Summary: Thor Odinson’s son Damien has been pulling away leading you into the arms of his father.
Smut, romance
18+
You hadn’t meant to linger in the hall outside of the training chambers, but the way he moved captivated you in a way it shouldn’t have. The way his muscles formed and clenched. The way his focus was solely locked on the task at hand. The way his chest and abdomen- “Come,” Thor said without turning, and you feel caught off guard. Here you were, watching your boyfriend’s father while worry about your troubling and failing relationship.
“If you are going to brood in the shadows, you may as well speak on what weighs on you,” You’re frowning, stepping inside the room, your arms crossing over your chest. You had a billion things to say, none of which were making way through your mouth. “He didn’t…..he didn’t come home last night,” You mutter, stopping in the doorway.
Thor pauses, slowly setting his knife in its sheath that was perched on his pants. “He told me that he had to patrol Vanaheim, but I checked. He wasn’t on the list,” His words make your heart clench, though its no surprise. Not really. You swallow as you look over at him, his chest glistened with sweat capturing your attention for just a moment. You’re meeting his piercing gaze that always seems to captivate you.
His expression is soft, his voice though firm. “He is not who he was as of late,” “So you’ve noticed?” “I notice everything,” He replies, standing up straight to his full height, his long, golden strands slightly sticking to his forehead and neck. His beard was braided, just past the length of his neck. “Is my fault?” The question seems to take him off guard as he regards you, and he shakes his head. “No, it just means that he wasn’t ready to have something that he feared he could lose,”
You were not only sucking in a breath at his words, but because he was coming towards you, his stature making your mouth go dry. He’s in your space then, towering above you with the feeling of raw authority leaking from his very being. He’s grasping your chin, tilting your head up, his electrifying gaze completely captivating you. Rooting you in place. “Even sons of God’s can be foolish my dear,” Your eyes start to fill with tears at the corners, and his thumb is brushing underneath your eye as one slips down your skin.
“I’ve been trying…I’ve stayed-,” Your voice cracks, and you’re adverting your gaze. “I’ve seen mortal. You’ve loved him unconditionally…” You’re looking at him once more, and his grip softens just slightly, but doesn’t let go. Not completely.
The knock came three days later, filtering through the quiet of your chambers. Your bed was still empty, your heart hurting. You gave up your home to be here. With him. With a man you thought you’d live the rest of your life with. A god. You gave up your family. Your friends. For love. A new place. A new life.
And you were lonelier than you had been on Earth. A part of you hoped it was him. A part of you hoped it wasn’t. You wouldn’t be able to look at him. To confront him about his whereabouts. You’d give up. Willing to keep this delusional peace. This life.
You loved it here. You loved the family and friends you’ve made here. You fit here. You belonged here. That’s what Thor had told you when his son Damien had brought you to Asgard for the first time. He wouldn’t have lied to you.
Another knock comes, and you’re pulling yourself out of bed, heading towards the door. Your feet are tripping over something, and you’re yelping as you tumble, your head knocking against the end table near the door.
Your locked door is being pushed open, the lock breaking with ease. For a moment, you think its Damien by the way his hair shines from the morning sun that was barely filtering onto the courtyard. A thicker and broader frame tells you otherwise, and Thor is coming to your aid. He murmurs something before lifting you with ease, easing you upright as he makes his way to your bathroom. When you first came to Asgard, Thor advised a first aid kit would be useful as humans were obviously more fragile. You hadn’t needed it until now.
He's setting you on the counter before reaching under the sink and pulling out the necessary supplies. He’s slipping the golden bonnet off your head, your thick head of curls becoming loose. “Let me see,” He’s flipping on a dimming light, and you squint your eyes close as he tilts your head back.
“Hold onto me,” He’s placing your hand against his hip, the cloth beneath his skin was tight. “You’re going to need stitches,” You’re quiet as he tends to you, the sting of the needle making you wince with every passing. He had cleaned your wound until it barely bled. Your hand squeezed against his hip every so often.
You kept your eyes on his stomach as you sat still, your mind racing. The only thing on your mind was how close you were. Too close. “I was coming to check on you as I hadn’t seen you in a few days…and to deliver something,” He was pulling back, reaching into the lining of his cloak, pulling out a piece of paper.
It was folded neatly, and upon opening it, you could make out his distinct handwriting.
I know that I have not been a great lover to you. I am unsure of when or how I strayed from your love. I need time away. Just a week or so. If you leave, I’d understand. I’ve made mistakes, but I am hoping you could forgive them. I will be back and I hope your heart is still mine when I return. With all my love.
-Damien
Your brows flutter, and your eyes immediately well with tears.
He’s tilting your head up, his face somber. “This will always be a home for you,”
The days that followed were slow and strange. You didn’t leave your chambers much, but when you did, it was often because Thor had sent for you. Small things at first—a walk through the northern gardens, an invitation to dinner with the court, a book he thought you’d enjoy left at your door.
You didn’t speak of Damien. Neither of you did.
Instead, there was something quieter being built between you. A sanctuary.
When he sat beside you under the shade of an ancient tree, your thigh brushed his, and he didn’t move. You didn’t either.
When he brought you a woven shawl after you forgot the chill of the night air, he didn’t drape it around your shoulders. He pressed it into your hands, and your fingers lingered a moment longer on his.
You started to laugh again—tentatively, softly—and every time you did, Thor would look at you like he’d just seen something holy. He didn’t touch you, not in any way that would be called improper.
But everything about him touched you.
You began to crave his silence as much as his words.
***
One night, a week after the letter, you found yourself standing outside the war chamber, watching him from a distance again. This time, he didn’t call you out.
He simply turned toward you, and held your gaze.
You crossed the threshold without a word and stepped beside him as he looked over a map of realms and alliances. His hair was loose, a rare sight. He hadn’t noticed, you thought, or maybe he had and didn’t care. There were small signs of wear on him—on his eyes, his shoulders—as if he, too, was carrying something unspeakable.
“Have you ever… lost yourself trying to keep something that was already slipping away?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t look at you, but you felt the shift in his energy.
“Yes,” he said.
You nodded. “What did you do?”
Thor’s hands curled over the edge of the table. “I let it go. And it nearly destroyed me.”
You looked at him. “But it didn’t.”
“No.” His eyes finally met yours. “But only because I stopped pretending I hadn’t already lost it.”
You didn’t realize your hand had found his until his fingers closed gently over yours.
***
The fall came unexpectedly—rain pouring in sheets across the courtyard as you crossed it to return to your chambers. You hadn’t thought to bring anything with you, your dress now clinging to your skin, soaked and chilled. By the time you made it back, your hands were trembling from cold.
You didn’t even notice Thor until he was there, closing the door behind you with a firm hand and shrugging off his cloak.
“I saw you from the terrace,” he said simply, eyes raking over your drenched form with something between worry and restraint. “You’ll get sick walking like that.”
He placed the cloak around your shoulders, thick and warm and heavy with his scent. You couldn’t look at him—not directly. Not with the pounding of your heart so loud it filled your ears.
“Why are you being so kind to me?” You question, not sure of what your answer would be, but you waited anyway.
“Because someone should be,” he replied. “And because I want to.”
You swallowed. “I don’t think I can do this anymore. Waiting for someone who keeps stepping away.”
Thor was quiet for a moment before he said, “Then stop waiting.”
You turned to him then, cloak held tight around you.
“Thor…”
He stepped forward, just once. No contact. No demand. But you felt it again—the pull of him, the ache of something unspoken rising between you.
“I will not touch you while your heart is still tied to another,” He says, voice barely above a whisper. “But know this…”
You held your breath.
“If he comes back and finds you gone, it will not be because I pulled you away. It will be because he let you go.”
Your lip trembled. “And if I don’t go back to him?”
For the first time, Thor looked shaken.
“Then the gods may forgive me for the thoughts I’ve kept to myself.”
***
You dare didn’t think about what he meant even though you knew deep down. You dreamt about unspeakable things. Things you would not utter to a soul. Intimate moments that lied deep beneath the surface.
You woke up in sweats some nights, letting out deep pants into the silent room, almost feeling his body on top of yours. Was he plagued by the same thoughts? Did he have the same visions? Did he feel…the electric charge between the two of you? Or were you just delusional? Still reeling from a love you know you’ve lost long ago?
You knew it was wrong.
You knew that you’d be better off back on Earth. Not here. Longing for something so forbidden. But it was proving to be difficult as a week turned into two. Two into three. You weren’t sure if Damien would ever return. But you knew the love you had for him may have been casted onto another. Were you going to trade loyalty for desire?
***
It was raining again. Hard. But that didn’t stop you from walking through the open halls to his quarters. The wind blew past your gown, your bare feet tapping against the cement. It was freezing. Your teeth chattered as you briskly kept your pace. You didn’t get a chance to knock, his name slipping past your lips in a desperate tone. The doors were pulling open quicker than you could blink, and there he was.
As if he could feel you.
As if he could sense the inner storm brewing inside your heart. Inside your body.
“Thor-I…” He towers over you, your words falling short as you let out a breath. His body is tense, eyes wandering your own with so much restraint he could snap. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you, his gaze growing darker with every flash of lightening that passed through the crack in the door. You were practically shaking. Partially from the cold and partially from the emotions coursing through you.
The door is pulling shut from the wind, and a thick silence wraps around you so tightly it could choke you. “May the God’s forgive me…” In a breath, he was in your space, your back brushing against his thick doors, and one hand is resting over your racing heart. The other held in a fist beside your head. He was a sight. Completely undone. Those eyes…
“I told you I would not touch you if your heart is tied to another…” His voice is strained, the pressure of his hand heavy. You meet his raw and desperate gaze, your hands resting over his, as if he were an anchor. “Take me…I know it’s wrong, I know we shouldn’t but…please…I need-,” You didn’t need to utter another word. His lips were on yours before you could take another breath, his hands clawing at your wet clothes with anticipation.
A part of him intended to take his time. But this part of him? The part that needed you, could not have such patience. Your clothes were ripping down the front, freeing and exposing your bare body to him. He wasted no time, eyes briefly raking over you before he was meeting your lust, love-filled gaze. He was shedding your clothing like scraps of paper, letting the remaining wet strips fall to the floor.
He was lifting you by the thighs, kissing you heavily, your back pressing against the softest sheets known to man. His silk pants are shimmering into nothing but an illusion, as if they were never there, and he does his best to prepare you. His best to touch you with such intensity that had you trembling beneath his as pleasure overtook every other emotion.
It’s passionate and raw. Filled with a yearning, a frustration, and a longing. He placed hard kisses on your skin, teeth scraping your lips as he buried himself in you, your cries ringing out to him. Your nails sunk into his skin, heels of your feet digging into his back.
His pace was hard, soaking up every inch of you, his deep groans reverberating against you. You were lost in a sea of pleasure and emotions, crying out with every passing, eyes shut so tightly. You screamed for him, whimpered, shook underneath his weight as he did unspeakable things to you. As he molded and folded your body until it became his. Watching you uncontrollably let go over and over again, the puddle in his sheets growing by the hour. Until your legs were shaking, whimpers leaving your throat with tears down your face.
Only then did he pause, looking upon you like a most precious, tender thing. Something to be worshipped. And he started again. Except he was slow. Your racing heart slowing, his hands exploring you completely. Lips pressing into every surface of your body. Touching upon you like a map. Tasting every inch you could give him. Soft and sweet. Once wasn’t enough. Your stomach. Your back, on your side. Any position that gave him another chance to explore you. Until you were milking him again and again. Whimpering soft phrases and pleas. Prayers.
He was reminded you were human, almost forgetting. You were still squeezing him, your eyes heavy, body glistening with sweat. He was kissing you softly, feeling your body relax underneath him like you belonged.
***
You lay with your head in the crook of his arm, his fingers trailing down your spine.
You’d awoken hours ago. Not exactly plagued with regret, but something else. No part of you regretted last night. But you were plagued with worry. What did this mean now? If and when Damien returned, what would you say? What about Thor? What did this mean to him?
“Your mind is racing,” He rumbles, lips pressed against the top of your head. “Yes…” You’re nudging your head from under his chin, frowning. As if he could read your mind, he’s smoothing a thumb across your lips.
“I am not foolish like my son. I know what’s in front of me. My sharing of my bed is not some fleeting moment. What I did to you, with you last night…” His eyes darken, captivating you with such conviction. He could replay every moment in his head. “I have no regrets. I think you know that my eyes have wandered to you before, but you were with Damien and I’d never betray him or you in such a way. You have nothing to fear here. You are not some passing harlot that moves from room to room, bed to bed. You’ve become mine the moment your heart stopped longing for an absent love,”
Your breath catches and he’s gripping your face, as if to ground you in the moment. To feel him. “What if he returns? What if he’s upset? What if-,” “Then let him. He lost you. I will not hide my desire for you, and I will not hide my pride,” He’s caressing your face, his tone softening. “There will be consequences. Things will be tense. Our relationship…my son and I may not be the same, but it is a risk I am willing to take. If you need time…” His voice lowers and though he doesn’t admit it, it would bruise him if you hid away behind shame.
You shake your head. “No…I just got caught up in the what ifs. What if your people judge you? What if-,” He’s shushing you with a look, and your lips close. “That should be nothing to worry your mind about. I can handle my people. I can handle my son. I can handle you, your fears, your what ifs. There is not a thing to worry over…” The rain outside still poured, but you let his steady heart and hands lull you back to sleep.
Explain your favourite folk story like you're talking to a person who just bought you drink at the bar
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Did you know Thor once wore a wedding dress? Its true! And Loki went along with it!
There was this giant called Prymr that desired the goddess Freyja and wanted to marry her. Prymr stole Mjolnir from Thor and said they would give it back in exchange for Freyja's hand in marriage. Freyja replied "fuck no! Find a different way to get it back!"
Thor decided to go undercover and pretend to be Freyja in order to get his Mjolnir back. Loki heard about Thor's plan and thought to himself, "oh I've got to see this trainwreak", and disguised himself as a handmaiden. Thor put on a wedding dress and a veil to hide his face and beard. He agrees to marry Prymr. The giant, thinking Thor is Freyja, agrees.
During the wedding, Thor eats an entire ox, a bunch of salmon, and multiple barrels of mead. Prymr questions this behavior because that is not very lady-like. Loki covers for Thor saying, "Freyja has just been so excited about the wedding that she hasn't eaten in a week." Prymr believes him.
While sealing the deal, the giant places Mjolnir on Thor's lap to sanctify the marriage. Thor picks up Mjolnir and absolutely nails Prymr with it, killing him. Thor proceeds to destroy the other giants as well before leaving with Mjolnir in hand. Loki laughs his ass off the entire time.
does anyone else like talk/divinate with thor and feel like ??? someone's smiling upon you??? like i have had very little interaction with thor other than asking for small favors (wich i need to repay) but like??? does anyone else notice him just being a big smiley boi???
Like-I’m scared shitless of paranormal shit like ghosts and demons to the point of I read a tumblr post about witches dealing with them and unpleasant experiences.I get the chills and uneasyness to the point I’m literally too afraid to sleep and exist!
So I end up calling my gods and it’s so ridiculous they clearly have better things to do!
This set of Thor pocket prayer beads consists of a total of twelve beads; the nine beads on the loop recall the nine worlds connected by Yggdrasil, the World Tree, while the three beads on the pendant remind us of Yggdrasils three roots that reach into the Well. Joining the string is a pendant
This set of Thor pocket prayer beads consists of a total of twelve beads; the nine beads on the loop recall the nine worlds connected by Yggdrasil, the World Tree, while the three beads on the pendant remind us of Yggdrasils three roots that reach into the Well. Joining the string
