"The only thing that's permanent in life is impermanence."
Thor Odinson arrives back to New Asgard after decapitating Thanos in the privacy of his own home. He finds himself spiraling down a landslide of depression due to his younger brother's grues...
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FOURTEEN: IN THE MORNING
In the morning, Sòl felt brand new.
She felt very different at this moment, as if a weight had been lifted off her chest from the previous events. Her body felt lighter, softer, more relaxed than it used to be. The only parts that felt like pain were her thighs and parts of her neck; various places along her body already healing from the marks made from Thor's lips.
Currently, the goddess was in the shower, her eyes closed as the hot water ran over her face and down her wet body. Her breathing was slow and steady while the soap ran off her frame. Whenever the water hit the most tender places, she received a flashback from last night, causing her to flinch in pleasure and a small smile to grace her lips.
Sòl turned around in the shower, letting the water run through her hair, which was now out of its braids and quickly coiling up to its natural state. She let out an almost inaudible hum when the water ran down her back and her legs, her head hanging low and her eyes closing again.
After stepping out of the shower and thinking about making love to Thor again, Sòl dried herself off in the bathroom mirror, scowling at the largest love mark near her right breast. It was already in its healing phase due to Asgardian's ability to heal quicker than the average human, but still felt tender to touch. Sòl quickly got dressed, grabbing a short, baby blue sundress, one made of particularly thin material, almost dainty looking with ruffles at the thin straps.
She was finishing pulling her hair back into a bun when she felt warm hands graze her stomach and a broad chest press against her back. A smile crept onto Sòl's face as she blushed and looked in the mirror, meeting Thor's gaze. "Hi."
"Hi," he rasped, clearing his throat. His eyes were half closed from sleep, but he still tried to look at her, his lips spread into a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright," her own hands pressed against his, "I'm kind of sore," she heard him chuckle at that, "Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Okay," Sòl turned around in his arms and smiled at how messy his short hair was, "I can find us something in the kitchen. Does that sound okay?"
"Mhm," he bent his neck down to give her a short kiss on her lips, "I'll be in the shower then."
"Try brushing your teeth, also," she joked, patting his chest and escaping his embrace, "get away from me."
"Stop being mean. We had fun last night, didn't we?" he smirked, watching her walk towards the door.
She turned around, her eyes only widening slightly when she realized he was completely naked and sporting a semi. "No," she managed to say, making eye contact with him finally. He was still smirking at her. "Stop looking at me, Thor."
