“Why not call your mother?” Thor does one better about ignoring the mortals. They mean literally nothing to him and so he doesn’t even acknowledge their existence. Midgard technically falls under his protection, but the people die four or five times over between his visits and so they are of little use to him as far as subjects go. Or life goes, for that matter. It would be like greeting and asking after one’s breakfast each morning.
Not far away, Steve refuses to let Bucky gain the upper hand on their position. He’s heavier and stronger and he doesn’t mind demonstrating the fact as he has a genuine need to make Bucky understand that he’s capable and a worthy choice in mates. The struggling is normal, instinct tells him, though he can smell the fear on Bucky and that alone stops Steve from going overboard with his own sudden hormone all urge. He breaths somewhat suggestively against Bucky’s neck and ear, however. “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re with me and I have you,” he says, only partially soothingly.
Thor drops the hammer in his hand and it falls with a clunk beside him, kicking up more grass.
“I enjoy being of service to you and to yours but surely, Loki could have come to your aid...?” And maybe Loki is already here, says the hope in his voice.
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“Why not call your mother?” Thor does one better about ignoring the mortals. They mean literally nothing to him and so he doesn’t even acknowledge their existence. Midgard technically falls under his protection, but the people die four or five times over between his visits and so they are of little use to him as far as subjects go. Or life goes, for that matter. It would be like greeting and asking after one’s breakfast each morning.
Not far away, Steve refuses to let Bucky gain the upper hand on their position. He’s heavier and stronger and he doesn’t mind demonstrating the fact as he has a genuine need to make Bucky understand that he’s capable and a worthy choice in mates. The struggling is normal, instinct tells him, though he can smell the fear on Bucky and that alone stops Steve from going overboard with his own sudden hormone all urge. He breaths somewhat suggestively against Bucky’s neck and ear, however. “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re with me and I have you,” he says, only partially soothingly.
Thor drops the hammer in his hand and it falls with a clunk beside him, kicking up more grass.
“I enjoy being of service to you and to yours but surely, Loki could have come to your aid...?” And maybe Loki is already here, says the hope in his voice.