Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-04 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), thor odinson |
You say the sweetest things.
Who: Natasha and Thor
What: Adjusting to changes
When: 8/4
Where: their home
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Thor sighed, and bound the hair back into a ponytail, glad he had learned that from his own hair, over the years. Having longer hair like Illyana did was odd. But not as odd as having breasts. Or other things he normally did not.
He felt a little wobbly and was pretty sure he might be in shock.
Or something.
Man, this was weird.
Natasha peered at him. Her? She wasn’t sure what to think, really. She knew Illyana, liked to think of them as friends. and now Illyana was somewhere in her husband’s body and she was staring at her husband as a somewhat petite blonde girl.
“My brain hurts.”
Thor smiled at her. “So does mine. I really do have a headache.” He rubbed his head, and shivered. Illyana’s skin was softer than his, in some ways, but still different.
He hoped his love was not too out off by the way things were temporarily.
She handed over some aspirin. “Here, take these. God help you if it’s that time of the month.” She said it so casually, but couldn’t help the smirk.
He stuck out his tongue at her and swallowed back the pills, glad Illyana apparently had no more of a gag reflex than he did. “If it is, I will ask her about magical painkillers and comfort spells.”
“If those exist, I hope she can share, in exchange for taking very good care of her body,” Natasha retorted. “Are you thirsty?”
Thor laughed. “Not a bad idea. And yes, please. We exchanged dos and donts. Drinking is on the allowed list.” He nodded.
“I meant water, but I think something harder does sound good.” Natasha poured them some vodka and then came back, handing Thor a glass.
Thor sipped it, and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Good. Very good. This body isn’t a terrible one, but every move of mine is off in this body. If there was trouble, I’d be about useless.” He did not like that.
“You’re not used to it. It’s more nimble, more flexible. She must rely less on raw strength, but I suspect she has her own power to tap into. Given time....” Which she prayed would never be too long.
“And I hope I don’t have the time to figure it out. Maybe this will be a quick one.” Thor nodded and sipped more vodka. “I may need more vodka. I may need to call Illyana and ask her how much she can drink.” Hmmm.
“Yes and yes to both. I’ll get you more, you call. And then...and then...” Natasha got this gleam in her eyes. “And then we are going to play dress up.”
Thor eyed her, then grinned. “Why not? Clothing dressing sounds like fun!” And he winked at her. A lot of fun.
A phone call later, he was sipping more vodka. “Apparently a lot, is the answer.”
“I never got to dress up my female friends anywhere near enough,” she replied, sinking back onto the couch and closing her eyes for a moment.
Thor smiled and stroked a hand along her arm, gentle touches. “Well, I appreciate it. If I am going to wear this body for, well, however long this is going to be, I want to look really good, especially for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll take pictures and she can keep anything we buy after. I have a good eye for color and hopefully she’ll appreciate the gifts.”
“I’m sure she will.” Thor smiled softly at her. He liked just being with Natasha, even in the middle of an OC weirdness.
“How are you feeling?”
Natasha snuggled in like she was used to snuggling with a woman. “Only a little weirded out. Honestly I can think of worse people. Tony. Or god, Clint. That would just be awkward.”
Even if she missed him.
“I’ve been dreaming again, too.”
Thor hugged her tight, and stroked her back, and relaxed for the first time since the swap. Better, much better. And he nodded. “Very much so. Weird, and awkward, and annoying. but... yes.” He kissed her hair, softly.
“It mirrors my dream life but the details are different. Some of the people. I don’t know what to make of it.” She closed her eyes and sighed.
Thor kissed her hair and nodded. “I’m sorry. I wonder if I will dream new things, and new events.” He was worried and curious at the same time.
“You might. If you do, I’m sorry. At least things aren’t as terrible. I do have a husband.” She smiled fondly. “He’s not as good as you.”
Thor smiled at her. “You say the sweetest things.” He kissed her again and then relaxed. “Whatever else happens, as long as you are here, I can deal with it.”
“Remind me to ask her how she gets her skin so soft,” Natasha whispered, shivering. “You know, as long as I have breath in my body, I will help you deal with whatever.”
Thor smiled as he stroked her hair and nodded. “I know. We began as friends, and comrades, and we became closer, and lovers, and then fell in love. I think that’s why we can and will make it.”
“It doesn’t hurt that I’m enjoying the eye candy.” She gave him a little wink.
Thor snerked, and made a face at her, then kissed her, slow and hard. “You do have an eye for beauty, and you are the most beautiful woman I know.” He nodded, hands smoothing over her arms slowly.
Natasha gave a little groan, feeling a shiver down to her toes. “Naughty man. I do love you so.”
“And I love you. More than anything in the world that I know of.” He kissed her, slow, and then pulled back, smirking. “You are amazing.”
“I know I am. Do you want to shower? Then I can give you a nice back rub...” She winked.
Thor smirked and rose, putting his drink aside and held out his hand to her. “I’d like that, love, a very great deal.” And he smirked. “And I’ll return the favor.”
“Well then,” Natasha said, taking his hand. “Work some of that ‘magic’ on me, why don’t you?” Her eyes glimmered with mirth and love.
Thor pulled her close, and his eyes held hers. “As you wish.” And he spoke the one spell Illyana had given him, the only one she had, with a smirk, said would be useful. And suddenly, both he and Natasha were naked.
It was going to be one of those nights, Natasha decided. A very good night, and one she looked forward to. One last hurrah, as it were, with a woman. After all, it wasn't the body that mattered. It was the soul housed with in, and she was madly in love with that soul.