Chapter 1: Part 2 - Thor’s Story
RATED M - STEAMY ADULT CONTENT FOLLOWS
WRITERS’ NOTE
This fic is compiled from an RP. Please excuse any choppiness or flow concerns that may arise because of this.
Also, please note this is entirely AU. Canon ships have been eliminated in most cases, and some timelines and canon stories have been changed for our story purposes and general amusement. Characters alive in the MCU may be dead in this universe and vice versa. Loosely, this RP occurs after Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming and Ragnarok. Willingly suspend your disbelief and enjoy
~ Lucy and BG Blogger
Castle Grounds, Kingdom of Winderfell, Realm of Soleil
A hundred centuries ago, the ancestors of the people of Wilderfell had fled to the Primordial Forest to flee persecution. The western kingdoms had found their religion to be a threat and had made it their mission to wipe them all from the surface of Soleil. And so, Boaz the Elder Maudit had led those who followed the faith to the forest, where they could live in peace beneath the canopy of the trees.
Since then, the kingdom had grown and the trees had as well. Now, they were so tall that they nearly completely blocked the suns' light even at the height of dual afternoon. There in the shadows, the villages prospered, the believers visited the temples and the son of Maudit the Elder continued to rule. Now, however, the overseeing of the kingdom was done from the confines of the grand Black Castle.
The largest palace of any on Soleil, it was located on an island at the center of a great lake. With the trees reaching overhead, the water appeared a deep shade of purple under the light of Soleil's five-moon cluster. And there on the surface of the lake could be seen the fleeting glimpse of what might have been the reflection of a comet.
It was not a comet though. Comets remain in their rightful place in the firmament. They do not come crashing through the atmosphere and then hit every tree branch on the way down. And they certainly do not splash into the lake and soak the fine silver nightgown of a certain princess who was sitting there on its shore rather than slumbering in her chambers as she was meant to be.
"Pegeen's Bonnet!" she cursed, jumping to her feet. It was only then that she realized what had happened. Something, or someone, had fallen into the lake.
Thor Odinson had not been above the water in time to hear the woman on the shore curse at his sudden appearance. Coming to the surface, he bobbed in the water, blond hair sticking to his forehead and along the side of his neck as the sight of the girl came into view.
"Greetings!" He called happily from the water before swimming a distance where he could stand. Thor rose to his feet and stood proudly, his red cape sticking to his back and dripping heavily into the water. He didn't mind, and neither did his ego.
"I am Thor, son of Odin, King of Asgard, and I appear--" he took a step forward in the water and his foot went into something of a hole, causing him to stumble forward and lose his balance.
Thor splashed into the shallows of the lake and stood again.
"--I appear to have happened upon your realm in error. There is no need for alarm, though," he finished as he made his way out of the lake, standing on its shore a few feet away from her and wrung out his long blond hair.
Once his hair was a little drier, he held out his hand to the right of him to call Mjolnir to him. "Do not stir. I will be on my way shortly."
He held his smile as he waited, but nothing happened. Thor cleared his throat and looked to the right.
"Just a moment."
His smile fell and he looked to the girl, hand still out expectedly. "Why is your realm without sound except for that of my voice? Mjolnir, my hammer, gives me no sign that it draws near."
Elodie's entire reason for being outside was to escape her troubles and the dark confines of her room. In all her most impossible daydreams, she could not have imagined a distraction quite like the one that popped out of her lake.
She looked on at him in stunned silence as he emerged from the water, declared himself king and then nearly fell on his face. Her expression became no less bewildered as he assured her that he would soon be leaving. In fact, she could not tear her eyes from his handsome if not somewhat outlandish form until he held out his hand. Then, she became all too curious to see what this so-called King was waiting for.
"I am not certain what you mean..." she began, taking a step back. Then, she added uncertainly, "...Asgardian. Here on Winderfell hammers do not speak to anyone, even to...kings."
Thor chuckled good naturedly. "You misunderstand, lady of the lake. Mjolnir does not speak, but when I call to it, it often--"
He cut himself off when he heard not the sound of his hammer breaking through the trunks of trees and whistling in the wind but the sound of men telling him to stay where he stood. One dozen tall thin men wearing leather armor and silver capes were upon them. "HALT!" the guard captain called. "BY ORDER OF THE KING OF WINDERFELL, HALT INTRUDER!"
"He is not an intruder..." Elodie said. "He is an Asgardian king who fell from the sky and is waiting for his hammer to say hello to him."
The captain of the guard shot a cautious glance at his second in command. "Your forgiveness, Highness, but the King will decide who is and who is not an intruder. Come, Stranger. King Cepheus will hear your tale one way or another. Heed our command and there need not be any bloodshed this evening."
"Bloodshed!" Thor cackled and nodded in their direction. "That is good. As if you dare threaten the King of Asgard. You are no match for--"
He looked to his hand again, this time impatiently. When he realized that he was not indeed going to be reunited with the hammer and was effectively defenseless in front of these armed men, Thor became visibly friendly again.
"Let us go to your King!" He said jovially and threw his arms out to the side.
"I would be pleased to make the acquaintance of the leader of your realm," he said with a grin, taking wet, sopping steps toward the men.
"He and I can share our tales of conquest and glory over your finest ale!"
"Ale," the commander of the guard said. "Of course..." though there was a clear sound of doubt in his voice. Deep down, he was certain this to be a madman from one of the other kingdoms who would find himself working in the factory before the evening had finished. But that was up to the king.
"This way," he said sharply.
One of the guards poked at him with a spear as if to tell him to go.
"I am no animal to be prodded," Thor protested with a face that read gross disbelief as he looked him over.
"You needn't be rude," Elodie hissed at him. "He is going."
"M'lady," the guard said, ducking his head a bit.
"My apologies," she said, her hair dripping much like Thor’s as they both walked toward the castle.
"Either you are a king as you say or a lunatic,” Elodie began.
“Whichever the case, if you are going willingly you should not be prodded so. I do hope you are in fact Thor of Asgard for I have heard he is a great hero and--"
"Your Highnessss," came a hiss of a voice among the guards. From them emerged a man clad in black robes, his hair white and his skin the same shade. "I could not help but overhear..." he said "...you musssst not fraternize with sssstrangers. What will your father and mother think?"
Elodie's demeanor changed entirely but whether it was due to the threat or the presence of the enrobed man it was not clear. "Good luck to you, Perhaps King of Asgard."
"Come child," the man cooed. "I will ssseeee you back to your room."
"No!" she said abruptly quickening her pace. "Forsythe will see me safely there."
"But--" the hooded man protested, reaching for her arm.
"My father may require your counsel as to what to do with our visitor," she said. "Forsythe, come."
And with that one of the guards stepped out of the ranks, leaving Thor walking beside the robed man who was now glaring at him. "Asgard hassssss been obliterated. We sssssssaw it. You will not deceive my king and I with your lies. It will be my pleassssure to rip the truth from your flesh for my ssssssire.”
What a strange little man, Thor thought, unconcerned with his threats. The blond reached out and clapped the freakish man on his shoulder, grinning down at him.
"Asgard has indeed been left in ruins," he said with a nod. "It pleases me that your senses are still among you given your age! I'll have you know that no son of Odin would let Asgard fall entirely. Did you not witness the large metallic craft that brought my people safely from the ruins while you watched the skies?"
Thor removed his hand. "The truth you will 'rip' from me will expose just that. Though I am certain your king appreciates your loyalty. It will not go unnoted. He and I will speak of this interaction merrily once you have realized who I am and why you should not be threatening me," he finished with a wink.
"We ssssaw no such thing," the snakey man said, ducking his shoulder to try and escape the grasp of the dripping wet man. "It issss no threat...but a promisssse..."
Before more could be said, they were passing through the rear gates of the castle. On the wall were large stained glass lamps that seemed to glow with a warm, ethereal light that could have perhaps been electric but did not seem to be bright enough to rival the sort on Earth. The guards ushered Thor through to the throne room where the king sat upon a great silver throne.
As Thor entered the grand room, he looked pleased at what he saw. If he had to fall into some ridiculous realm, at least it was one that was beautiful and fair and full of buildings and women of the same descriptors. The pleasure registered on his face as he entered, not taking a knee before him but instead gesturing around him as he spoke, turning slightly as he did.
King Cepheus was very much the model of Winderfellian form, although he was one of the older men of the realm. He stood above 6 feet and had skin as pale as moonlight due to the limited sunlight that made its way to the kingdom. His eyes were pale blue, almost colorless, and his features were sharp and angled.
He turned his stark blue eyes upon the men who entered as the guards took to a knee and the hooded gentleman prostrated himself before the man.
"Sssssire...thissss ssssstranger was caught fraternizing with the princessssss by the lake. He has done nothing but sssssspin lies about his originsssss, claiming to be of Assssgard."
He was poised to continue when the King boomed, "Silence Melchior."
Steepling his fingers, the king looked to the stranger. "I would prefer to hear your tale formed with your own tongue, assuming you have the gift of speech."
"I have indeed the tongue with which to confirm that I am the mighty Thor of Asgard!" He proclaimed triumphantly, raising his fist above his head as if he held his hammer.
"And I have happened upon your world after saving what was left of mine. It was not in my intention to fall from the metallic steed upon which I rode onto your planet and into the lake surrounding your palace, but I am here nonetheless and would prefer not being deemed a liar."
He dropped his hand from above him and instead held both of them out to the side of his body. "Is this not how you anticipate the God of Thunder to appear? Have I disappointed your fantasies?" He teased, giving an expectant look.
The King looked on stoically as Thor began to proclaim his identity with the sort of bravado one would expect from Asgardians who fancied themselves gods. Soleil was far beyond the sphere of the nine realms that Odin had once presided over, but that did not mean that news of he and his sons had not traveled there.
"You have disappointed no one," Cepheus said. "Merely surprised. We hope you will not find insult in the reception you have received. Our kingdom has been through many trials of late and We fear it has put everyone on edge, not least of which our closest advisor Brother Melchior..."
He cast his blue eyes upon the man, "...who may rise and give you the apology you are owed."
Thor looked pleased when it was clear that at the very least this King had his wits about him. He gave an understanding nod when the King apologized for the way he was welcomed and explained his reasoning.
"I understand your concern and think nothing of it," he said genuinely now that he did not think he had to fight to keep his name. "I assume others of such prestige enter your grand palace free from the waters of your lake, he joked, looking down at his clothes. "It is reasonable."
"But...Sssssire..." Melchior said, looking incredulous as he rose to his feet and dusted himself off.
"Have you been so long from your studies that you no longer recognize the signatories of an Asgardian displayed there before your eyes on what is clearly a fine mythril breastplate? You have erred and embarrassed the crown...but as it was not Our mistake, should you expect Us to give the apology?"
"No, Ssssire," Melchior frowned. He turned to Thor and stiffly said. "I apologize, Thor ssssson of Odin. If I have offended it was only out of concern that you meant my beloved Princessss harm."
"I accept," the King of Asgard said with a shit eating grin before turning back to the King.
"There," the king declared. "That was not so difficult, was it? You may leave us now, Melchior, and take the guards with you."
"Yes Ssssssire," Melchior bowed before they made their way.
"Now, then," Cepheus said. "You are in the presence of King Cepheus, Sovereign of Winderfell on the Ream of Soleil. If it please you, Thor, Son of Odin, you may have lodging here until you can be reunited with your people. The finest guest quarters can be prepared for you, and we will see that you are well fed and comfortable for the evening. Then, tomorrow, we can have a proper banquet in your honor to welcome you here to our fair kingdom."
"You are much more accommodating than your loyal advisor led me to believe, King Cepheus. Your hospitality is appreciated. I was concerned after the fall of Asgard I would yet see another land as fine, but I have been proven wrong," he complimented the king, figuring it was the least he could do.
The King smiled broadly when the Asgardian king complimented him on his kingdom. "Having heard of the beauty of your realm, We are honored by your praise. And our deepest condolences for the loss of your home...if We can aid your people at this time in any way, We would be pleased to."
Cepheus suddenly realized that perhaps having Asgard settle on Soleil could be a boon for him. They were known to be legendary warriors. Perhaps they could help him see to his enemies. Befriending this king could mean establishing a happy alliance for the future.
"Allow me to take my leave. Plummeting from the stars does more than just tire the body…" Or if Thor was being honest, he'd say that he wished to go snoop about the castle and try to catch the princess before she retired for the night.
"Of course," he proclaimed. "A page shall escort you." He clapped his hands and waited for him to arrive. "Take King Thor of Asgard to the royal guest quarters and see that food is brought. And that he has whatever he might desire..."
With what could have been a smile, he added, "With the exception of my fair maiden daughter, of course." Chuckling, he bid Thor good night and the nervous page showed him the way through the grand palace.
It was as if this man knew what was on Thor's mind as he stated that he could have anything he wanted outside of his daughter. Thor laughed good naturedly as if to say that such a thought was out of the question then.
"'til the morrow, King Cepheus," Thor still wore the same smile as he was escorted out of the grand throne room and throughout the sprawling palace. His eyes had been peeled the entire time he was walking, though he kept his head forward as not to cause any assumptions that he had been peering in places his eyes didn't belong or looking for something that he was not supposed to have.
Or someone, as it were.
When they reached the regal guest suite, the page bid him good evening. Thor opened the door, where the princess sat there still in her wet nightgown, perched on the edge of the bed with her knees just slightly parted.
"King and not madman, then?" she asked with a wry smile.
"Had you only believed me before we'd have a canopy of stars instead of stone as well as the privacy of moonlight," Thor replied with a crooked smile in her direction.
Elodie pouted out her lip a little as if this news disappointed. "This is true," she said, "But...perhaps you will linger more than one night so that when next we meet it can be in the setting we were deprived of."
"At the same time, there is something to be said for soft beds and sturdy walls, is there not? Surely such things can be even more useful than stars and moonlight, albeit not as beautiful."
"Do you still believe me to be a hero worthy of lore even after I came crashing down into your kingdom like a madman indeed and got you..." he motioned at her nightgown with a smirk. "All wet?"
The comment on the state of her clothing and perhaps of her nether regions prompted the princess to smirk. "If anything, I am intrigued by your bold entrance. I have never seen another like it."
Her legs parted more, and she added, "And I have never seen another man quite like you."
"Besides," she said, "Being wet is only a temporary inconvenience that can be quickly remedied. Or...slowly remedied until dawn, even. Wouldn't you agree?"
Thor wasn't sure he'd ever seen a woman as forward as this one, and he hadn't even learned her name. The women of Asgard had always been so coy and shy around him, even when he made it known that he was clearly interested. To see this woman so blatant in her desires only made Thor grow in his. He temporarily forgot about the niceties of the King and the strangeness of the day and the safety of Banner and found himself glad that he'd fallen into this world.
With each inch that her thighs parted, Thor stepped closer to her until he was right upon her. Elodie's pulse quickened as he approached, but her calm demeanor did not leave her.
Touching her chin with his thumb, Thor gently guided Elodie to stand, peering down into her eyes. She slowly rose, hands at her side though she longed to reach for him. Make him wait, she thought, at least for a breath or two.
With a wave of his hand, Thor rid his torso of the armor that robed him, leaving him standing there bare chested before her.
"W can remedy one instance of this cursed wetness quickly," he said in a husky tone, sliding his arm around Elodie’s waist. He pulled her against him and shifted his hand to hold her by one of her thighs, using the other hand to remove the wet gown she wore.
He discarded the sopping garment at the foot of the bed. Elodie could feel the cool air licking her skin that was both sorts of damp. The wet nightgown was gone from her and she made no effort to hide any part of her from his sight or his touch.
"The other we can see to until your frail form gives in," he said as he dipped his head down to kiss roughly at her neck and collar bones.
"And test these sturdy walls you speak of," the blond added through a breathy, low laugh against her skin as he pressed her up to the cool wall.
Her eyes closed, head tilting to the side to give him free reign over whatever part of her flesh he wished to explore. "My frame..." she panted, her hands coming to run through his long hair, "...is much sturdier than it appears, even in the face of..."
Turning her head, she whispered against the lobe of his ear, "...the god of thunder." The words said, she captured the fleshy part of his ear between her soft lips and suckled, brushing the skin with the tip of her tongue.
"The walls may be a bigger concern," she said as she found herself flush against one. "Though I cannot think of a more enticing way to test the foundations of the castle..."
Thor used his powerful body to keep her pressed against the stony wall, his hands free to roam her waist, her hips, her breasts, her thighs, anywhere they could reach as she appealed to his ego and called him the god of thunder in that whispered way.
A low moan sounded against her skin as she did, and he smiled against her flesh as he said, "I fear the walls are not what will be quivering before this god of thunder," but the words barely got out before an intake of breath seemed to suck them right back in when her fingers slipped beneath his waistband.
"Quiver, will I?" she gasped, arching her back into his touch, clearly coaxing his touch to her pert tits. "...would that not make you the God of--" she gasped as his hand found its way to a particularly sensitive spot. "--wind and not--" but she could not finish her thought, perhaps not quivering but panting too hard to complete the syllables.
Reaching down, she brushed her fingers over the front of his breeches.
And without waiting for an invitation, the bold maiden snaked her hand behind the fastening and plunged it downward, seeking out the very steel she spoke of.
"She waits for nothing," he whispered through a pleased, near drunken smile, allowing himself the freedom of slipping his pants down just enough to where he could guide himself out of her hands and to a much warmer place.
When he commented on her unwillingness to wait, she gave a lusty smirk, "He expects a woman to be patient? Clearly, he has never had the pleasure of a princess before."
And it seemed he did not wish to test her patience further. One of Thor’s hands cradled the back of Elodie’s neck as he wasted no time and slid inside of her. She wrapped yet strong thighs around his waist and sunk her fingertips into his shoulder blades as he began to thrust.
Immediately, he began to build a rather swift and firm rhythm. Remembering how this had been forbidden just moments ago only seemed to make his movements seem that much more eager.
To try and quiet herself, Elodie buried her face against Thor's neck, but moans were still audible as he brought her closer and closer to her breaking point. Finally and explosively, she climaxed around him, her now quivering body begging his to join hers in bliss.
Thor had once been the type to believe that he wanted a woman who might submit to him and his desires, not one that might take her desires into her own hands. It was exhilarating to say the least, and with every reaction that he got from her, he found himself growing impossibly excited.
She held onto him with ferocity, and it was good that she had as he did not hold anything back when fucking her, every muscle of his body going to work for him. Feeling her try to keep herself quiet and breathing against his skin was enough to push him over the edge, and once she had cum, he was short to follow after with a groan that was not shy or quiet by any means, although he found himself wishing that it had been; a knock came at the door at that very moment along with an announcement that the food the King had promised had been delivered.
Thor held up a finger to his lips, breath labored as he set her back down on the floor. He flattened his hair out a bit and with another wave of his hand was dressed as if nothing had happened. He went to the door and cracked it open just enough to accept the offering and thank the man who'd brought it.
Shutting the door again, he turned around and let out a breathy laugh.
"That could have been...unfortunate," he commented as he brought the tray of food over to one of the tables in the room. He returned to her with a large lavender berry and popped it between her lips. Elodie captured Thor’s fingers in her mouth and sucked them for a moment before she pulled back and took to eating the proffered fruit.
"But I still consider myself quite the lucky King."
"Surely that was worth the threat of execution should I have been found in your chambers," she teased. She didn't think her father would go so far as to try and kill the King of Asgard over such a thing, but it was fun to tease.
She slipped past him and went to the bed, reclining on it rather shamelessly. Laying on her side with her head propped up by her hand, she nodded toward the food.
"Enjoy the taste of whatever our cooks have prepared for you..."
Rolling onto her back, she stretched her arms overhead and said casually, "And then perhaps I will in turn take a taste of the Son of Odin...unless our near discovery has made you afraid to keep me within these walls"
"My death has been threatened for less," Thor said with a smile and a shrug when she quipped about the sin they had just committed.
"And I would have died with greater bliss than anything Valhalla could promise me," he added with a wink in her direction.
"Nothing makes Thor shy away," he said with a delighted grin as he approached the bed again, reaching out his hand for her to pull her to him again.
"Although I'm not sure you have any room left between your lips with all of that filth on your tongue..."
He rolled onto his back and pulled her down with him, however, releasing her hand and instead tucking his own hand under his head, eyes closing.
"But, come, let us find out."
And so, just as the nameless princess had promised, the night was spent in secret in Thor's chambers with the food that was brought to him having grown cold and untouched by the time morning came.