A/N: I know itâs been a while because I was facing a bit of a block, but Iâm back with the goods
Please note that this isnât Beta read and I literally just finished writing and uploaded so if there are mistakes Iâm so sorry
Also just a reminder, Mari is you, and you are Mari
Thank you and ich liebe dich!
Throughout the entire test, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out or throwing up or both. Not because you didnât know the answers but on the off chance that you ended up wasting Thorâs time.
âIâm going to fucking fail, I can feel it.â The thought ricocheted around your skull painful and obnoxious. Youâd been struggling with the same section for the past twenty minutes, the coolness of the whiteboard against your head doing nothing to comfort you. When you first realized you were struggling with the same section you held it together but the more you arrived at the wrong answer you could feel the hot heat of frustration rise in your face making the tips of your fingers tingle. Sagging against the whiteboard completely you admitted defeat. The emotion swelling, building up in your throat and behind your eyes. You werenât a crier, at least not in front of others. The innate need for perfection still gave you a hard time, and sensing failure made you feel less than, weak. You let your eyes close using only sheer will and a few deep breaths to get the tears to retract. It wasnât any easier once you felt him behind you. It was hard to ignore it, everything about him was grand, his presence, his smell, all of it enveloped you in a hazy cloud. A soft-spoken hey with fingertips barely grazing down against your arm. The same fingers reaching to slide the dangling marker from between yours.
âHey, look at me, whatâs wrong?â his voice low and rolling like soft rain.
Your body turning slowly it was almost like you could feel it pushing each particle out the way. Your eyes flutter open, looking straight ahead, seeing the individual fibers that made the shirt. There is no more energy in the tank to get your words to be more than a mumble.
âI could tell you the events leading to the rise of Hatshepsut as pharaoh or how botched the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand was. I could recite the Heartland Theory drunk. I can layer time and theory and politics as easy as I breathe. But-â your breath catches in your throat as you look at him through unshed tears.
âBut I canât get this,â eye contact breaking as you felt a piece of your heart break, tears flowing faster than your hands can swipe them away.
âItâs okay, youâre okay min lillie, take a breath please, for me. Now take a seat and explain it to me, itâs just you and me.â
Now that you were finished you wanted nothing more than to lay down and stop existing for a moment. Making your way to your dorm, you see the Jersey boys at the end of the hall with what looks like twenty boxes of pizza. A small huff passing your lips. Turning to face the door you could hear Gugu or G.W. For short, rummaging just behind the other side of the door. As terrible as her organizational skills were, in the beginning, she was a great source of encouragement, plus she picked up a few of your cleaning habits. However, you couldnât tell she remembered any of it with the clothes, thankfully, strewn about her side if the room.
âG.W. what in the hell are you doing? Why is,â you turn to peer into her closet, âalmost half of your closet out and about?â
âBabes itâs Friday, and you just had that test, so we need to loosen up,â she says with a smile
âWell, youâre coming along whether you like it or not.â
Seeing as thereâs no point in pitchinâ a fit with her now that her mindâs been made up you give in and let her pick out your outfit.
âSkirt, pants, or shorts?â
Pulling out a pair of high-waisted denim shorts rolled at the bottom and your Chucks, G.W. throws them on your bed. A pensive look pulls over Guguâs face as she tries to find a shirt that goes with the vision in her head. Thumbing through your closet proves to be futile, and she quickly moves to her belongings. Sifting through the mountain of clothes her hand reaches for a sheer black crop top.
âG.W. Iâm not wearing that,â nearly screeching, âI donât need eyes seeing or hands reaching!â
âChill out, itâs only for one man in particular, tall, blonde, Nordic. Ring any bells?â G.W. calmly responds back
Arguing with her on almost anything is futile the outfit was gonna end up on you. Settling in defeat, you watched as she pulled out a black sports bra that zipped in the front, the word BABY on one side while GIRL was written on the other. Your casket was sealed, there was no use in protesting. Trudging to the bathroom, you changed into the clothes. Stepping out you had to give props where props were due, you looked damn good.
âDamn if he doesnât wanna fuck I do.â
You roll your eyes at her antics. The girl was always jumpin somebody but she had good taste. Sitting down on G. W. âs bed you close your eyes and let her finish off the look. You could only faintly tell what was going on, but it was nice having someone else do all the work. Relaxing back into her you let yourself drift off.
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âOkay kiddo, letâs move.â
The temperature only dropped a little and was comfortable to walk in. Your mind began to drift to Thor.
I wonder if heâll be there? What if heâs not? What if he thinks Iâm a hoe? This outfit is a bit out there. Who cares? I care, but I shouldnât care about his opinion. I -
âMari. Mari! Weâre here.â
The dark brown door in front of you barely contained the activities going on behind it. The music billowed out from the minuscule cracks in the house and slightly open windows, giggles filtering around you, and wrapping you in an overage of energy. Gugu doesnât bother to knock and opens the door, stepping through. You followed behind ensure of what type of party you were actually participating in. Sweat, alcohol, and something else youâd rather not think about permeated the air as you looked around. Girls in laps, backs on fronts, and drinking games surrounded you. Without command your eyes found him surrounded by pale, medium, and badly tanned bodies of females vying for his attention. Backed into a wall, he looked cute trying to dodge around flirtatious comments and reaching hands.
âCome on letâs dance,â Gugu yells across the music
Back to back, you both playfully grind against each other and play dance enjoying being free from the monotony of life at college. All thoughts of Thor and concerns about your outfit long forgotten. After a while, the air shifts and tingles against your skin. The party has seemingly split into several factions: the Watchers, the Daredevils, and Wild. Taking the cue, you tell G.W. youâre going to the kitchen to get something to drink. Turning around the corner you find him standing there, back to you, and before you can backtrack, he turns making eye contact with you.
Thor was never taught to be a liar, Frigga made sure of that so it could be said that him wanting to devour Mari on the counters would be an understatement. It was strange to him, seeing you display so much skin, to him it felt like a century had gone by since heâd seen the brown that stretched along the curve of your body. But standing here now, before him, he felt the heat of jealousy rise in him as everyone got to see you like this. Unmarked and unclaimed as well. But more than your appearance, it seemed there was no longer a dark cloud hanging over you anymore. Good. Stalking closer to you, he could still smell the metallic bite of your blood, intoxicating him more along with the Asgardian mead heâd slipped in. Upon closer examination, he noticed you fidgeting with your fingers. He hadnât meant to make you nervous, but perhaps it would help in the end.
âMari, nice to finally see you,â spoken with a slick smirk at the end
You looked between his eyes as if to search for something to say, however, the moment was broken once someone yells Truth or Dare. The echo lingering in the air of the house. Leaning down he made sure to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
âLetâs play between us min lillie,â voice rasping
He sees the flash of hesitation between your eyes, but he knew you wouldnât back down that quickly. Flashing him a crooked grin you take the bait.
âTruth or Dare, Odinson?â
You knew you were getting yourself into hot water but when would this opportunity present itself again.
âIs there absolutely no girl who has caught your eye?â
âThere is one, intelligent and stunning really, just waiting for a sign,â
You looked at him incredulously. He thought dancing with him was a serious dare? There could be no way. With disbelief thick in your voice you clarified,
âDance how? Like normal?â
âNo. Like you want me, seduce me.â
You wouldnât back down, it wasnât in your nature. Virgin shyness be damned you knew your body could be a weapon, all you needed was the soundtrack to go with it. The universe, seemingly listening, let The Internetâs Special Affair filter into the kitchen. Taking your phone out your back pocket and sitting it on the counter you became a woman with a mission. Rolling your shoulders back you let the music slither through you. What started as a small of your hips, changed to sensual rolling of your body. Letting your hands roam where they wished, your body was lithe striding towards Thor. It was a struggle for him to maintain control of his friend down below when he wanted to touch you. Instead, he settled himself against the island and gripped the edge. Once you were close enough, he felt your hands settle against his chest. Pressing into him, he could feel everything. Slithering slowly down his body you waited till you were halfway down before rising back up. Nearing the end of the song you turn so you could feel him pressed into your back. Rolling your hips, you took his hands and guided them over you. Once the song came to an end, you knew that something about your friendship wasnât the same. Letting go of his hands you went to step away, the action cut short when firm hands gripped your waist and you were pressed between the island and Thor.
