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( reaction ask meme: open !! )
☎—— hugging them
falling onto the couch with an over exaggerated sigh that just screamed ‘ please pay attention to me ‘, though the times weren’t often where darcy would exploit her friendship with a thunder god, desperate times called for DESPERATE measures. after all, friendships were supposed to have perks, weren’t they ?? this probably wasn’t what the speaker had intended, but it was with that line of thought that she found herself slumping into the too soft for this world stark tower couch cushions, which in turn led to her leaning into her companion’s side.
with her face smushed up against a bicep that did its job in covering the entirety of her face, and her entire body SAGGING into the motion of another sigh, it was thanks to her perfectly crafted plan ( fucking score !! ) that a large, large, large hand found its way into her hair; fingers petting softly through the frizzed locks in the way only a gentle giant ever could. ‘ what ails you, darcy? ’ with the words spoken soothingly over her head, she could literally feel the worried rumble of thor’s voice as she leaned further into his side. and really, a part of her knew she was being unreasonable——— being a BRAT, really. but with the world being shot to shit, and darcy being thrown unprepared and head first into the mess that was the new world, it felt like even the smallest things going wrong were so much BIGGER than they really were. which was what had her gripping tightly to the elder’s hand, all ten fingers wrapped tightly around the warmth of his palm as she quietly revealed what her problem was.
‘ my—— uh, my ipod. it finally died on me. ’ it was honestly so stupid, and yet, when her playlists were the one of the few remaining things she had clung to, losing them felt like such a blow. ‘ it’s DUMB, i know, but it’s just. it was at least something that was MINE y’know?? ’ considering the only things she had managed to grab before dashing out of her shitty south bronx apartment was her purse and the tasor tony stark had built her himself, she was sorely lacking in the personal possessions department. even then, as she sat moping in attempt to merge herself to the other’s arm, her clothes were either swiped or borrowed from the other occupants of the tower. nothing of it was hers, and though she was GRATEFUL, it wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed having to feel in the first place. so though she knew thor couldn’t be the cure all to all her problems, without her music to soothe her, his arms around her and cushioned beneath felt like a pretty good start.
sighing as she tucked herself in further, folding her legs at the knees so she could make herself even smaller, though it wasn’t a solution, it felt pretty darn good nonetheless. with thor saying just the right thing about how ‘ they were her feelings, and therefore were validated and never to be overlooked ‘, it was really him tucking her into his side that did her in. with his fingers still stroking, and the warm weight of his arm thrown over her shoulder, she might not have had her music, but she had good company, and even greater comfort, and that was worth it.
