Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

Game of Thrones

When next Emily awoke, more than Thor was at her side and she wrinkled her nose with a slight scowl. Thor looked upset, and she knew why, following his gaze to a tall, frightening and elderly man. Emily reached for Thor's hand and gave it a firm squeeze, more than a little pleased as she watched his demeanour melt from pure rage to an affectionate mess with one touch of her hand. He bent to kiss her, the scruff of his beard tickling her face in her favorite way as she fought to sit up in bed.

"Do not strain yourself on my behalf, princess. Take no note of my father, he is ill-tempered." Thor said with a sideways glance at who Emily assumed to be Odin. He stood tall, like a mountain, face grim and eyepatch shimmering in the pale light of the morning. Emily's eyes scanned the room for any sign of Frigga, to calm her own nerves, but the queen was nowhere in sight.

"Is it Loki you search for, Midgardian? I am unsure how long you seriously thought you could hide from me. The king."

Emily swallowed hard, shooting her boyfriend a panic-stricken expression. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but Odin intimidated her. His cold icy blue eyes felt as if they could flay her alive, and if she had been able, she would have ran at the first opportunity. She didn't know what he was threatening to do to Loki, but considering his history, she knew it couldn't be good. "With all due respect, Your Highness, I have no idea where Loki and Lanie are. I haven't seen or heard from them in weeks."

Odin shifted his eye to befall Thor. A stern and tight-lipped frown wrinkled his aged face. "Ah. So I see you are not the only of my children to shepherd unwelcome guests."

Thor's jaw hardened, and Emily mentally cursed herself. Fuck, I made a mess of that. Thor took a broad step toward his father, his crystal eyes daring him to breathe another word about the woman he loved. "You would do well to watch your tone, father. You speak of the women who will bare your precious throne its heirs."

"Yes, I have spoken with your mother. I am aware of your...situation, that is partly the reason for my visit. You mean to tell me Loki has also spilt his seed into the belly of a whore? I taught you boys better. This is unacceptable."

Thor's face reddened, and Emily readied herself as she expected to see him haul himself over her bed and tackle his father to the ground. However, the moment Thor opened his mouth to let out a snarl his father put him in his place. "You will hold your tongue when I speak to you!" Odin's roar bounced off the walls, and Emily slowly but surely pulled the blankets up to her chin. She had never been yelled at like that before, and she didn't blame Thor for biting his tongue.

"You best hope I do not find your brother, lest his bastard never know their father. But Loki is not why I came this morn. I have come to question the injured party about her intention for these children. As an unwed mother, her bastards have no claim to our family unless she is willing to settle before their birth."

Thor tried to control his temper, though the veins in his face throbbed as he fought to reign in the hatred behind his own voice. "Emily is not required to do anything you ask of her. I will ask her to be my wife when and if we are ever ready, not when you deem it pertinent. If you want legitimate heirs so badly, give the throne to Loki. He wants it enough to marry on impulse, I do not."

Odin sighed heavily. He closed his eye, unsure what he could even say to ever convince Thor that he was wrong. If anything, he had fostered too much love between the siblings as they grew, Thor would always be blindly loyal to his brother. "My son, you know why I cannot allow that. The throne would suit your brother ill."

"Why, because he is of Jotunheim? That didn't seem to stop you when you built him up to believe he had as much claim as I to the throne." Thor chided, pointing a thick finger directly in his father's face. "I know he is no saint, you do not need to remind me of that. But my place is not here, father. I belong in Midgard, with my family." He gestured toward Emily, resting a loving hand upon her bump. "I am that realms protector, I am an Avenger. Earth is my home, and it will likely be the home of my children. So I beseech you; give Loki a chance. Maybe if you had done so from the beginning none of this would have ever happened."