Thor Odinson is a flummox. (thepowerofthor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-16 08:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), thor odinson |
Who: Thor and Natasha
Where: Her room
What: Thor visits his girlfriend, worrying about her.
When: 1/14, after this log
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for some sexyfun touching and fluff
StatusComplete!
Thor settled to Natasha’s bedside as she slept. Seemed like everyone who was sick either slept a lot, or stalled somewhere between sleep and awakeness. he was worried, and growing more so by the day. He visited every day, sometimes more than once. Watching Natasha die or start to, was a wake up call to the fact that he would likely outlive everyone here. And he shivered. That would be... not fun. He shook his head, then and looked at her, this woman he cared about. Did he love her? No, but he thought he could come to, someday. And he trusted and respected her like he never had another person. She made him smile alot, and now...
A single tear slid down his cheek as he reached out and held one of her hands, just watching over her, waiting. He wouldn’t disturb her otherwise, and he would just stay here, for awhile. This was as good a place as any.
And better than most, for she was here.
A finger reached up, brushing at Thor’s cheek, as Natasha’s eyes opened. She gave him a tired smile. Having someone there when she woke up, and when she gave into exhaustion meant more to her than she’d admit, even to herself. It was a complex thing, and complex emotions that she felt. Mostly she didn’t feel so lonely anymore. Surrounded by people, and friends, and she’d always felt a little apart. Around Thor, she didn’t.
Her hand cupped the man’s cheek. “Nyet, no tears."
Thor smiled softly, taking her hand and kissing it. “Hello, my dear. And I cry, I fear, without meaning to. But I will try to not do so. I fear I am not Russian enough to stop entirely.” His smile was teasing as he looked at her fondly, warmly. She was so beautiful, even here and now.
“How was your sleep?”
“It’s very sweet, but you shouldn’t. You should save your tears for those who need them.” Natasha got a sad look on her face. She’d been dreaming about New York again. Knowing that those things were actually out there was a sobering thought. They’d have to be vigilant. If - no, when - she recovered, she’d have to dedicate more time to the Agency. It wasn’t SHIELD, but it would do.
She thought they needed a shield . The Agency could be a coverup, and the Avengers could respond to the really big things, but she thought they needed something for other types of responses. She’d have to bring it up with Clint and Fury. “I slept well.”
“I cry where I will, Natasha. And sometimes... “ He sighed. “It has been a long week, and I am dreaming again.” New York was on his mind, too, now, and he was tired. The knowledge of what had happened there was hard to swallow. That other realm’s Loki was broken and twisted and it hurt Thor to even think of it.
“Good. At least there is that.” He gently stroked her forehead, her face, and her neck lightly. Where his fingers went, warmth followed, not much, but some. Thor was slowly learning how to use his powers in more subtle ways.
Natasha leaned into Thor’s touch. It was warm, and comforting, and helped make things feel a little better. She could allow herself that, right? It wasn’t wrong to need comfort. “I wish I could chase the dreams away.”
He scooted closer, almost on the bed, and let himself stroke her, touch her, want her. “I wish we both could, but we cannot. Still, dreams of you make the dreams better, both the memories of you, and the more interesting dreams.” He grinned, making an attempt at a loving leer. Under the circumstances, it probably looked like he was sick.
Natasha laughed. It sounded like razor blades rattling around in her lungs. “You were much more insufferable in the dreams. Just as heroic, and handsome. But insufferable.” He was still insufferable, but right now, it was a charming sort of insufferable.
He winced at the sound, but internally whooped at her laughing and wanting to. He grinned at her. “I am sorry. I do not like my dream self, he was... dumb.” Not utterly stone dumb, but incredibly bad decisions dumb.
He leaned down and kissed her nose lightly, then her lips, gently.
“He was inexperienced, arrogant and a little full of himself. And foolish. And egotistical.” She managed to say those words before he kissed her, then threaded her fingers in his hair. She gazed into Thor’s eyes. “But that is there, not here. Here, you’re not inexperienced.”
Her eyes glinted in amusement.
He blushed and grinned a little. “Here, I am only interested now in experience with you.” he paused, then kissed her again. “This reminds me. When this plague is over, shooting on movies begins. I have a script for you to look at, the part was talking to you about?” The one with the sex scene with his character in it.
"I'm still interested.” Doubly so now. She couldn’t wait to work with him, and in the role he’d spoken about she thought it could both be fun and a departure from her usual roles. Besides, they could have fun with the paparazzi that way, too! Love on the set!
“Good.” he fished the script out of his shirt and handed it over to her. “Something to read when i am not haunting your bedside, and something to laugh at when you find some of the dialogue.” Thankfully, it would go through at least two more versions before final shooting. Only his newfound star level had allowed him an early script.
“Thank you so much, Lyubof,” she replied, taking the script and opening to the first page. “I could use a laugh. I’m sure the dialogue is as ridiculous as the Black Widow movie they tried to sell me on once.”
Thor nodded. “I hear they are actually hiring a real screenwriter, but who knows if that will make it worse, or better.” He winked at her, relaxing as he watched her, and gently stroking one of her shoulders.
"Maybe a little bit of both. Expect more explosions and cleavage." She didn't really mind. It would be fun, and she'd have to exercise to get her bulk up a bit. A warrior woman should have muscles and tone. She had both, but she figured a little extra would be good.
Thor smirked. “You and I with that? The fan boys and girls won’t know what hit them.” He scooted closer, running one hand gently along her arm, caressing and comforting, and smiling softly.
Natasha lifted her hand, caressing at Thor’s arm, then playfully patted his stomach, and a little lower than that. “No, they won’t, but we’ll give them plenty to talk about, da?”
He groaned lightly. His own hand moved to gently stroke her chest lightly through her hospital gear. “Yes we will, and we will have fun, doing it.” He smirked,. I wonder if the director would be mad if simulated sex became real sex on the set?”
"Thor!" Natasha started to laugh, then cough, and blush. But she didn't say no.
“Say no, and I stop. But I have wanted to touch you for days...” His hand went to her gown front and slipped inside, slowly, so she could stop him. And if not, well, his hand would soon be gently stroking and cupping her breasts, one then the other.
Tasha's eyes closed, and she arched into Thor's touch. She didn't say no, but her breathing deepened, and came even more ragged than usual. One of her hands tugged at his belt, and she smirked.
Thor slid his hand back, worried by the way she breathed, and then tweaked a nipple, gently. “No hyperventilating, dear.” He stroked her breast lightly, then down her body under her covers, and between her legs lightly.
Her hand on his belt made him smirk back and his other hand helped undo it, and his zipper, so that she could, if she liked, reach in.
"You have a way of taking my breath away. Just make sure you give it back this time, as I'm low on breath to begin with." She opened her eyes again, gasping and gazing at him. They were a darker emerald from desire. She did indeed reach in. She couldn't do much, but she could at least do this.
“As you wish, my dear.” Thor bent his head to her and lips to hers, and his eyes flickered like lightning. There was a shimmering at their kiss and energy would flow to her along with breath, even as he touched her, stroking her, and gently caressing her below and above.
Her hand in his pants made him groan. “Your touch, even that, feels incredible.”
Tasha just groaned, not wasting breath on anything like words right now. She needed to remember what living felt like, and Thor was more than capable of helping with that. She teased him with her hand, before breaking the kiss to cough against his neck. God, that wasn't sexy at all!
Thor slowly eased away and smiled softly at her. “More can wait until you are well. then we will celebrate, yes?” He set his and her clothing to rights.
"Thor, I won't let you out of the bedroom for a week. Or the kitchen. I've always wanted to do it outdoors..."
Thor smirked. “Kitchen, bedroom, front room, outside,. the park...the new quarry I own where I almost died... I have a list at home.” He chuckled.
“Da? We shouldn’t exhaust it in one week.” She waved a hand dismissively, her tone imperious and diva. “Make a new list for the second week, darling.”
Thor laughed and smirked at her. “As you wish, dear one. Maybe I’ll buy some toys to play with.” He winked at her, but was half-serious. He had already cleaned her place after finding her there. Adding in some new things for fun times would be a pleasure.
“Good, I’ll want a strap-on.” She sounded serious. Maybe she was!
“I already bought you one of those, or, actually, three.” His grin was evil, and smirky He was serious. Maybe. Probably.
.Natasha’s laugh dissolved into coughing fits yet again, but it was worth it!
Thor smiled softly, content. Hje could live in this moment. And he was glad, He helped her drink some water, and he smiled, and he was not about to leave. This was where he belonged.
FIN