The Lighthouse (5/??)
Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.
A/N: This fic just keeps changing a little more each time I go back to it, and it’s kind of great? Hopefully it solidifies soon instead of just being a fun little amorphous blob. Anyway, please enjoy!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: ThorxReader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: None
Part 4
Thor lays on the couch with Daisy sprawled out along the length of his body. He absentmindedly scratches behind her ears with one hand while holding up a book with the other. When he pauses to turn the page, Daisy huffs because he isn’t paying attention to her anymore. Thor laughs and sets the book on the floor so that he can comb his fingers through the fur on her neck. He scratches her chin and grins when Daisy’s mouth hangs open and her tongue lolls out.
“You’re very beautiful,” he tells her. “Such a radiant smile. Your eyes sparkle like stars.”
Daisy licks his hand and he ruffles the fur along her rib cage.
“It’s almost like she understands exactly what you’re saying,” I comment.
He leans forward and rubs his nose against Daisy’s. “She’s so smart, I’m sure that she does.”
Daisy licks Thor from his chin to his nose and he just laughs.
“Ugh, you guys are adorable.”
Thor glances at me before looking back at Daisy and saying, “I think (Y/N) is feeling neglected.”
He coaxes Daisy off of him and shuffles off the couch over to where I'm propped up against the wall. He bundles me up in his arms and places me in his lap. When I'm right where he wants me, he tucks his face into the crook of my neck and Daisy lays herself on top of us. I laugh and Thor's beard scratches my neck. Daisy pushes herself up to lick my face and I just laugh harder.
“Guys, stop,” I wheeze.
Thor hums and the sound rumbles through his chest like thunder. He says, “But, (Y/N), this is so comfortable. I think Daisy would agree with me if she could speak.”
“Oh, I’m sure she would.” I push Daisy away and she settles against my lap. I scratch all up and down her back and she smiles her doggy smile. “She’s easily persuaded. Especially if there’s treats involved.”
Daisy’s ears perk up and her tail wags at the mention of treats. Thor laughs and I shake my head.
It takes some effort to extract myself from Thor’s arms, but I manage and head to the kitchen.
“I’m gonna start on dinner. Is there anything specific you’d like?” I ask.
He shrugs. “You were talking about chicken pot pie a few days ago. I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”
I gasp in feigned surprise. “What a travesty. We have to fix that immediately.”
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Always." I pull the veggies, chicken, and pie crust from the fridge. "Could you start chopping the vegetables? I'm going to put the crust in to bake before starting on the filling."
"Of course."
He hauls himself up from the floor and joins me in the kitchen. He washes his hands before washing the carrots and celery. The oven heats as I shape the crust and begin measuring out the flour, oil, pepper, parsley, and thyme. Daisy trots in and sits beside Thor as he chops carrots and waits patiently for him to drop something. I watch him glance down at her and frown when he sees her big, pleading eyes. He slowly slides a slice of carrot across the cutting board and flicks it down to her. Daisy immediately snaps it out of the air and trots off with her prize. He immediately looks guilty as soon as he notices me watching him.
“Sorry,” he says.
“For what? Giving Daisy a healthy treat?” I laugh. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just love watching the way you are with her. She really loves you.”
“You think so?”
“Thor, she sleeps in the same bed as you. She barely does that with me and my dad and I got her when she was a puppy. Believe me when I say this; you are her best friend.” I smile and turn back to my work. "You're mine too, by the way."
I hear him set the knife down. "Oh," he says.
I bite the inside of my cheek and shuffle seasonings around on the counter in front of me. "I know it's only been like three weeks, but I just feel comfortable around you. I trust you and I like talking to you. I just-"
Thor gently places his hand in the small of my back and I jump, startled. I turn to face him, brows pulled together, and frown. His eyes flit over my face as he carefully cups my jaw in his massive hands. My eyes flutter closed as he brushes his lips against mine. I tilt my head slightly in order to press my lips to his, only to abruptly pull back a moment later. I cover my mouth with one hand and drop my forehead to his chest as the realization of what just happened starts to sink in.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “That was inappropriate.”
He begins to pull away, but I grab a handful of his shirt and he stops. He clasps his hands behind my back and waits for me to say something. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut..
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
“Wha-why?”
“You’re so perfect and I’m...” I sigh. “Inexperienced.”
“That doesn’t matter,” he murmurs. “All that matters is how you feel.”
“How I feel?” My heart pounds in my chest and I lean away from Thor as it becomes harder to breathe. “I feel lightheaded.”
“(Y/N)?”
“I can’t-” My knees give out and I can’t catch myself on anything before I start to fall.
Thor grabs me under my arms and slowly lowers me to the floor. He smooths his hands over my hair and shoulders, quietly asking if I’m alright. I shake my head, unable to explain what’s happening. I grip Thor’s shoulders as the world around me melts away. The scene that unfolds before me definitely isn’t my kitchen and I can’t see Thor anywhere. I can, however, still feel his hands on my face. I squeeze my eyes shut and hope that I’ll be back home when I open them.
“(Y/N)?”
My eyes snap open. “Heimdall?”
An imposing figure slowly appears from the shadows, He has a massive sword strapped to his back and a heavy cloak wrapped around his shoulders. He crouches down in front of me and a few of the locs he hasn’t tied back fall into his face. His eyes are a vibrant yellow gold and cast a striking contrast against his dark skin.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says.
"My pounding headache agrees with you," I mutter.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Thor and I were starting dinner and-" I pause. "You should've been able to see all of it, right?"
"The two of you disappeared from my sight for only a moment. Now you're here."
"But I'm still at home," I protest. "I can feel his hands on my face. I know I'm not actually here!"
"But you are,” he says. “Part of you is, at least."
“But why? How?” I shake my head. “I didn’t do anything.”
“It may not be a matter of doing something. It may be that you were called here by something stronger than any of us.” He leans in slightly. “How is he?”
“He’s good. I just worry that he’s spent too much time around me.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “I don’t want him to experience any kind of Stockholm syndrome or anything.”
He takes a moment to process what I said. Eventually, he shakes his head. “I highly doubt that would be a problem.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He reaches out and places his hand on my arm. “Are you alright?”
“I…I don’t know.” My brows pull together. “Do you think you could see him through my eyes?”
“How so?”
“Well, if I’m both here and there, and you can see everything, maybe there’s a way for you to access whatever magic I might have, and see through my eyes.”
“There’s no telling what that would do to your mind.”
"But isn't it worth the risk? I'm not really useful outside of keeping a roof over his head. If there's any way that I can help, I'm willing to do it."
He frowns. "Are you sure?"
I don't even have to think about it. "Certain."
He sighs and mutters something about humans being 'so stubborn' and I act like I didn't hear anything. "Is he touching you right now?"
"Yes," I say. I can still feel Thor's warm hands against my cheeks.
"Place my hands exactly there," Heimdall instructs. "And mirror the placement on me."
"I'll be touching Thor, then. Are we just forming some kind of magic circuit?"
Heimdall nods. "If this works it will reduce the strain on your body."
"Alright." I place Heimdall's hands on my face and reach out to do the same to him. I don't feel his beard, but Thor's instead. I run my thumb over his cheek and I feel Thor press his face into my hand.
"Are you ready?"
I nod. "I can feel him," I murmur. "He's there."
"Close your eyes." I do as he says. “Clear your mind and…”
My eyes open of their own volition and everything that I can see feels very far away. Thor sits in front of me, deep furrow between his brows. I can see his lips moving but I can barely hear what he’s saying. I open my mouth to speak, but the voice that comes out isn’t mine. Surprise flashes across Thor’s face and my grip on his face tightens when he jerks back.
Heimdall’s voice flows from my mouth, telling Thor to calm down before he explains what’s happening. Thor slowly relaxes as Heimdall continues to speak with him. Thor asks about Loki and doesn’t get an answer that he likes. Sound fades away completely and I’m left to watch as Thor and Heimdall speak privately. Everything blends together and I don’t know how much time passes before sound filters through my consciousness again. Before I can fully hear again, Heimdall asks Thor something that makes his eyes go wide, but his expression soon softens and he traces his thumb across my cheekbone.
Thor nods and says, “Yes.”
Heimdall’s deem hum rumbles through my chest in response, and he says, “I see.”
“Could I have her back?” Thor asks.
"Have more faith in yourself, (Y/N)," Heimdall says, just for me to hear, and then any sign of him is gone.
All of my energy is gone, and without Heimdall's magic to support me, I feel myself begin to topple backwards. Thor's arms circle around me before I can hit the linoleum.
I look up at him and smile weakly. “Well, that was exciting.”
"That was foolish," he admonishes. "You don't know what that much power could have done to you."
"You and Heimdall were able to speak," I mumble. "Seems worth the risk."
Thor shakes his head and holds me to his chest. "Not to me. Not if it means losing you."
I curl my arms against my chest. “I’m fine,” I whisper.
“You’re not. You nearly collapsed not five minutes ago. I’d say that’s cause enough for concern.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I sigh and push away from his body. “I just… I want to help you, and I don’t know how.”
“You’ve already done more than I could ever ask of someone in your position.”
“I just wish I could do more, and what Heimdall and I were able to do? That felt like more. It felt like progress.” I press my lips together. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He just nods and helps me to my feet. With one arm around my waist, he walks me from the kitchen to the living room and sits me at one end of the couch before sitting at the other end. I fiddle with the hem of my sweater, trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, Thor sighs and shifts slightly forward.
“Heimdall mentioned that you’re worried that I’m spending too much time with you.”
“Maybe I am.” I pick at the skin around my fingernails. “I mean… why else would you kiss me?”
“How would that change anything?” he asks. “You’re not holding me hostage, (Y/N). I could leave if I wanted to.”
“Then why stay?”
“Because I like you,” he says. “I like being here, with you. Heimdall sent you to find me, but that doesn’t mean he tricked me into enjoying your company.”
My brows pull together. “I guess I just don’t understand, though. I’m human. I don’t see what I could have to offer you.”
“I’d say the same of myself. I’m not an ideal partner, to say the least.” He shuffles closer to me on the couch and reaches out to stop my fidgeting hands. “I’m rarely on Earth for very long, and when I am I’m with the Avengers. I’m overbearing, at times, and regularly disregard people’s need for personal space.”
“I’m hearing a silent ‘but’ in that explanation.”
“But I do know that I care about you, (Y/N). You are quick witted and kind and selfless at the worst times. You dropped everything to help me and opened your home to me when you didn’t have to.” He turns one of my hands over and traces his fingers across the palm. “I know that you’re a reserved person, and with the way I’ve seen people in this town treat you, I can’t say that I blame you, but you’re open with me. And I have to hope that counts for something.”
"Of course it does. I just don't…" I bite my lip. "I don't know what to do. Of course I'm attracted to you. Who wouldn't be? You're handsome and gentle and kind and way smarter than anyone gives you credit for. But I'm not good at this. The friendship part, I'm a pro at. But when it comes to serious feelings, it's like the instructions were completely left out of my manual."
"I understand."
"I just need to go slow." I press my lips together and finally meet his eyes. "You're wonderful and attentive, but I need more time for the connection that you seem to already feel."
He smiles. "Is that a yes?"
"A conditional one, but yeah." He grins and I can't help smiling. "Don't get too excited. When I say slow, I mean it. Glacially so. Like, tectonic-plates-shifting, kind of slow."
“You don’t have to warn me,” he says. “I understand.”
“Thank you.” The quiet of the house suddenly hits me and my brows pull together. “Where’s Charles?”
Thor frowns. “Where’s Daisy?”
We sit silently, listening for any skitter of claws or patter of small feet against the hardwood floors. The entire lighthouse is dead quiet for nearly five minutes before we hear a crash somewhere upstairs, followed by a yowl and a round of barking. My eyes go wide and Thor and I immediately jump up from the couch to investigate. We scramble up the stairs, searching for the pets.. We relax only when we find Charles and Daisy huddled together under my desk and my rolling chair overturned on the floor.
Thor steps into the room and picks up the chair before crouching in front of the desk and coaxing Daisy and Charles out. Daisy shuffles out and Thor pats the top of her head. Charles, on the other hand, is a little more spooked. Thor does his best, but Charles refuses to leave the safety of the desk. I watch for a moment longer before I place a hand on Thor’s shoulder and lower myself to the floor.
Charles perks up when I extend my hand to him and lifts his nose to smell the air.
“Come on, bud,” I murmur. “The big bad chair’s not gonna get you.”
He crawls halfway to me and stops before he bolts for my lap. He pushes up on his hind legs and practically crawls onto my shoulder. I hug him up against my chest and laugh when he starts to purr. Daisy lays herself across Thor’s lap and I rest my head against his shoulder. It suddenly hits me how late it is. At this point, it's to late to make chicken pot pie. I sigh and try to figure out what to make for dinner.
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Part 6
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