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[lightsiided]

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[lightsiided]

@othunderous sent:

leia is on the floor playing with her toys. rey lays, back pressed to his chest, on the couch with thor. her, nose in the pages of a book and him, an arm around her while he rests his eyes. getting comfortable had come with it giggles when he had opted not to otherwise occupy himself; rey says he sounds like such a dad. it has been a few moments since he’s opened them, at first staring mindlessly at the ceiling, and then curiously eyeing the book as rey quietly turns a page. aside from the clumsy slamming of toys together, the room and house around them is quiet. serene. thor smiles, inclining his head forward just enough to press a kiss to his wife’s head. returning to his original laid back position is when he sees it. movement in the corner of his eye. instinctually, he looks to it, and what he sees briefly freezes him. “rey,” he says, firmly, then louder: “rey. rey! baby, she’s —- she’s walking!” his joy and delight grows; laughing excitedly, he nearly knocks everything over in his hurry to sit up. wife included. “she’s walking! where’s my phone?!” without tearing his eyes away from leia, who slowly stomps her way across her play mat, cooing and giggling and swaying, he pats himself to find it. not in any of his pockets, not on the arm of the couch. fuck! he left it upstairs. “get your phone! baby, get your phone!”

     she startles, sitting up quickly where she had been relaxed against thor's chest. his sudden movement jostles her, and her book clatters to the floor. later, she'll have to find her place on the page again, but now, it's the LAST thing rey cares about.

her wide eyes are trained on their baby, who's currently taking decisive, carefree steps across the mat spread on the floor. leia seems to be absolutely DELIGHTED by her new skill; her squeals grow louder as her confidence builds. "holy shit," rey breathes, captivated.

for the last few weeks, leia has certainly been trying to walk. she's mostly taken a few steps, concentrating ferociously, with rey or thor holding her hands. but now she's doing it all by herself, and rey is just as THRILLED by the development as their daughter seems to be.

"right!" she exclaims, jolting to action. her grandparents will want to see this. rey scrambles to get her own phone off the coffee table and open the camera, fumbling to tap 'record' before the MAGIC ends. leia is almost at the edge of the mat. "go, baby, go," she encourages, "you're doing so great!"

after a moment, she reaches the edge. the mat is only an inch or so off the floor, but the change is too much -- leia wobbles, then falls back down onto her butt with another loud laugh. she looks back at rey and thor, clapping her hands. rey's quick to rush over, BEAMING. "look at you go! you're walking."

[adamdrivers]

“People talk about [Rey’s] potential and all this stuff, and she says, ‘I’m scared by what I’m feeling.’ What I always loved about her is that she tries to see the good in things and she’s hopeful. And she hopes that what she thinks is there, is there.” - Daisy Ridley

[lightsiided]

modern thor hugging her and squeezing her tight, “i love you so much”

     the sound she makes is between a squeal and a laugh. rey grins widely, her face scrunching up with delight. "i love you, too, baby."

she squirms a little, though she has absolutely zero DESIRE to dislodge herself from thor's hold. there's nothing in the world better than one of his tight hugs, and being snug in his arms at this moment feels particularly fantastic.

an unopened bottle of champagne sits in a bucket of ice on the counter. it's waiting to be opened, but they're waiting for dinner to pop the cork, and they can't order their takeout until the movers have FINISHED unloading her things.

it's more stuff than rey realized it would be. she hadn't realized she owned so many THINGS until they had to be boxed up and loaded onto the truck and driven over here. and that's without most of her furniture, given thor's been living in his house for years already.

though he's promised to let her make a few decorating CHOICES, now, leaving rey giddy with possibility. plus, he'd been there while she sorted hrough her things for items to donate, so in rey's eyes, her knickknacks and photos and stuffed animals have already been approved for display.

she rubs her face into his shoulder, thinking about mixing her books in with his on the bookshelves. there's lots of space on them, now -- thor only had them installed once she'd agreed to move in -- but they'll soon be stuffed full. rey's stomach feels swarmed with butterflies at the thought, her heart squeezing TIGHT in her ribs.

he really wants her to feel at home here. over the preceding weeks, he's made room for her wherever she's asked, conceded to any question or point she's raised about the house. they're even having pasta from rey's favorite restaurant tonight, and thor dutifully didn't comment when she wrote out the long list of appetizers she wanted at eleven o'clock in the morning because she was too EXCITED to wait.

tomorrow the landscaper will come to discuss what's possible for her garden. her face presses more firmly into thor's arm; then, her mouth opens to playfully bite at the sleeve of his shirt. "this is so great," she says nonsensically, thinking about it all at once -- the plans for the garden, putting her books away upstairs, laying the quilt leia had made for her over the back of the sofa. her brain's moving too quickly to articulate precisely WHAT has her so thrilled.

though surely he knows it's all of it. EVERYTHING.

"i'm so happy i'm here," she sighs ANYWAY, just in case he doesn't. he will, now.

he will, tomorrow. and he will, always.

@othunderous

[othunderous]

there is little for thor to draw comparison to.  change is inevitable — to that he is not immune, but he doesn’t experience it the way humans do.  change happens often, for them; the traversal through time feels different.  remaining at war for a decade is nothing to him.  the fight comes and goes— once, he’d been at war for more than forty years.  it felt to him what, to a human, would feel like mere months.

it is difficult for him to comprehend.  especially when most of the daunting changes he’s faced were bad ones.  this one is good — but no less frightening.  that, he knows.

“it is real,” is what he decides on after a stretch of quiet stillness.  his eyes watch her carefully.  “and to stand here, with the end in sight is a good thing.  but… that doesn’t make it any less overwhelming.”  there is a softness in his eyes.  not pity, but something akin to the understanding he aims for.  “some things feel as though they may last forever.  though we know nothing truly does, to be faced with that reality—— it can shake you.  nothing will be the same from this day forward.”

shifting along the booth seat, he inches himself closer to her.  only when he can feel her warmth does he stop, gliding his own plate along the tabletop to move with him.  he looks back to his partially eaten meal, picking at it once more.  “it’s more than alright to acknowledge the weight of that.  to sit with it.  to allow yourself to feel all that you feel about it.”

looking over, fondess passes from him to her.  but beyond fondness; loyalty.  devotion.  promise.  “and i will be here.  every step, every moment.  you will never feel… abandoned by me again.”

[lightsiided]

     rey leaves her food be for a moment, looking up at thor as he slides closer. she tries for a small smile, the corners of her mouth lifting up slightly. "thank you," she says quietly, "that's exactly what i meant. it's just that... this war has taken so much of my life from me. i never really thought about what would happen AFTER." though now she can.

she pulls her leg up onto the booth with her so she can lean in closer to thor. the warmth of his body is a comfort to her, and she's quiet for a moment as she soaks in the FAMILIARITY of this moment: the rations, the falcon, the two of them alone together. not everything is changing just yet. thor still knows just what to say to make her feel better.

though the expression on her face wavers slightly as he continues. rey feels GUILT stir inside her, suddenly and quickly. it's not that what thor says is untrue -- she had felt abandoned by him -- but she hates to think of him chastising himself after experiencing such an ordeal already. an ordeal that she caused.

her chin rests on her knee as she considers what she might want to say. finally, she speaks. "i never want us to be apart again." that seems like a good place to start -- it is TRUE, of course. "at the same time, i don't want you to... dwell on our problems of the last five years. the same way you don't want me to dwell on what just happened."

the future is theirs to enjoy. they should try to do so while things remain relatively uncomplicated, rey thinks. "i know it's not as easy as just forgetting about everything and starting over, but... i want us to be happy." her voice is lowered, as if she's too shy to admit as much. or, maybe she's worried if she speaks too loudly, she'll scare the idea of their happiness AWAY.

[othunderous]

“well,” he exhales, settling comfortably to the new position; to remain as close to eye to eye as they can, he must hold her off the ground, “i would be much better if the small jedi i’d been expecting were available. but i suppose you will make a fine enough replacement.” brief is the little huff of laughter beneath his breath following his teasing. he inches his head forward, leaving another peck on her lips.

“i have been… better.” speaking more seriously now. though it isn’t entirely the truth, it is neither entirely dishonest. thor is trying to be better. in the short couple of months since they found him, the world has continued spinning.

the tragedy still clings to the universe, claws sunk in deep. devastation at such a scale… recovery will be slow. but they must continue moving.

“val says hello. and steve, natasha. new asgard is… settling well.” speaking of asgard without thinking of its lost associations is impossible; they flash through his mind without warning nor permission. they always do. he falters for only half a second, the catch of breath neigh-imperceptible. nightmares and agony come and gone in merely a fraction of a second. thor smiles. “many of them are fascinated to integrate with the midgardians and see how they live. so… it has been a joy to bear witness to, to say the least. but those stories can be shared later.”

carefully is she lowered, but not to the ground. maintaining his hold on her waist, he angles rey to stand atop his boots. with a laugh, he steps slowly forward, carrying her along with him.

“what have i missed here, jedi of perfectly respectable size? how fares the resistance?”

[lightsiided]

     she nods, the smile on her face tempering. of course he has been better. they all have, rey included, although there have been several unexpected positives uncovered in this latest TRAGEDY. gently, she runs her hands over his arms, pressing a little closer. "i hope you told them all i said hello, too. they're... welcome to come visit? if it would help to -- get away." it helps thor, she thinks, but maybe it's the fact that his friends aren't here that helps. and the fact that rey is, of course.

the people of new asgard are so resilient. those that remain have started over; hearing they are settling at all seems amazing rey, let alone that they are settling WELL. "that's great," she says gently. "i'm so happy to hear that. yes, i want to know all about it."

rey laughs, taking care to remain perched on the tops of thor's boots as they shuffle along together. it's nice not to have to crane her neck so far to be able to look him in the eye. "things here are alright," she says diplomatically. the OTHERS aren't doing as well as rey is. the truth is that without kylo ren lurking in the back of her mind her head feels clearer -- more pleasant to be inside of. it's as if she has suddenly been healed of a mysterious illness.

but the loss of their friends is ever-present. everywhere rey turns, she's reminded that rose isn't here. that leia isn't here. her mouth twists. "the first order is still off the grid," she continues after a moment, clearing her throat. "no word from our informants yet, beyond confirming they're still in position. so, really, all we can do... is WAIT."

she raises her arms to place her hands on thor's shoulders. "can i interest you in dinner? we found some fruit today."

[freezegirl]

"i'm down for whatever so long as it's comfy and cute." you gotta look the part, after all. and as aunt rey teases her, kie laughs. "yeah, well, i'd like to add layla, magenta, zach and ethan to that list. oh, and farzana and jawaharel. and then i'm done."

which is a great segue into: "i'll let you know what he says." running a hand through her hair, the younger of the two chuckles afterwards, adding: "of course you can also handle me at my best and---" the rest of her sentence gets forgotten once aunt rey's last sentence registers. "---wait, what did you teach uncle thor? other than swordplay? saberplay?"

[lightsiided]

     "you sound so surprised!" rey laughs, scrunching up her face to try and look OFFENDED. she supposes she could be, if she thought khione seriously understimated her. there are several things she's taught thor over the years, after all. he was far from a skilled pilot when they met, but now he flies adequately. to say nothing of the fact that he couldn't wield a saber at all when she first handed him his.

she huffs, playing along. "it's much MORE than simple swordplay. but beyond using a saber, i also had to teach him to meditate." he'd never liked it before, and still doesn't, rey supposes, but it doesn't detract from the fact that she'd taught him how to do it properly. "AND how to fly a real ship and -- lots of other things, too!"

[othunderous]

“i will be exceedingly charming,” he obliges whilst they move about one another.  plates lay out before them, awaiting their respective portions of dinner.  thor heats the tea they’ll be drinking, sweetening it to the best of his ability— hers a little moreso than his.  rey sets the food upon the plates, he carries the drinks.

thor speaks as he walks.  “i wouldn’t judge you if you decided to guilt trip them ahead of whatever meal may be awaiting us.  is it manipulative?  yes.  such is the way of politics.  perhaps they’ll provide us with dessert.”  the smile on his face is easy; he sits with a sigh, eyeing his food, immediately beginning to pick it apart.

but when he looks at her, the shift is noticeable.  it isn’t upset — he doesn’t think.  but something in the mood, in the air around them has just changed.  hands pause, his chewing coming to a slow stop.

“is there something on your mind?”

[lightsiided]

     rey hesitates, taking another bite to buy herself a moment. she pokes at the rehydrated vegetables, admiring the way they still remain SHRIVELED despite the water that's been dumped all over them. "i feel.... strange," she admits, after a moment.

it isn't her health. she was honest when she said she'd felt much better. rey knows her life force is mostly regenerated -- the oddness she feels is deep within her. she sips her tea, considering. "for so long, the war was... EVERYTHING. now it's just -- over."

not entirely, but it's as good as. and she's without leia. without luke. and with no idea what might be NEXT.

rey has spent the last several years training to fight the first order. she has barely allowed herself to think about anything else. now the future is unspooled before her with its endless possibilities, which is wonderful, sure, but... TERRIFYING, at the same time.

"i guess i never let myself think about this part," she says quietly. "so it's weird. it almost doesn't seem REAL."

[othunderous]

“they cannot be avoided forever.”  ever so small is the hint of amusement in this throat as he says it; nevertheless, one of his hands lifts to gently palm her cheek, thumb stroking across the rise just beneath her eye.  it is so nice to see her smile.  for reasons unknown—— or, rather, reasons he doesn’t wish to dwell on—— it brings an ache to his chest.  “but we will see how much of the… diplomacy and politics can be delegated elsewhere.  if need be, i can speak to them for you.”

that said, his fingers wrap delicately around her wrist so he may pull her forward.  the co-generals, when last he checked, were occupying their tent, staring at screens as they attempted to organize all the new incoming information & devise plans.  they were in much the same positions upon returning.

rey was right.  even those who had denied or, worse, ignored the resistance’s begging for aid are now reaching out.  thor doesn’t harbor any ill will toward them.  people have their reasons for not wanting to defy an oppressive force—— fear is a powerful, unfortunately effective, tool.

of those many worlds now willing to lend a land, to fight back against the crumbling order, rey and thor are to begin assisting.  they will leave in the morning.  now, he’s directed her to retreat to the falcon while he finds something for them to eat.  picking through what remains of the night’s rations, he thinks— soon, this will be over.  

with handfuls of veg-meat and protein bars, thor steps aboard the falcon for the night and closes the ramp behind him.  he makes his way to the game table, dropping the contents atop it with a sigh.  rey walks out, and he looks over to her with a shake of his head.  “this is sad,” he laments, pointing a disproving finger at the food.  to himself, he promises to prepare a fine dinner for them once time allows.  once responsibilities aren’t so pressing. "how likely are any of these world leaders to assist in delivering fresh, delicious meals to the resistance?"

[lightsiided]

     it all feels less taxing with thor by her side. rey allows herself to feel JOYFUL, even, that the conflict that has been weighing on her for so long is over. there's still so much to be done, but things won't be like they have been. tomorrow will be a brand new day in the galaxy, unlike anything she's ever experienced before. through their conversations with the generals, and their planning of the next few days, it's that thought that keeps her feeling buoyant for the first time in a long time.

eventually they retire to the falcon, rey's exhaustion catching up to her. she spends what's probably too long in the sonic shower, then rubs bacta on her scrapes and bruises and braids her hair for sleep. she hears the door lock at the same time rey feels the happy warmth of thor coming close to her again. she laughs as she moves to meet him in the main hull. "they're not so bad," rey says easily, reaching to take the rations from his hands. "actually, i kind of LIKE THEM."

there's a domesticity to the process of hydrating the polystarch bread in the kitchen with thor standing beside her. they've had lots of meals on board the falcon together, so he knows where the cups and bowls are -- how rey takes her tea. "i guess since we're meeting with our new allies tomorrow, it's a GIVEN they'll be feeding us something nice."

she and thor are meant to be heading to the core worlds at first light. rey knows very little about the tangenine sector, but she suspects the resources they've been trying to curry for years will suddenly become available and plentiful. she shakes her head. "you'll have to do the bulk of the CHARMING for me."

quickly, she dishes out two equal portions of food, walking them over to the table so they can eat together. it's very STRANGE, thinking this might be the last time she eats an imperial ration. it's a good thing, yes, but... everything is about to change. rey's face falls as she rips her bread in two, using it to scoop up some vegetables and their sauce.

[jundlcndwastes]

It was sort of funny to think about, really. Juniper had grown up watching her dad get himself into all kinds of trouble with a variety of people - smugglers, pirates, criminals, and politicians with deep pockets and even deeper connections. He used to tell her he'd pick dealing with those kinds of shady people any day of the week over aiding either the Resistance or the First Order. It was a dangerous place to get in bed with. There were too many watchful eyes and traitors.

Pledging your allegiance to a cause only extended so far when credits were involved, and people were too willing to flip for the next highest paying client. He'd told her that the galaxy never changed. Someone was always fighting someone. Besides, he'd said, he had been around when the Empire was destroyed, and this was only history repeating itself, as history so often did. The galaxy would always be at war, and peace was only a state of mind.

Juniper used to look at the galaxy through his eyes until she found herself not wanting to be stagnant anymore. Getting into fist fights with pirates was fun, and she enjoyed the adrenaline rush of escaping a client she owed money to by zipping from one star system to the next. But this felt bigger than any of that, and if she could do something as simple as helping a member of the Resistance hitch a ride to the next order of business, then it was the least she could do.

Juniper scoffed, prompting her to dig her spoon through her own bowl of oatmeal. ❝ I'd like to see the First Order think they're welcome on my ship. ❞ Though they did walk around like they had the right to be anywhere they wanted, including on someone else's property. There weren't enough credits in the whole galaxy to persuade her to fight on their side. Something told her, too, that her father would agree, even if he didn't acknowledge it out loud.

She sighed as she thought about her answer and leaned back in her seat. ❝ Wherever the next job takes me, I suppose. Maybe there's something I can pick up in this system. The First Order has caused so much disruption and unrest in my line of business that it's been hard to manage any work at all. ❞

[lightsiided]

     Rey smiles down at her bowl. It's nice to think that there are some people in the galaxy that still feel that way. It can all seem FUTILE, sometimes -- when the people they ask for aid won't help. When the majority of the galaxy seems content to stand by and watch how the war plays out. Hearing Juniper deride the First Order so openly is a comfort.

It gives her hope.

"Really?" Most people tend to say the OPPOSITE -- that the war has been good for business. It was like that during the time of the Empire, too, Rey thinks -- or at least she's inferred from the stories she's been told. Life on Jakku was always the same, so far removed from central galactic politics that the goings-on never swayed things one way or another. "How so?"

It's interesting to think her life could have turned out this way. If she had taken work with Han, or left Jakku on her own, Rey suspects she would be the one sitting where Juniper is. She would be outside of the conflict instead of in the middle of it. What would that be like? Who might she have become if not a JEDI?

The idea is too surreal to consider. Most of the time, Rey knows she's exactly where she's meant to be. That the future unfolds how the force intends. But lately, the war has been a heavy weight atop her shoulders. Nothing seems to be turning out right, or even the way she expects. She drags her spoon through the last bite of her oatmeal, then finishes it off quickly. There's no knowing when she'll have a hot meal AGAIN.

"You could always stick around, if you wanted," Rey says, after a moment. "We never turn away pilots. There's PLENTY to be done."

[othunderous]

she looks radiant in her wedding dress.

late evening sun— its glow swimming across the sky in rich hues of orange and pink— has begun to retreat its shine upon them.  sounds of celebration surround him; joyful conversation, laughter, the clink of utensils and glasses, music the guests dance to.  a more perfect day couldn’t exist.  thor is taking it all in— having parted from the gathered group of resistance men speaking before they dispersed to indulge in more food, refill their drinks, seek out other friends.  though he currently stands alone, the delight is worn so plainly on his face.  

how much it means to him to be standing here could seldom be put into words.  seeing everyone enjoying themselves —— in the name of his union with rey —— after such arduous times brings a pleasant ache to his chest.  thor isn’t plagued with thoughts of what has happened nor who should be here.  he is present in the moment, savoring as many of the details he can.

especially her.  

rey’s hands are joined with rose and kaydel’s in the center of it all.  above the noise, he hones in on her laugh, pouring wondrously out into the open.  the petals of the flowers carefully woven into her hair move with her.  the sparkle in her eyes, accentuated by the crinkles and the dimples and the white of her dress, makes his heart skip.  there she is — the most beautiful bride in all the universe.  and she is his, he hers.  thor can’t help it; a smile of his own stretches, an involuntary chuckle bubbling and releasing from within.

without taking his eyes off of her, he finishes the only drink he’s had for the night, and sets it atop the table behind him.  when he turns back to continue his admiration, rey is walking up to him, and they face one another with mirrored, unbridled happiness.

@lightsiided asks, “would you care for a dance?”

“i would like nothing more,” he says, taking her offered hand and guiding her back to the dance floor.  they have joined here a couple times throughout the day and evening.  they have danced slowly, pressed closely, the rest of the world falling away.  they have had their fun; boisterous cheering and laughter had followed thor swiftly, and without error, dipping and flipping the bride.  approaching the center of the moving bodies, he lifts their joined hands to twirl her.

he brings her back, and momentarily cranes his head with laughter.

“i’m pleased to see you enjoying yourself.  i don’t know that i have ever heard you laugh quite as much as you have today, nor as hard.  and the flush in your cheeks speaks for itself.”  tenderly, his fingers graze against the faintly tinted red skin, falling then to her chin, then his hand find its place at her waist.  

if he looks up, he will see the first stars of the night beginning to twinkle amongst the fading light of day.  the air cools, but they will keep moving for hours to come and remain perfectly warm.

thor leans forward to tilt his head against hers with a hum.  “you look as lovely as ever,” he admits in a hushed tone, rubbing the tips of their noses together.  “i… have shared this sentiment many times, i know, but i must say — i cannot believe my good fortune in finding you.”  and she already knows, because he has sworn it to her in front of everyone here, that that fortune will be cherished as long as he shall draw breath.

and even after that.

“i know how it sounds, knowing i have seen so many days, and years, and centuries… and one would think that, after so much time, bouts of happiness cannot compete with one another, but this just may be the happiest day of my life.”  almost shyly does he smile at her, tilting his head, his eyes unwavering from hers.  “and that is due, mostly, to you.  i want to thank you for that.  don’t,” he interrupts himself by pressing his lips to hers once, twice, again, “say what i know you’re going to say.  thor,” his voice rises in an attempt to mimic her (fails marvelously), “you don’t need to thank me for the simple act of loving you.” 

before he’s even concluded, his own amusement fractures the act, and his cheeks ache with his laughter.  in a moment, it fades, and he’s serious again.  “but i do.  i do need to thank you, for making me… as deliriously happy as you have.  the road that has lead us here has been long and treacherous.  you should be appreciated for your efforts.”

another spin sees her turned in his arms; when he reels her back, they face the same direction, lightly swaying, and he winds his arms snugly around her.  leaning forward once more until his chin can press to her shoulder.

“when would you like for me to make it rain for you?”

[freezegirl]

"yeah, it is cool. though i wouldn't know for the life of me how to, you know, circumvent the whole touching thing. i mean, i don't hurt you, or uncle thor, or will. or warren. but everyone else? it only needs to be a brush of the fingers. a bit of skin to skin contact and boom, warmth siphoning initiated."

the younger of the two runs her hand through her hair. "i'm willing to try meditation, though. used to do it intermittently way back when. i think i should get back to it."

which is a good segue into: "which people did you encounter?" and also: "i'll ask uncle thor if he wants to start training with me and if he has time for it and if he's in the right headspace for it. i think he'd be one of the few people who would be able to handle it if i go full throttle."

after all, there's a lot more power in her than she shows regularly.

"exhausted and annoyed, huh?" her lips curl upwards. "that's when you know you've had a good one. i think my best figure skating training sessions are the ones where i'm super duper exhausted at the end. it's a signifier that i've given it my all once again."

[lightsiided]

     "there has to be something you can wear," rey murmurs, mind already racing as she tries to think through their options. with access to both SCIENCE and MAGIC, rey would think a solution must be possible, though kie has likely already taken this train of thought before. "although that's a pretty solid group you've mentioned. what more do you need?" now her voice is playful as she teases her.

rey knows thor will be delighted by the question. she can picture already how PROUD he'll be to be the person khione has entrusted with the task, to say nothing of how much fun he'll have training with her. "trust me, he'll want to make the time for it," she assures. "he'll be honored you've asked."

and they both adore spending time with kie. still -- "i am a little offended you don't think i could handle you at your best." not everyone can be thor, but rey thinks she's PLENTY strong. "i've trained lots of people before, you know! i've even taught thor a few things."

[othunderous]

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[othunderous]

stark has left behind much to their disposal.  It isn’t that, in the days before rey’s arrival, they were lacking in resources.  merely lacking in ideas, and execution.  figuring out how to work the scanners was easy enough, with rey’s help.  showing her how to properly program them had taken time; with everything written in a language she can’t read, it wasn’t as seamless as it otherwise would have been.  it is, nevertheless, achieved after some effort, and within a few hours, multiple computers are actively storing the data of space the scanners feed them.  deep space, unknown territories, habited & uninhabited planets…

all are searching for traces of massive energy.

waves of energy aren’t the only thing being monitored.  outside the room they occupy is a hologram.  it projects the names and faces of those thus far identified as people who vanished after thanos snapped his fingers.  illuminated in a pale blue, from where he sits beyond the glass threshold, thor can see them clearly.  erik selvig appears.  jane foster.

others phase in and out.  some new, some he’d known about.  some he’d watched turn to dust before his very eyes.  he hadn’t yet known about erik and jane.  the small, metal orb he’d been preparing to connect to a computer goes idle in the grasp of his fingers.  while he stares, he unknowingly presses—- harder and harder and harder until it dents beneath the pressure of him.

looking down to find it effectively destroyed, his jaw clenches, and carefully sets it atop the table with a gentle clank.  no matter.  missing one scanner won’t impede their search.

when he speaks, his voice is tight.  “how are you faring over there?”

[lightsiided]

     quickly, she loses herself in the task. there is lots of equipment for them to use, and it takes some time for rey to get up to speed. earth technology is very different, and its language is complicated -- but rey is a fast learner, and with thor's help, she's able to begin working in no time. just as the scanners search the universe for expenditures of energy, rey searches the force. it's likely to be a futile effort -- she doesn't have MUCH to go on -- but she feels better having something to busy herself with. once the scanners begin running, there's nothing else to do but monitor them, leaving rey free to pursue other tasks.

she can sense that thor is in need of a moment alone. the mood in the room has shifted away from the hope and promise her idea FIRST seemed to bring. now things are quieter. more tense. every time she glances over, she can see the line of thor's shoulders straighten further. his jaw flexes. his brow furrows. he appears to be lost in thought, and she doesn't wish to disturb him. it has been a trying time.

"good," she says carefully, when he finally speaks to check in on her progress. "well, i don't have anything yet, actually." rey's eyes dart to the scanner, but it's still doing the same thing it has been for the last hour. "what about you?" looking back at thor, she catches sight of the crumpled pile of metal on the table beside his hand.

before she can acknowledge it, the computer closest to her left starts to beep LOUDLY. she whips her head around to check it, eyes widening once she sees that the alarm is indicating a massive surge of energy. "thor -- i think this one has found something."

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“she has your eyes.” for the moderns with new baby 🥰

     "you think?" rey's voice is hushed. leia isn't asleep, but she has found herself whispering more often than not, since they brought her home. it's almost as if rey doesn't want to disturb the blissful dream she seems to have found herself in. like she's afraid to SPOOK it, like it might all dissolve around her at any moment.

the baby books have outlined how their daughter will develop. it's possible, they said, that her hair color might change. her eye color might change. she'll double her newborn weight within the first month. eventually, rey won't have to worry so much about supporting her neck and if she's eating enough. though none of these things have happened yet, she already finds herself mourning the change. a large part of her wishes she could FREEZE time forever and stay trapped, right here, in this moment -- the three of them preserved for eternity as they are.

but thor inhales beside her, and the world continues to spin. "i guess they are already darker than yours."

still, there are so many other PIECES of her husband recognizable in their infant daughter. rey has spent hours staring at thor's face, and so she's quick to recognize the slope of his nose and the shape of his mouth reflected in miniature. she's sure that as leia ages, and grows into her personality, there will be even more of him to discover. that is one change she's excited for, almost overwhelmingly so.

their family has grown. this new addition will change everything in a delightful, thrilling way. leia's arrival marks a new chapter in their lives. already she is a book rey can't put down. "she's really so beautiful," she says quietly, studying their baby. rey's biased, certainly, but that doesn't mean it's not TRUE.

"i can't believe we made her." she pauses, then continues, "and that i grew her out of grilled cheeses and croissants and stuff." there's a quiet exhalation of a laugh. then rey shifts to lean against thor's chest, taking leia with her so they can both cradle her together. the three of them sit together, like that, huddled close. thor's hands are big enough to completely cover their daughter all on his own, and rey weaves her fingers into the spaces between his with a happy sigh.

she turns her gaze to her husband. "i hope she looks a lot like you." her lips spread into a smile. "seeing as how you're the best looking person i know and all. it would be great if she got your smile, and laugh... and height. then she could be pretty and tall."

@othunderous

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take off your clothes. 😋

     she doesn't need to be told TWICE. rey grins, moving to slip the straps of her tunic down her shoulders.

the planet's three suns finished setting a few minutes ago. now the evening is cool and dark, the clearing they're in quiet and still. they have spent the day exploring, but the area they landed in is mostly abandoned -- wild space tends to be that way. rey never would have come out here on her own, but she isn't ALONE anymore.

no... now, she is married.

the travel they've embarked upon has been sweet. rey is, admittedly, having the most fun she's ever had in her life. in these past few weeks, she's seen more of the universe than she ever expected she might, and has had the privilege of doing so alongside the love of her LIFE.

she feels wondrously, deliriously happy. rey is so in love it makes her dizzy, the feeling reminiscent of heatsickness, calling up some long-lost memories only for them to be immediately replaced with this new, incredible excitement. her whole body is alight with the promise of possibility. their future stretches out endlessly before them.

but for now... all there is to do is ENJOY themselves.

rey peels her top off quickly, eyes skittering along the vast expanse of thor's bare chest as she does so. his skin, now tanned from the sun, is golden in the moonlight. she's eager to skim her fingers along every inch of him, as if it's the FIRST time they will ever touch instead of the thousandth. her bottoms are quick to follow, and then all of her clothes are in a pile in the grass, and rey stands before her husband, completely naked.

"how about the rest of yours?" she asks, leaning forward, her eyes half-lidded. thor still has his pants on, his shoes. but the night is warm. long. though she certainly feels an URGENCY to touch him, they have plenty of time. still... "don't make me wait too long."

with one last heated look down the expanse of his body, rey turns, running off towards the lake. she emerges with her hair wet, falling between her bare shoulders, and spins around in a slow circle, the water rippling around her. her hand lifts to wave her husband forward, her eyes glittering to match his.

@othunderous

[othunderous]

by the time he lands on ajan kloss, the sky has gone dark.  only the stars and operating base provide light—— and, for a brief moment, the bifrost as it sears the ground to deliver thor.  he hopes no one has noticed.  after all, his early arrival is meant to be a surprise.

difficult to achieve with such an entrance.

the falcon is the first place he checks, given the hour.  rey isn’t on board.  he checks the bunks; wondering if, in his absence (and given all that has happened), she prefers to sleep amongst company.  no one is there, either.  few stragglers pass by and greet him with a nod, an obligatory smile, a wave.  most are gathered in the heart of operations, trickling from the caves whilst poe addresses them.

with leia gone, someone must fill her role.

thor approaches quietly so as not to draw attention to himself.  though the weeks have been long, and lonely, and his duties in new asgard have been plentiful since he last saw her… he beams with a genuine smile when he notices rey.  standing with her arms crossed, eyes trained ahead, undoubtedly wearing those slightly furrowed brows and the pout she never admits to.  seeing her fills him with such joy —— as so few things do, these days —— he must suppress a laugh.

as quickly and silently as someone of his size can manage, he sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist before she can turn to see who it is.  craning his neck, he tips his chin to her shoulder, squeezing her with adoration.

“i’ve come to steal you away,” he teases into her ear, pressing quick, loving kisses to her neck and jaw.  “i know of a king who has demanded the attention of a very small jedi.”

@lightsiided

[lightsiided]

     even without the flash of light the bifrost brings, rey would know thor was coming. the sensation of him is faint, at first, but grows stronger the NEARER he becomes. eventually the shape of his force signature is solid in her mind, though she still has tasks to accomplish. despite the late hour, there is much to do on the base. recent events have disrupted things, of course, and rey's list of responsibilities has grown longer...

she waits for him to find her, and, of course, he does. thor can't feel rey in the force like she does, but he always seems to know where she is, anyway -- a thought that warms her from the inside out. the feeling of his arms finally closing around her startles a laugh forward, the sound full of relief and JOY in equal measure. she rests her hands on his forearms and squeezes her happiness back to him.

"oh, is that so?" rey asks playfully, squirming in his hold. his kisses tickle her skin, his beard brushing along the underside of her jaw. "well, i don't know where i might find a very small jedi here. there's one of a perfectly respectable size that MIGHT be a suitable replacement, though."

finally, she turns, twisting around to be able to meet his eyes. the others have dispersed, and they're alone outside of the communications bay. rey wraps her arms around his neck and pushes up onto the tips of her toes to kiss him. she is so happy to see him. it has been a difficult day. her last task included searching for allies on the scanner to try and understand the breadth of the destruction left in the wake of thanos' snap. the news she received was GRIM.

though some of that awfulness is fading away, now. rey smiles, touching her fingers lightly to a crease in thor's cheek. "i'm so glad you're here. how are you?"