#springbringer

[lumiidragon]

Playing with some lineless stuff with Springbringer~

[madcat-world]

Springbringer - JoJoesArt

[spacelabrathor]

So what's the Springbringer AU? I was creeping through your tags and couldn't find anything else on it??

OH I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE??

basically the concept is like new asgard is settled on like the plains of norway or whatever after ragnarok and it’s super rustic and everyone works together to build up a little wood cabin for every family and they just build this cozy little community together. so far from the gaudy gold of asgard but they’re just so grateful to be alive and together that they’re content to gather close around the fire in the bitter of winter and feel honestly pretty blessed?

and thor is in charge and he carries the weight of it on his shoulders. he trudges from house to house every night through knee deep snow to ensure everyone is warm and safe before bedding down himself. and winter just drags on and on and they make it through with hunting and foraging, but everyone just really desperately needs spring to come around and thaw the ground so they can plant and grow and prosper. 

but it just...doesn’t. the snow seems to melt but the weather remains stuck in this strange limbo - the sky overhead an overcast gray, the ground still frozen solid, for months after it should have thawed - and the council of new asgard realize it’s....thor. that he’s just quiet and stressed and lonely and carrying all of this pressure and that he, as the god of fertility, needs to.....find, uh. release. to free the earth from the grip of winter and to bring about spring. like there’s murmurs of old magic and runes and potions that can be used, a ritual that will work to...unlock the spring. but it has to come from thor. 

and of course like that’s.....awkward. they tell thor around a fire one night, just the council and him, and his face gets all drawn for it. not embarrassed or even doubting them, the lines around his eyes and mouth deepening as he realizes that to some degree, his people’s inability to plant crop and feed themselves with abundance is his fault. and he says, his voice pitching miserable and low as he stares into the flames that he won’t take someone unwilling. that he doesn’t know what to do, to avoid that. to avoid someone laying with him out of a twisted sense of obligation or duty. 

and the council kind of murmurs amongst themselves about that, because from what they know about the dark magic of it all, thor has to decide. when the ritual has begun and the magic has entered his bloodstream, thor has to...decide. he’ll know, in some deep recess of himself, his god center, when the magic begins to cloud around the edges of his vision, who he needs. who is right. and thor agrees, after a long, long silence. knowing he has no other choice. that his people need this. 

luckily, thor is attractive in an obvious way and when word is delicately passed around the settlement, virtually every un-paired woman volunteers. quietly and without relish. understanding the seriousness of the moment while all of them also......don’t hate the idea of their big, strong, handsome leader that they’ve fantasized about for the entire winter, bedding them down with broad hands and scraping beard. 

it SHOULD be awkward, but it becomes this shared sense of purpose among everyone, and when the council gathers all of the women in the great hall, lit solely by a roaring fireplace on one end, the wood floor before it painted in lilac colored runes, thor thanks them all, one by one. somber and sincere in his gratitude, as they all smile a little nervously at him and nod, working hard to pretend like they don’t hope he chooses them. and it’s an interesting group - girls who have just come of age, blushing deep scarlet when he takes their hand in thanks, and women who have lost their husbands to war and accident, nodding their heads and reflecting thor’s gratitude back to him for him doing what needs to be done to take care of them, as he always does. 

no one is surprised, though, after thor has tipped a clay goblet to his lips and grimaced through a bitter potion, after his body begins to heat as his vision begins to cloud as he blinks and breathes deep at the feeling of magic beginning to course through his veins, when he steps close to revna, where she’s stood near the end of the line. revna who has dark hair and a bright smile and who has been quietly smiling at Thor across the settlement for the last year, who has caught him watching her and taken her lower lip between her teeth at the sight of him laughing and looking away when her eyes find his. who has been caught in thor’s orbit as much as he has been in hers since they first settled there, fingers brushing at communal gatherings, secrets whispered to each other in the dark. 

and everyone leaves then, slipping out of the great hall and leaving them as the magic begins to swell and surge in thor, overwhelming and blinding, and as revna holds his face between her hands and tells him it’s alright. that she’s here, with him, and safe under his care. telling him with a soft murmur that he can, it’s alright, until thor groans and pulls her to his chest with an arm around her waist. nudging at her with his nose until his mouth finds hers and feeling her shiver in his arms when they open to taste each other. 

and. yeah. the end up on the floor, in the center of the ruins painted onto the wood floor, the fire roaring in the hearth as thor gives himself over to it. to her. shuddering and growling as he nips at her throat and sucks at her breasts. as he feels at where she’s gone slick for him between her legs and groans from the feeling as he makes his way down her body to taste her there. hazy-eyed and drunk with the scent of her when he comes back up and smears her mess against her jaw and lets himself align where he is needed. Rucking her thighs up over his and feeling her fingernails claw deliciously at his shoulders when he spears into her on instinct, her sex clutching sweetly around the hard throb of his cock. 

and that just. goes on. the entire....night. and when they come out of their shared delirium as the sun rises, it’s impossible to miss the scent on the air of new life and freshly turned earth, and as thor watches the morning sun reflect in her eyes from where her head is pillowed on his chest, he knows. knows that it is done and that his people will survive. and when she tilts her chin up to him, he cannot deny her. curling his hand around the hinge of her jaw and pressing his mouth to hers. hoping, deep in his chest, that she feels the same flutter there that he does. that she feels it too. he thinks, when he draws back and sees the warmth in her gaze, that she does. 

[rubalotl]

I finally finished it :D I intentionally procrastinated because I didn't want to finish it for the longest time, but I thought it was finally time so I speedran it for the past few days.