Give me Love

9. The God of Thunder

Time seemed to fly when you were talking with Thor. Well... it could have been the company, or it could have been the everlasting darkness that made you lose your sense of time. Whichever it was, you didn't particularly care. You just liked talking to someone who you weren't afraid of, someone who didn't threaten you with violence or rape, someone who was genuine.

It only took a few hours and Thor basically knew your entire life story. Your colorful home life before Loki took over, a Mother too zonked out on anti-depression medicines to notice the uselessness of her boyfriend, a father who was never there, and the rest of your family, backstabbing, manipulative and cold. You didn't want to weigh him down with your issues, but, you couldn't stop yourself, you were like a broken faucet, releasing every word that came to your mind. After moving past your family, you told him about your friends, with whom you had lost contact with soon after the incident in New York. That was when you felt the tears begin to slip down your cheeks. Were you a bad person for caring more about the safety of your friends than your family...? You tried to cover the tears with laughter and feigning a speck of dust had flown into your eye, but you were a bad liar, and an even worse actress. Thor reached between the bars that separated you and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

"What are their names?" he asked softly.

"W-what?" you asked, not understanding why that, of all things, would be important.

"If they made it to one of the refugee camps The Avengers set up, their names would be on a list. They do it to ensure families aren't broken up, and so they can be reunited." Immediately your head snapped up, and the tears stopped dead. "I cannot possibly remember every name on that list, but I can find out for you..." You looked for a long while into his cerulean blue eyes, not sure whether you truly wanted to know... What if they weren't okay? What if they were still hiding in (Town)? What if - - You took a deep, calming breath and closed your eyes,

"(Friends names)..." you listed slowly, allowing Thor enough time between each to remember all of of them.

"Okay-,"

"And..." you quickly added. "And, (Family member's names)..." Thor nodded slowly, offering you a soft smile, which you returned.

You breathed in deeply. It felt like a weight had been removed from both your chest and shoulders, allowing you to breathe in properly for the first time since you had arrived in Stark Tower. "Okay, enough about me..." you said, wanting to change the topic as quickly as you could, "what about you?" Thor's smile faltered for a moment, before it returned. You could tell it was more forced than before. Maybe asking about his history wasn't the best idea...

***

After hearing a brief overview of Thor's family, you felt a little selfish... and sympathetic, and pained... Thor's and, at the same time, Loki's past made your own history seem like a walk in the park. There were no threats of war lingering on every small decision you made and you didn't have to be a beacon of light for an entire world... Sure, you had a rotten family at times... but at least they hadn't tried to kill one another... very often. There was one thing that stuck out in your mind as he spoke...

"Why wouldn't your father send help to stop Loki...?" you asked mindlessly. By this time you had moved to sit directly opposite Thor, and you were able to see his already sombre expression sadden further.

"I was forced to destroy the Bi-frost, which also destroyed the link between the realms. It took my father many hours and an excessive exposure to Dark Energy just to open the portal for me to get here. I do not think he, or anyone for that matter, would be physically able to open a gateway long enough for an entire army to come through..." your brows furrowed and you nipped at your lower lip,

"Well... that sucks..." you muttered, thinking Thor couldn't hear you. He did, and started chuckling. You felt a faint blush color your cheeks, feeling a cross between embarrassment and idiocy mixed in your stomach. However, those emotions were quickly replaced with laughter and happiness. Thor's laughter was horribly infectious and before you knew it, you were rolling around on the ground, holding your sides and giggling uncontrollably.