✯Rewrite The Stars✯

Chapter 13 - Past

"Daddy, daddy", a young girl with long blonde hair and dark eyes shouted at a man. He didn't look pleased with it. He looked at the girl sternly, "keep your mouth shut!". The girl looked taken aback but quickly stopped. "You're mother would be so disappointed in you", he groaned.

The girl was visibly hurt by that comment. She turned around and ran away. "Hey, come here you little brat", the man yelled. She was too fast for him. "No!", She yelled from somewhere behind him. He looked around the corner of a building, and she bumped against him. He harshly picked her up and swung the struggling girl over her shoulders.

As soon as they got into their house he grabbed a belt. The girl looked at him in fear, "please daddy, don't do it, I'm sorry", she cried. But it was to late...

Carol woke up with a startling gasp. Her hands immediately reached to her back. Her fingers slipped under her shirt and she could feel the faint lines of the scars still there. She felt some movements besides her, and she prayed Thor hadn't woken up.

She moved to the side and slipped of the bed. When her feet touched the cold floor she shivered a bit. While putting on her night robe she walked to the balcony that was connected to his chambers. She had spend so much time here already, just thinking about everything. She wanted to go back to earth to tell Maria, but she wasn't sure how she'd react, and the fear for Maria turning her back to Carol was too big.

She placed her hands on the railing and sighed. It was a beautiful early morning on Asgard. The sun was already visible at the horizon, casting the entire kingdom in soft orange and yellow glows. She had always admired the beauty of this place. It was so calming to the eye and watching the people wake up and start with their daily routine filled her with a reassuring feeling.

The birds slowly woke up and filled the air with the soft and gently humming and chirping. A breeze blew over the balcony and Carol's hair flew in her face. She pushed it away with a slight groan. Whenever she was feeling good something had to ruin it. In her case it was mostly nightmares or memories. She still didn't understand the fact that her past, especially her father, was coming back into her dreams. Yes, for years she had the same dream about the plane crash, and it was a memory but she technically didn't know that, even though she was convinced it was.

But what had changed that caused her father to appear in her dream, or the faint mentions of her mother. She wasn't even sure if her father was still alive. Not that she cared, he was a dick. When she met Maria and got introduced to her family, they immediately welcomed her as their own. She loved every single one of them. Always spending the holidays with them and having fun. The things she could never do at home.

Suddenly arms sneaked around her waist and her body was pulled backwards. "You should be in bed, Thor's tired voice groaned, but she could hear the teasing hint in it. "I woke up", Carol grinned. "I'll escort you back to bad m'lady", he mumbled as he swung her over her shoulder. she giggled and poked his sides. She moved her legs so much he was almost forced to drop her, but he held on.

"If you continue sneaking out I'll maybe have to tie you to the bed", he grinned as he put her down on the soft matress. "I don't think it'll keep me down long enough", Carol chuckled. She felt her blood rise to her cheeks. "Since when do you blush a purple haze?", He narrowed his eyes. "Given the fact my blood is blue it wouldn't be logical if my cheeks would turn green", she replied with a cocky smirk.

"You're unbelievable", he groaned as he pinned her to the bed, "and all mine". His possessiveness never failed to turn her on, and he knew it. He kissed her hungry. She pulled back and looked at him, "I'm going to bathe, care to join me". Carol's smirk did the job, because Thor already felt his cock hardening. "You can bet I do", he groaned with a hungry look in his eyes.

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Yon-Rogg couldn't tell how long he has been down in the dungeons anymore. Everything felt the same, and because there was no natural light, he didn't know anymore if it was night or day.

He got some food every few hours, but it was the bare minimum, some dry bread and some water. In the beginning he refused to eat it, but when the guards told him Vers insisted, he willingly obeyed.

Yon hadn't seen seen her since the day at her ship when he confessed his love. He could feel her pain, but also her lust, and it was torture. He'd rather die than stay like this any longer. The former commander wasn't someone who would beg, but after days of rotting away in the cell he needed to speak to Vers. He needed to hear her voice and see her face. Not that he deserved any of it, but he longed for it. Yon knew she didn't love him, it was crystal clear.

"You have a visitor", the voice of one of the guards sounded through the room. Yon didn't move, he sat on the bunk with his leg crossed. He was meditating, or at least trying to, since he heard that sentence he was too distracted. Two pairs of footsteps came closer. yon kept his eyes shut on purpose, he didn't want to see Vers with him. "Yon", it was her voice, of course it was, he could recognize it everywhere. He didn't react, not wanting to show her how desperate he had gotten.

"Hey, she's talking to you", the voice of the man sounded, her lover. He despised the idea of him being her mate. The Kree allowed their people to only mate with their own species, so there wouldn't be any half-Kree. Of course something like that could never be completely prevented, given there were many traitors, but it was frowned upon if you were half-Kree.

Yon heard his celldoor open and close. "Thor, you can leave, I can take care of myself", Vers' voice was close, he was convinced she had came into the cell. He heard a pair of footsteps fade away, and once the sound of them was completely gone, he opened his eyes. The eyes he met were full of fury and disgust, not like the normal bright and lovely ones he always saw when he looked at her.

He didn't know what to say. Well, if he would say something, it was likely he would get hit or shot by her photon blasts, and it wasn't the most pleasant feeling. "I don't even know why I came here", Vers mumbled after a few minutes. She turned around, ready to leave. "It's our blood", the words slipped out of his mouth before he even noticed it. She turned around and narrowed her eyes, "so you're saying that the blood that is coursing through my veins not only makes me feel your pain and such, but it also makes me want to see you?!?", She sounded disgusted.

"I'm not sure, this hasn't been done in eons", Yon immediately added, "but in the old scriptions there have been cases of mates feeling drawn to each other even more after their wedding ceremony".

Wedding ceremony? What the hell was the prick talking about. Carol lit up her hands, and he lost his calm, she saw the fear in his eyes. Good, he didn't deserve anything else. "Whenever two mates marry, they share blood, it's a tradition. Our blood is sacred and shouldn't be shared, not even within our own kind, unless the bond between two Kree is so strong that they trust each other completely. It creates a telepathic bond between them, and they can't live long without being in the company of the other".

What the fuck?!? Did he just say that technically they're married, and she had no voice in it?!? "Yon... I have one question... Are we married?", Carol tried to control her voice, but the anger inside her was getting unbearable. He looked down, unable to look her in the eyes as he answered.

"Yes."