"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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SEVENTEEN: QUEEN
Sól woke up beside Thor, her gaze lifting to see him sound asleep next to her. She snuggled a little closer to him, her hand resting on his chest and her lips lightly pressing against his red cheek. He often sacrificed the cold night air for her uncomfortably warm embrace, which resulted in a sheen of sweat and slightly inflamed skin.
He hummed in his sleep, subconsciously pushing the covers away and frowning at nothing in particular. It was dawn, around the time Sòl usually woke up, so it was too early for him to do the same.
She quietly got out of bed and stretched before entering the bathroom. The water of the shower was turned on and the bathroom quickly began to fog up. Sól let her hair down from the scarf and undressed, stepping inside and sighing as the abnormally hot water cascaded down her frame. This was how she showered; to any normal person it would have been burning hot, but she was more than fine with this temperature.
Sól was busy detangling her soaking wet hair when she heard the bathroom door open. She peeked from behind the shower curtain, watching Thor wet his hands and sprinkle cold water on his face.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, startling him, "I know I get hot—"
"No kidding," he chuckled, turning back to the sink, "I'm alright, Sól."
"If you want..." she trailed off, catching his attention. He looked at her expectantly through the mirror. "I mean...if you want, you can join me. I'll turn the temperature down just for you."
"Really?"
"Yes. No funny business."
"I didn't hear that," he joked.
Sól rolled her eyes and reached for the nossle to make the water as lukewarm and comfortable to compensate for the amount of heat she carried and how hot Thor probably already was. She heard him enter the shower with her and he immediately hissed, cowering from the water. "What?"
"It's hot, Sól!" he exclaimed, his skin turning and even brighter red than it was. "God—"
"I'm sorry!" she giggled, quickly turning the nossle all the way to the right. The water quickly turned cold, and she still wasn't affected by it. Thor, however, did not like it so much.
"Oh my God, move," Thor switched places with her and adjusted the water to his liking. Sól picked up the ball of hair she had collected from her shedding hair and threw it away in the trash.
"Is that better?" she asked as he stood with his back to her, his skin turning a more normal fleshy color, a color that didn't indicate how uncomfortable the temperature had made him.
"Yes," he breathed, tilting his head up so the water could run down his face. Sól watched quietly as his hair began sticking to his skin and his previously red cheeks became a muted pink like they usually were. The water continued to run down his back, reaching every crease and dip between the muscles on his skin. His arm muscles protruded as he reached up to wipe his eyes.
