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It wasn't the first time Thor had gotten odd glances at the way he shoved in food into his room in Sif's boarding house, or any place he lived for that matter. His appetite was huge, the twenty or so bags he dragged in packed with as much food as he could possibly get into two or three grocery carts was enough to make others think he was feeding an army. The truth was that was just enough for a week. He was on the third trip to the truck when he shoved his way inside past some of the other residents. They all ogled him as if he'd moved in a second time. The guy had only been there a week and he came in and out with boxes and bags.

From his room it didn't look like much. He had very little outside of the necessary clothes and supplies. He was used to living off the bare bones, there wasn't need for extra things. Except that big screen television. He liked sports and breaking out a case (or two) of beer on a Sunday night. It seemed he wasn't the only one that had the same idea.

As one of the guys helped him carry in that last (what he thought was the last) load, the man sat the beer down on the clear spot on the floor. He clapped his hands free. "Watching anything tonight?"

"Maybe," Thor said casting his eyes to the side suspiciously.

This guy had the best room in the entire household. "Maybe sometime we can all gather together for a game or something?" The guy was trying to open up a bit, he was more friendly than the rest of them. No one had really said hello to the new (and quite massive) Deirk, whose name most of them had a hard time pronouncing. They all wanted to say 'Derick'. "Kick back with cold beer and the rest of the guys?" the man continued.

Thor shrugged heading back out towards his truck that final time, making sure he didn't hit his head on beam over the doorway as he stepped out. It was then that he passed Sif. She still hadn't remembered, or she ignored him. It made his jaw tighten in annoyance.

Sif was among those who watched with amazement at the amount of groceries this guy brought in. She had been in her office and only by chance had she been coming out just behind him and the other man, stopping in the door way. It wasn't odd seeing her lugging in more food than that, but it was for the whole house. She couldn't believe he actually needed that much food.

In the moment that he finally saw her, this time returning to her office from delivering a package, something seemed to hit her. For the last week or so her visions had been coming more often. They were more detailed and she could actually make out faces. This time she was asleep, woken abruptly to find that her hair was short. The kicker came when she saw, clear as day, the face of the new resident fighting with another man who she herself felt rage toward.

When it was over she found herself leaning against the doorway, feeling dizzy. Pinching her nose she closed her eyes tightly, trying to feel stable again. That was when she turned and watched as the final load was taken upstairs.

Curiosity got the better of her now and she followed. Now she leaned against the new tenants door, "This looks like enough for a month."


He felt her follow him with a grin on his face as he continued to put away was was left of the groceries. With his back still turned he packed a few cans out of the brown paper bag.

"I told you. I eat a lot." That grin he didn't show her was still visible wondering how long she'd stand in that doorway or if she had anything to ask.


She smirked and crossed her arms. "I have to get this much for the whole house for one week. I can't believe one man could eat that much. It's like you're an Olympian or something." Of course, she hadn't missed the fact that he was quite large compared to the rest of them and someone his size needed a lot of food.


"I told you that too." Thor sighed looking up, turning to face her now shaking his head and putting his finger to his lips as if to tease her. "But we aren't supposed to talk about that," he said in a playful whispery voice.

He tapped his finger against his temple. "Remember anything yet?" he asked amused at how she still hung around.


She watched as he put the food away, feeling glad it wasn't grocery day for her just yet. A brow rose at that, "I was talking about the Olympics. You know, the international event at which thousands of athletes compete for medals and glory. It happens every four years. Winter and Summer games." At this point she was being purposely demeaning.

She blinked at that, "Remember what, exactly?"

She was trying so hard to not listen to what he'd told her before that she just sailed right by. Thor shook his head. "Yes, yes, I know what the Olympics are. But you," he pointed a finger at her, "you're being sarcastic." He laughed.

Thor was like a grown up child. He teased as much as he fought, it's what gave him an eager personality. "I know about glory, I died for it." He continued to put away a few items. He could see that look in her eye. She had remembered something.

He shrugged again. "I don't know, anything? Something jar you in your sleep perhaps?" He'd felt it when she'd woken up in a frenzy that night wanting nothing more than to go to her door. He'd stood outside it, listening, waiting for her to settle back to sleep. He wasn't allowed yet, and he was growing impatient with that.

She smiled sweetly, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was merely sharing information."

She just stared at him. She knew it had been a bad idea to follow him upstairs. Standing upright she turned without saying anything and started back down the stairs. She wasn't listening to this. She wasn't subjecting herself to more crazy talk.


"Demi," he said having to hold his tongue to the name that wanted to bolt right out of his mouth. "Wait," he followed down the stairs, his feet like iron hitting against those steps. To the people below he probably sounded like an elephant about to bust through the roof.

"What did you dream about?" he asked, now the curious one. "The other night. I heard you get up," though she may have been at the opposite end of the house, he'd still felt it. He may not have felt her at far distances since they'd grown apart, but now within the same building it was as if she was right there beside him.


Wait, she did not. She kept moving along down the stairs and had to stop herself from berating him about stomping. If it had been the dead of night she would have told him off for being so loud. There was no curfew but the people who lived there were very quiet after a certain hour.

She only stopped when she reached her office door. Before she pulled out the keys she looked at him, not with surprise but a little offended that he might have been eavesdropping. "What I dream about has nothing to do with you or anyone else. Were you waiting at my door for me to move around? I swear if you're peeping I'm calling the cops."


His feet hit the ground with a thud once down the last step. He watched her carefully as her defenses went up. "I was not waiting," well he had been after feeling her alarmed. "I heard you, that is all." He didn't see where it was peeping when it was his wife.

His patience was starting to wear thin, he just wanted her to admit what she'd remembered. She was holding it back.


"I had a bad dream," she said grudgingly. She hated sharing any intimate details with others. Especially ones she barely knew. Maybe it was that he just happened to be walking by her door just as she was moving around the almost frantically. She didn't like that feeling, of being vulnerable to a dream. Of letting it get to her.

He took a step closer but still well enough between to give her her personal space. "What was this dream about, if I may?" he gave her the softest of looks, childlike in it's appearance to pull her defense down. Just a little.


She sighed and leaned against the door. "Fine, if you're going to be so persistent about it." At least it was sharing a dream and not talking about gods. "So I'm standing there with several other people and this guy starts barking about how he's going to kill everyone except me and another woman because he wanted to have his way with us," she shivered at the thought. "But before that could happen you, yes you, showed up and killed the guy. It all faded and suddenly I was in my room again and someone had snuck in to cut my hair, and that's when I woke up." Why it had startled her so much she didn't know.


That fascinated grin just grew as he leaned against the wall listening to her story. He could visualize it as clearly as she spoke it. He knew the end to this story.

"I showed up?" he asked raising one brow in question. "How clever of me." Grin.


"It was more like you stepped out of the circle, not really show up." She looked annoyed with him. "Being smug is unattractive." What she hadn't told him was that he had been in that dream before. For years.


"Gives me the upper hand then. Maybe it's telling you you know me from somewhere. Or," his voice got quieter slightly teasing, "that I'm not such a bad guy." He gave her that soft smile.

She smirked, "Or it means that your face decided to creep up into my dream because I saw you only hours before." She huffed, stood up straight and turned to unlock the door. "I have work to do."