The pain that pours off of Thor is absolutely palpable. It hurts Natasha to be here and feel such anguish within him. There are so many things that he could be doing, and she knows that there are plenty of people out there in the world that need and want him, but he has lost so much. Thor was a man used to being worshiped, tied to a people, a home, a place and all of that is gone. His family is gone. Natasha wishes she could tell him how it'll all be okay, but she's a completely fucked individual inside, so what does she know.
Death haunts her wherever she lands. She never stopped killing, and look where it landed her. Her mother died fighting to get her back, her father sold her into the Red Room when she was a mere child. Natasha remembers none of it. She doesn't even know the names of her true parents. One of her earliest assignments was to infiltrate the country as an American family, pretending as spies do. That was the closest she came. It was such a joke. She knew nothing of family or friends until the Avengers. Now she had no one. Her life was shared with no one special.
Laying her head against Thor, she turns into it and inhales -- remembering the sharpness of his skin. There's a different quality to it than those from "Midguard", as he always called earth. It made her smile. He always seemed to smell like a fresh lightning storm. It was still there, just hidden. He was still there, if buried under his guilt and depression. Sliding her arm behind him as she laid against him, she ran it barely under his shirt and against his skin, she felt a little more human for the contact. Real, live, skin to skin contact.
"I've been there. It's beautiful. Quiet, but beautiful. They said you were busy, but I have a feeling that you had told them not to let anyone come by. I've made deliveries, and picked up things. We support your town as often as possible."
Running her face along his side, she kisses his shoulder. "Hey Thor? Did you want to watch those silly movies, or just sit here and cuddle more?"
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The pain that pours off of Thor is absolutely palpable. It hurts Natasha to be here and feel such anguish within him. There are so many things that he could be doing, and she knows that there are plenty of people out there in the world that need and want him, but he has lost so much. Thor was a man used to being worshiped, tied to a people, a home, a place and all of that is gone. His family is gone. Natasha wishes she could tell him how it'll all be okay, but she's a completely fucked individual inside, so what does she know.
Death haunts her wherever she lands. She never stopped killing, and look where it landed her. Her mother died fighting to get her back, her father sold her into the Red Room when she was a mere child. Natasha remembers none of it. She doesn't even know the names of her true parents. One of her earliest assignments was to infiltrate the country as an American family, pretending as spies do. That was the closest she came. It was such a joke. She knew nothing of family or friends until the Avengers. Now she had no one. Her life was shared with no one special.
Laying her head against Thor, she turns into it and inhales -- remembering the sharpness of his skin. There's a different quality to it than those from "Midguard", as he always called earth. It made her smile. He always seemed to smell like a fresh lightning storm. It was still there, just hidden. He was still there, if buried under his guilt and depression. Sliding her arm behind him as she laid against him, she ran it barely under his shirt and against his skin, she felt a little more human for the contact. Real, live, skin to skin contact.
"I've been there. It's beautiful. Quiet, but beautiful. They said you were busy, but I have a feeling that you had told them not to let anyone come by. I've made deliveries, and picked up things. We support your town as often as possible."
Running her face along his side, she kisses his shoulder. "Hey Thor? Did you want to watch those silly movies, or just sit here and cuddle more?"