Behind The Crimson Door // Thorki!AU
“At night there's music coming from inside.”
“The lights flicker when it's dark but no one lived there for years.”
“I've seen a shadow move behind the windows, I swear!”
They think the old house at the end of town, half decayed on the outside and with a wilderness around it that had once been a majestic garden, is haunted. Behind the door that is painted in a blood-like crimson red, everyone believes lies the worst. Ghosts, they say. Evil spirits, they say. Thor doesn't believe any of this.
Ghosts don't exist and evil spirits? No, they belong to the world of imagination as much as vampires and werewolves do. And he will prove to them once and for all that there is nothing to be afraid of. It's just an old house, nothing else. Thor is not afraid, he's not superstitious or jumps at the sight of his own shadow.
Armed with a flashlight and his common sense, Thor sneaks into the house through the basement door one night. The lock is broken, smashed from some teenagers breaking in a few years ago for a dare. It's completely dark down there and it takes a while until Thor finds the stairs. Other than old furniture and some offensive graffities nothing unusual is down here.
As soon as Thor enters the house itself, however, he stops in surprise. There is music, a soft and quiet melody that lingers in the air. Thor frowns and follows the sound through the kitchen and the corridor. The music comes from the room in front of him, but suddenly Thor doesn't feel as confident as before anymore. There shouldn’t be music and there shouldn't be this strange cold that he starts to feel, this isn't right.
Still, his curiosity - and partially his need to prove himself - gets the better of him and finally, Thor steps into the room.
Thor doesn't need his flashlight. The moon shines through the large windows, illuminating the man sitting at the piano perfectly. He's tall and pale, long black hair falling over his shoulders and his clothes anything but old and worn. He looks almost elegant and very handsome. The man's fingers stop moving over the keys and he slowly turns his eyes. Thor can hear his own heart beat when he looks into the pale green that looks nothing like any eyes he has ever seen before.
“You should not be here,” the man says quietly and stands up. “Leave, before it's too late.”
“Are you a ghost?” Thor asks against his better judgement, earning a soft and half amused smile.
“I am very alive,” the stranger says, walking over to Thor. It takes the other a moment to realize that something about the way this man walks isn't normal, but he can't say what it is. It just doesn't feel natural somehow. “And if you wish to stay alive too you should turn around and never look back. Forget this place."
Thor knows he probably should, but he can't move an inch. Up close he can see the almost porcelain skin of the man and his eyes… his eyes aren’t pale anymore. They are like emeralds sprinkled with gold and Thor is completely smitten by the sight alone.
“Unless… you'd like to stay for dinner…”
Thor wants to scream when the man opens his mouth and he notices the sharp teeth, but there is no sound coming from him. All he can feel anymore is the soft and tender fingers wrap around his neck and then his vision turns black.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.
