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"I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be."
Son of Thor Odinson and Lady Sif, Prince Triston Thorson, or the God of Strength, was the second in line for the throne. He'd been reminded of that for as long as he could remember.
One...
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❝ so high above, i feel it coming down ❞
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≫•✯•≪ chapter four, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒
Later on in the night, Triston, Thor and Erik stumbled down Main Street, singing a Norwegian Folk song. They improvised an impromptu drinking song dance routine involving side steps, and happy slaps, optimistically in time with the song, "The mood is good, our hearts are full, there's magic in the air. It's all because we're here tonight, and haven't got a care! So raise a glass, and toast to life, wherever it may lead. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed!"
Triston held up a hand for Erik's last finishing slab but he missed it completely and fell out of frame like a straight dead weight with a clunk. Emerging from behind the car where Erik fell, Thor stood up, with Erik slung over his shoulder, and Triston and Thor began to walk up the street towards Jane's trailer.
The smaller trailer was in a state of perpetual disarray, strewn with various books, old pizza boxes, etc. A worried Jane laid on her bed, attempting to read, but couldn't get through a single chapter her thoughts flooded with worried ones. But she was suddenly startled, pulled away from her book from a loud rapping on the door. She bolted to the door and opened it to find Triston and Thor, standing there with the unconscious Erik slung over Thor's shoulder. "Erik!" Jane exclaimed surprised, but worried, "Is he alright?"
"He's fine. Not injured at all," Thor assured.
As they entered, Thor accidentally banged Erik's head against the doorway, "Sorry, my friend..."
"What happened?" Jane asked.
"We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud," Thor said.
"Put him on the bed," Jane said and Thor moved through the small trailer, carrying Erik, like a bear hugging another bear, smashing into things along the way until he finally sat Erik down on Jane's bed. Erik awoke groggily and looked up at Thor through bleary eyes.
"I still do not believe you're the God of Thunder and you the God of Strength," Erik muttered to the two blondes, "But you ought to be," Thor grinned, patting him on the cheek.
As Erik drifted off to sleep, Thor pulled a blanket over him, as Jane watched, stunned by their friendship and impressed by Thor's sudden tenderness. He turned back to her to find Triston glancing around the trailer. "These are your chambers?" Triston questioned and Jane suddenly became self-conscious. She began to quickly clean up the mess around her.
"Well...it's more of a temporary living space, really. I don't usually have visitors here. Actually...I never do," Jane explained as Triston curiously picked up a sock off the floor smelled it.
