Thor Odinson is a flummox. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thepowerofthor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2017-08-08 02:25:00 |
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WHO: Thor(Narrative)
WHAT: Thor wakes out of a troubled sleep and discovers he is a woman
WHEN: August 8th, early morning
WHERE: A motel room
WARNINGS: Descriptions of nudity, gender confusion
STATUS: Closed and Complete
Thor tossed and turned, unsure of what was causing his anxiety and restlessness. He had, over the last week and more, slowly come to terms with his aloneness, and with the idea that he might stay alone, as well as the idea that he might not. He had slowly regained something like equilibrium, and while it still hurt, he found himself wishing for regular activity again. He had resolved to come out of the cold in the morning, see Darcy and her family. Perhaps even throw a party. Somehow, somewhere.
But now he woke, crying out, the dismal walls of his motel room echoing the cry back. The motel was not active most of the time, anymore. The owner looking to sell and cheap, but not finding any buyers for a business that literally had no business. No travelers were coming to or leaving Madison, and the apartments the city ran were more than adequate to house arriving refugees. The man had agreed to turn on the power and water for Thor since Thor had waved a lot of money at him, but otherwise, there was no one else around on the property. Which was good, as his cry woke no one. Thor groaned as he looked around, seeing nothing that had woke him. It must have been a dream. Whatever it was, he was tired as if he had not slept, and achy, as if he had been working hard, for days on end.
He shivered as he rose, and staggered to the bathroom, nearly tripping over feet that felt too long for some reason. He groaned as he flicked on the light and splashed water on himself, rubbing his face and hair and groaning. Even his hair hurt. Only then did he slowly blink his eyes fully open and look in the mirror. And he yelled as he saw a woman looking back at him. He glanced around then back at the mirror, seeing the image do the same. Oh no.
“What in Odin’s name?”
His voice was even a sultry thing that made him shiver and he explored his face and skin and then lower to his new breasts, and belly and touched, then pulled back his hand from his new pussy as well. “What is going on?”
He had been female-bodied multiple times in the past but only when wearing his magic dress, designed by Asgardian magic. This felt different. No. This was different, out of his control. And not something he could just pull off over his head. He explored his face again with his fingers and sighed.
“Why---?” The Dome must have decided to play games with him… again. The Dome really seemed to want to make his life odd, of late. He growled and thumped his head, gently, against the wall.
Trudging back to his bed, he sat, then lay down again. This was… going to take some thinking. And perhaps some exploring. Or a lot of it. He chuckled and closed his eyes firmly. Sleep was needed, and a lot of it. If he could get back to sleep. He hoped he could. He really did...
Not The End...