than to argue with Thor.
“You’re not so bad yourself, big guy,” she said with a smirk. “But your turn. Tell me about Asgard.”
***
Thor smiled softly. “Asgard is a place unlike any other I have been to. As possibly the oldest of the Realms to rise, the city of Asgard is full of wonders. We have day to day things and functions that are nothing like this place. We manipulate the forces of nature with totems, sigils, and runes, and with an understanding of what your world calls Quantum Physics that dwarf’s current Midgardian levels. It is not nearly without flaws, nor without stupidity and mistakes, but I grew to love it.”
He kissed her hair as he continued, slowly feeding her more strawberries, as well as other little fruits.
“My father taught me of the wyrdling ways, and my mother of the warrior ones. Others tried to teach me of the way of a ruler, but in truth, past leading a group to battle and tactics, I was too foolish and shortsighted to learn them. Still, despite my flaws, the people accepted me. “ He nodded.
“One of my favorite places there was a wooded area, atop a hill, where you could sit and watch the stars, and hear the musics play…” He tapped a small cb connector in his pocket, once as he spoke, and music started to play there near them, wafting toward them from another nearby clearing, where a band Thor had retained to play for a short while. Music as close to that of Asgard, something like a symphony, with elements of metal, wafted to them on the breeze.
***
“Sounds awesome,” Pamela said a bit wistfully. It would be cool to see it. Well, not exactly see, things being the way they were, but you know what she meant.
She sighed. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could go there? Right now. Just spend ten minutes there before this shithole yanked us back. Something nice instead of something that tears your soul apart.”
Then the music started playing and she grinned up at Thor. “You are so awesome.”
***
Thor smirked at her. “Maybe someday we will. I heard a tale that at times in the past entire groups have found portals elsewhere. Or perhaps it will be like the cruise I have heard of, and we will end up being there for a few weeks.”
He nodded. Her worse at the music made him smile wider. “I simply wanted to give you a wonderful evening.”
He bent his head to kiss her then, slow and easy, before nodding again.
***
Pamela had been here for the cruise. It was one of the first things she’d experienced, her welcoming to Madison Valley. As far as initiations went it hadn’t been a bad one. After everything that’s happened since they were due for something relaxing. Something actually good.
She returned Thor’s kiss, her hand caressing into his hair then smiled after. “You do that just by being with me.”
***
“Thank you, Pamela. And perhaps so, but I wanted to give you something. Just because.” he grinned at her. “I want every time we are around one another to be special. I want to make your life better every day I am in it.”
He nodded. Every day he saw her, every time he felt her embrace, he felt a joy that he had not realized he was missing. And now, he never wanted to let it go.
***
Pamela smiled up at Thor. God this scared her. Thrilled her. Made her feel special, but it scared her too. She was starting to have real feelings for Thor, but she wasn’t ready to give in to them. Not yet. Already she could feel the urge to run to Sam or Dean or Adam. She knew what it was: an attempt to scream silently that she was still her own woman, had her own choices. Love, to her experience, took all of that away, but she knew even that was a lie. That was just bad experiences fucking with her head.
She didn’t want to tell Thor that, didn’t want to burst this bubble of a moment where everything was nice. Maybe even perfect. “I love it,” she said instead. It was true. This moment, these things that he did for her and why...they meant so much to her.
***
“I’m glad.” Thor smiled softly. He knew this was new to both of them. And he knew it was scary to him. He was filled with feelings and thoughts, some of which he had never had. And a part of him, a traitorous part, wondered when she would come to her senses and walk away, or choose someone else. After all, everyone else did.
He shook his head to banish the stupid thoughts, as well as he could, and just held her.
“Shall we try to eat, then? The main course is still waiting.” Still kept warm by the wonders of technology.