WHO: Thor Odinson-Lewis-Abernathy and Darcy Lewis WHAT: wee!Thor cooks and talks with his mom WHEN: Age!plot shenanigans WARNINGS: Cuteness! STATUS: Closed and Complete
Thor smiled as he ran home, skidding to a halt at the door. A shuffling of feet to clean them, and he entered the house. Smiling widely as he smelled the beginning of dinner cooking, he headed to clean his hands, and enter the kitchen. “Hi, mom. What can I do to help?”
Living with Darcy and Haymitch had been a dream. He loved his original parents, but these two mortals had given him love, understanding, and support, and he loved them with a great well of emotion. He found himself considering them a second set of parents instead of just guardians.
He helped around the house, loving to do things others considered annoying chores. And he loved to help in the kitchen, especially.
***
Tiny Thor was freaking adorable and Darcy would be more than happy to keep him if the dome didn’t return him to normal. Even if he had a bad habit of sneaking out without telling them where he was going.
“Think you can set the table without breaking any dishes?” she asked. She had a feeling that they went through a lot of dishes in their household because even this small, Thor had undeniable strength. Honestly, they should probably just use paper plates. She’d have to pick some up at the store until this was all over.
***
La la la, oops. Thor was still trying to break himself of the more relaxed attitudes back on Asgard about wandering around. Everyone knew who he was there and he was expected to go out and interact. Here, he was expected to ask first, and he didn’t always remember. He was trying, honest. Most of the time.
“I’ll try. I promise.” He had gotten better at this. Most of the time, he didn’t break any! Most of the time.
Those first few months… he winced in memory. Yeah, best to not think about why he had not felt bad about using the money from his card to buy them several sets of new dishes. His strength had been slowly growing.
Carefully, Thor moved around and reached for the dishes to set them to the table, trying not to move too quickly, or trip. The one time he had broken the table had been utterly humiliating.
“Thanks, mom. For letting me help, and for being awesome.”
***
“I always appreciate your help,” Darcy said. That seemed like a reasonable thing to say and was probably true for whatever version of herself was raising Thor. “And you know I can’t help being awesome.”
That also seemed like something she would say in every universe. She didn’t want to freak out Thor too much by letting him know that he was in the way wrong time and/or place so she was doing her best to play along with whatever he said. Steph thought it was hilarious that he was calling her mom.
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“I’m glad. I love to help. I just want to be the best human I can.” He had a lot to learn, he knew. He had been a bit of an idiot when he arrived.
Still, he found this life good, and one he had never dreamed of. One he had never wanted, or known to want. Now, he was happy as he had never been before.
“What’s for dinner?”
***
Darcy smiled down at him. “You don’t have to be the best human,” she said. “Just be the best Thor.” She knew that human customs were foreign to him and could only imagine the difficulties he faced at this age in adjusting to life on Midgard.
“We’re having lasagna,” she said. “And garlic bread and salad. What do you think we should have for dessert?”
***
At her words, Thor’s face fell and he sighed. “I am trying. But sometimes i don’t know what that is anymore. I’m not who I was. At all.” He rubbed his face, not really close to crying, but kind of feeling the urge to do so.
He blew out a breath of air and smiled a little at her words. “Can we have brownies? I could help make them?”
***
Oh boy. Darcy wasn’t sure she could handle a crying, bereft baby!Thor, so as soon as he suggested making brownies, she jumped on it. “Brownies sound great, kiddo. You want to start getting out the ingredients for me?”
***
“I can do that!” Thor hugged her, then bounced over to the cabinet that had baking supplies, carefully slowing his pace and his reaching down, so as to not break things. While he had control of his present abilities, they kept increasing. He fetched out a large bowl and the baking ingredients, checking the recipe they used for each thing and what kind of measuring device he would need.
“Once they are done, may I donate some of my portions to take to Ella tomorrow?”
***
“How about we bake two batches,” Darcy suggested. “That way we can take a whole pan over to Ella.”
That seemed like a good idea since the heavily pregnant woman was always showering them with baked goods and could probably use a treat.
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Thor’s eyes went wide. “Truly? That would be amazing!” he hugged his mother again and smiled up at her. “Thank you, Mom.”
He smiled warmly and set about getting out anything else they would need. He was happy that he lived with Darcy and Haymitch, and had a chance to learn from them what it meant to be truly human.