The Class Clown- Thorki Fanfic

Chapter 20

As I move my bowl from the wheel to the shelf, Thor pokes his head in and his smile drops "I was hoping to have a ghost moment."

I roll my eyes, before resting my hands on his cheeks and giving him a kiss. When I move my hands away, there's clay handprints on his face "I just have to clean up my wheel, then we can leave."

As I clean my wheel, the hippy ceramics teacher that reeks of patchouli, walks into the room and asks "Did you get your bowl done?"

"Yes ma'am." I state, before asking "The kiln is firing tomorrow, isn't it?" she nods and I ask "Do you think it'll be cool enough to gloss during class tomorrow?"

She nods "It'll be fine." She sits on the edge of the table and asks "What color are you going to gloss?"

"I think I'm going to dip the outside black, and pour the inside a light green." I state and she nods in approval.

She takes my bucket and nudges me "It's almost six. You boys head home." I give a weak smile, before hanging up my apron and walking Thor out.

"How was practice?" I ask as we walk towards his SUV. The sun is only a couple hours from setting in the mid September sky.

"Long." he remarks, before joking "Couch is determined to get us to state, no matter how many of us have a heart attack along the way."

I hum, before leaning back in the seat "Rah, rah, for my big buff boyfriend." I joke, before poking him in the side "If you win state, I'll be your slave for the rest of the school year."

"That sounds vaguely sexual." he declares and I hum, before he asks "You meant it to be sexual, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." I tell him and he licks his lips, before reaching over and gripping my thigh, softly.

He glances my way as he pulls out of the school parking lot "I'm not going to push you." he insists "You take your time. I'll wait for you."

I press my lips into a fine line and he gives a weak smile "But I want to." I declare and he gives a doubting look "I really want to."

"No you don't." he insists and I cock an eyebrow to him "You want to distract myself from what he did to you, and you want to feel better, even if it will damage you more."

He releases me as he makes a turn "Hela did the same thing." he stops at a red light and explains "She would sneak out to parties and wouldn't come back until the morning."

"Wasn't she ten?" I ask and he nods.

"The sleeping around didn't start until she was twelve." he tells me, before explaining "Mom and dad noticed when mom unknowingly locked her out two years later."

"Shit." I sigh and he hums, before I ask "What makes you think I'm going through that?" he cocks his eyebrow to me.

"Because I know you, Loki." he insists, before taking my hand and announcing "I'll make a deal with you. When you're stabile enough to stop smoking, I will hold you to that deal."

I pull my hand from his and he gives an amused look, before continuing driving.

~

The months pass slowly. Hela and Carol come down every weekend to see Thor's games. Our friends come over every weekend, as well.

They don't know what happened. And with every passing day, I debate on telling them, but I don't.

On the day we're released from school for Christmas break, Odin came home from the first time in since he left. It's the day after, and everyone is gathered around in the kitchen island.

The snow outside is ankle deep. Natasha nudges Thor "Are you ready for state?" Thor gives a cocky smirk.

"We're going to beat Buffalo's ass, next Friday." Thor insists as Odin walks into the kitchen "Hey, dad."

"Hey." Odin gives a weak smile, before looking to our friends "Sorry kids, but I need you all to clear out. We need a family meeting."

Silently, they clear out and we move to the living room. After a long moment of leaning against the doorframe, Odin states "We've offered therapy for the past months. You haven't gone."

I set my jaw, before looking towards the ground. When I'm silent for too long, Odin insists "You need to go to therapy!"

"I need for you to get off my arse!" I hiss and the whole family looks taken aback "I don't give a shit, what you want me to do!"

When he remains silent, I gock and pull out my pack of fags "Forget it." I order, before stepping towards the back door.

Odin grabs my wrist and I shove him off as I scream in a horrored tone "Get your goddamn hands off of me!"

He releases my wrist and our eyes lock. His eyes read regret and I know for a fact that mine read with trauma.

After a moment, I step outside and light my fag. Once it's finished, I know I need to speak to Odin.

When I step back into the house, Frigga, Thor, Hela, and Carol look my way "Where's Odin?" I ask, softly.

"He's in the study." Frigga states and I give a soft smile, before stepping towards the study "He feels poorly."

I give a short nod, before knocking on the study door. There's a moment of silence, until I hear Odin sigh "Come in."

I open the door to find he rests his head on his fist "Can I have a word?" I ask and he nods. After closing the door, I sit in the armchair in front of the desk.

We're silent for a mom, before declaring "I know I need therapy." he raises his eyebrows and I shrug "But I physically can't."

He sits up straight as I continue "Therapy, in my family, means your broken." he furrows his brow as I clarify "And if THEY'VE broken ME, then they win." I shake my head "I can't let them win."

He presses his lips into a fine line, before asking "Which family says that therapy means you're broken?"

I pick my nails and state "My nan." he gives a short nod and I remark "Since she found out about the priest, she tiptoes around me."

He stands and moves around the desk to sit in the armchair next to mine "I'll tell you something, Loki." I give a weak smile and he states "All old people, nowadays, believes that. You know why?"

When I shake my head, he explains "They grew up in a time where less bad things were happenings. Back when people trusted Ted Bundy." I hum and he continues "They also felt pressured not to share their hardships, because that somehow meant they're of less worth. Times are changing." he shrugs "What you've been though... you need help."

"I know." I state of he nods, before I continue "I'm sorry." he gives a confused look "I got snappy. It's just... it's what I've always done. I'm trying to stop."

He shrugs it off "Don't worry about it. I should have known better. I grew up under similar circumstances." he gives a weak smile "I would lash out when anyone raised their voice."

I nod, before remarking "Your father raped you too, huh?" I joke and he gives and unamused look, causing me to furrow my brow.

"No, but he was a cruel man, at times." Odin explains and I give a weak hum, before he shrugs "I swear I'd never be that to my children."

I give a weak smile "I'd say that you're a good father... apart from the fact that you're never home."

He shrugs "The past few months have been really busy. Usually I'm home a lot more. Autumn is usually my busiest season."

I hum, before remarking "I think we caught each other at a bad time." he scoffs and I cross my arms "I've been to therapy before. All they've done is pump me full of pills that gave me pretty shit side effects."

He thinks for a second, before reaching over the desk and grabbing his address book. As he flips through it, he explains "Herbalist psychologist are easy to find these days."

He flips for a moment, before finding an address and looking towards me "I'm going to call around. You should go talk to Thor. He says he wants to take you up to the cabin in Rochester to clear your mind."