All the cool kids are doing these. If you prefer to live chaotically, no thoughts just vibes, it's all here. In fact there's certainly stuff in the tag that I'm too lazy or chaotic to put here! Each fic has a brief summary on the post, there's nothing here that requires strong warnings (consider No Archive Warnings Apply), hope you enjoy it and so on and so forth thank you for reading have a good morning/day/evening/night/three am,
Under the cut, because I have manners/keep getting annoyed trying to look at my own blog. Updated 2025 as I rotate Arthur Morgan in my mind till I make myself sick (for the second time)
Pet tag: canon-typical violence, my beloved
Red Dead Redemption
✘ I Never Asked for Company (But I'm Not Asking You To Leave) ✘
Link to the masterlist where hopefully everything is
i. Woodrot & Gunsmoke ✘ ii. The naming of cowboys is a serious matter ✘ iii. Of Warrior Queens and Foundling Sons ✘iv. There was only one tent ✘ v. Dust and Rocks ✘ vi. Claws & Fangs ✘ vii. Every End a Beginning
Same universe, not the chapter fic:
✘ Schofield Shambolics - Arthur Morgan / Female Reader (Hellcat)
✘ Photograph - Arthur Morgan / Female reader (Hellcat)
✘ Cowboy Hitch - Arthur Morgan / Female reader (Hellcat) (18+, smut, explicit)
✘ Moustache (inktober) - Arthur Morgan / Hellcat (f reader)
✘ All in Due Course - Arthur Morgan / Female reader (Hellcat) (18+, smut, explicit)
✘✘ Gen fic (no central romantic relationships)
✘ Uncle Arthur - (Red Dead Redemption 2)
✘ ✘ A Moment's Peace - Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)
✘✘✘ Warnings: Canon-typical violence
✘ Not So Different - Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) & Charles Vane (Black Sails)
✘ Elysium For Exiles (Arthur is a ghost, helping Jack Marston, post RDR1. Multi chapter, ongoing)
✘ i. I grew up fast, I guess I grew up mean ✘
The Witcher
Tea & Tinctures ( Geralt of Rivia / Original Female Character, multi-chapter, ongoing (on hiatus)
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This one is dedicated to my dear friend @thorst <3
"Reese's peanut butter cups." Thor emphasized each word, punctuating them with small movements of his hand, holding one of the chocolate-covered snacks until he had finished speaking and the peanut butter cup disappeared. He didn't take bites out of them like most people, choosing instead to just toss them into his mouth like M&M's, but Carol wasn't about to correct him - especially when they brought that smile to his face that she adored so much.
"Who is Reese?" Thor mused, reaching for another one, "How did she invent something so delightful?"
Carol shrugged with a playful chuckle. "Maybe she's friends with Tim Tam," she suggested, to which Thor all but howled with laughter. Tim Tams had been a discovery from a few weeks ago not for Thor but for Carol, when she and Thor had made an impromptu trip to Australia to visit Thor's old roommate, Darryl. Between them both, Carol and Thor had managed to consume enough of the very chocolatey cookies - or biscuits, as Darryl termed them - that all the stores in the area managed to run out. They were left with copious amounts of Asgardian gold coins instead, though, so Carol thought they probably didn't mind very much.
"OK, so do you prefer Reese's peanut butter cups or that fancy British chocolate Sharon and Sam brought back from their trip to London?" Carol questioned, arching an eyebrow.
Thor's eyes widened after having just downed yet another peanut butter cup. "I have to choose?" he questioned.
"Yes, and your answer will prove your love for me. Choose wisely because these were my favorites when I was a kid," Carol countered, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Nice try. You are, as you would say, messing with me," Thor declared, looking somewhat triumphant, "You know I love you far more than any of Midgard's delicacies. My head might be turned by Reese, however..."
Carol broke into giggles and silenced him with a lingering kiss to the mouth.
March drabble challenge <3 • Thor Odinson and Astrid Thorsdottir Danvers • Earth 202 • General: No warnings
Thor had always loved the wind. When he had been small, before he'd ever held Mjölnir in his hand, he used to climb to the top of one of the palace's spires on particularly blustery days and lean in to it, arms outstretched, letting the power of the wind suspend him.
It had felt like flying, he had thought. Of course one day, when he was grown, he'd come to learn he'd been right.
He had never been caught in the game. Not by his brother, nor his mother, nor his father. It was a practice he'd simply outgrown; what point was there in merely leaning into the strong winds of Asgard when one could leap bodily amongst them?
So when Astrid, not yet four years old, had gone missing one fine spring morning, Thor was the only one who thought of the spires. And he wasn't surprised to find himself right.
The stairs up the great stone spire - which lead to an astronomy tower filled with instruments old even by Asgardian standards - were narrow and sway backed with age, the ancient stone worn down by generation upon generation of feet. Thor, broad and tall as he now was, did not bother with them, electing instead to fly to the top, wreathed in lightning and trailing thunder.
Astrid was bolder than even he had been, fearless and so far out over the edge suspended by her toes that even he who had done this very thing felt his heart skip a beat when he beheld her. He fought the urge to rush to her, to scoop her into his arms and away from that tremendous drop. It was not high enough to kill - he didn't know if such a height existed for them - but certainly high enough to wound.
She opened her eyes before he had a chance to do much of anything at all, glowing and grinning when she saw her with a delighted yelp. "Big Guy! Hi!" She stepped back from the precipice and Thor released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Astrid's speech still held a little of the roundness of infancy, but it was fading fast; she called him Dad more often than Big Guy now, and grew more independent and wily by the day it seemed to him. So when Thor landed softly beside her on the spire, and Astrid immediately threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a big kiss on his cheek, Thor takes his time in holding her to him.
"Did you see me? I can see everything from here. Even more than Heimdall. I think so." The words erupted in a burst with barely enough time for Thor to respond with the quirk of a brow - let alone actual words.
"I did see you—"
"I think I will come here all the time when I'm big like you. It will be easier when I'm more bigger, and then the steps won't take so long." She beamed, and Thor ruffled her hair, his hand huge against her unruly head.
"I think when you are grown, you will have better ways to see all of Asgard than climbing the spires," Thor chuckled, straightening Astrid's scarf so it sat just so about her shoulders. His own cloak bellied out in the wind, streaming behind him in a streak of crimson.
Astrid's grubby hands came to her cheeks, her teeth bared as she giggled in excitement that wasn't contained at all. "Flying?" She half-laughed, half-yelled at her father, bouncing a little as she did. "Are we going flying?"
Smiling, Thor kissed her forehead and nodded, walking backwards towards the edge of the spire once more, Astrid still in his arms. The girl gave a wild giggle and another squirm, though she tried to quiet herself.
"I think you are almost big enough to learn. You have the ability, Starlight. And certainly you have the courage."
Still bouncing in his arms, Astrid gripped Thor's shoulders and craned her neck to look down, past the solid mass of her father and down, down, down to the ground. To the palace, the city, the bifröst beyond. To space, in all its sprawling beauty. "Now, Big Guy! Let's go fast! Dad, so fast. I want to go so, so fast."
Thor laughed as he stepped backwards onto nothing, holding the girl in the safety of his arms. Lessons could wait. His daughter wanted to play.
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Astrid fics are always lovingly dedicated to her co-creators, @chimerrobang and @robb-stark <3
Tis The Soft Season Challenge • Thor Odinson / Carol Danvers • Earth 202 • Mature: pregnant Carol gets it on with Thor in comfy zero g.
Thor had his eye closed, a soft smile on his lips. His head was cradled in Carol's lap as she braided his long blond hair in the style he'd taught her years ago now, weaving flowers into it as she went. The blooms in this field were a soft cornflower blue and she smiled as she thought of the way they'd compliment the colour of his eyes.
Eye, she corrected herself silently as she bent to kiss his forehead. She couldn't reach, though, and made a tiny sound of consternation at the constantly glowing belly that prevented her from moving as she wished more and more often. As if sensing her frustration, their baby kicked and stretched, and Carol leaned back onto her arms the better to breathe.
Thor was up in an instant, that one blue eye (Carol still imagined him with two, and wondered how long that would last) filled with warm concern as he came to cradle her head in one large hand. Carol smiled up at him. He really did look pretty with all those flowers. "I'm fine," she began, though she had to admit the experience of being suddenly out of breath when they both had been sitting still was not one she would be getting used to any time soon.
In answer, Thor kissed her, his other hand coming to caress her rounded stomach. The glow was strong enough that the bones of his hand could be seen as shadows in his flesh. He moved to place a kiss here, as well. "You be kind to your mother, Starlight," he murmured, smiling, "I am very fond of her."
Grinning, Carol eased herself back against the soft grass, small smile on her lips. She had to roll onto her side almost immediately, though, and smiled as much to herself as to Thor when he was immediately there, kissing the spot in front of her ear that never failed to make her shiver.
"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?" She could feel his smile against her skin, her expression coy when he moved to catch her gaze.
"I'm comfortable here," Carol lied, throwing her head back to laugh when Thor pouted dramatically before returning her laugh and scooping her easily into his arms.
Carol stretched - such that she was able - and snuggled her head against Thor's chest with a contented sound and was rewarded with the low rumble of his chuckle reverberating through his chest. "You seem more comfortable already."
"Okay, wise guy," Carol retorted without moving; her back felt better as he held her like this than it had in hours. As she closed her eyes, she felt her hair, and the hair on Thor's arms, begin to stand on end as he gathered the lightning about them both in preparation for flight. This prompted her to look quizzically up at Thor, whose eye she could see even from this angle was overflowing with the storm already.
Usually, around her, that meant only one thing. She smiled to herself and turned back against his chest, curious about what he had planned.
"You must have drifted off," Thor's warm voice awoke her, and she blinked up owlishly at him. His hair, still only half braided, floated gently about his face, and the lightning that leapt from his skin was moving in slow, pulsating strings in place of the frenetic, dancing forks she was more accustomed to. Her back felt better, the baby no longer putting pressure on it as they floated, utterly weightless.
Earth glowed beneath them, huge beyond reckoning. She glanced at the spectacle of it for only a moment before turning her smiling face back to Thor. "This is much more comfortable," she murmured against his lips, kissing him deeply as his hands roved down the length of her back, caressing the curve of her ass before anchoring at her thighs.
"I can make you more comfortable," he replied, and she felt his voice as much as heard it, pressed up against his chest. He winked while she was looking at him - an expression he had taken some time to master again after losing his eye - and with a shimmer his clothing winked out of existence, his skin warm beneath her hands.
For someone who insisted he had barely any magic of his own relatively often, he certainly was capable of a lot of it. "Suddenly I'm over dressed," Carol grinned, tracing a finger over the line of his clavicle, down the centre of his chest and, being interrupted by the presence of her own body pressed against him, down his rippling obliques. Carol ground her hips against him, biting her lip eagerly at the feel of him hot and hard beneath her.
Thor bent to kiss her throat, sucking hard enough to mark her skin some before moving a hand to press and stroke between her thighs, over the rough fabric of her jeans. "How much do you like these clothes?"
Carol pressed her head against Thor's chest, gasping and wanting already at his slight touch. Almost enough to forget that these were her favourite pregnancy jeans. They had little zippers down the sides and motorbike style knees and Thor ground himself against her and Carol could feel how hard he was for her already through the infringing fabric and she wanted them off, wanted them gone, there would be other cute jeans than these in her life. She moved to look at him and smirked, one eyebrow quirking. "Let space have 'em, big guy."
She didn't have to tell him twice - not that she ever did, about anything at all- and Thor grinned a wild grin that reminded her from time to time 'oh yeah, he's a Viking god' and she felt rather than heard the fabric giving way immediately under the force of his touch.
They didn't float away so much as hurtle as fast as Mjölnir ever was, wild and unhindered by friction or gravity into the infinite dark of space. She'd just had time to wonder if they'd ever be seen by sentient eyes again when Thor had his arms around her. Even before he slid himself into her slow and sweet and tender, the lights of all the starry host hung round them faded into insignificance to each of them as they nestled into the other's embrace.
Thor rested his forehead against Carol's as they moved together, moaning long and loud as the tight heat of her squeezed along the length of him as he rolled his hips against her. "You feel so *good,*" he managed in a deep, stuttering groan.
Carol clung to him, arms wrapped tight around his broad, muscular shoulders. There was no thunder in space, but his lightning more than made up for that. In the vacuum, it grew and glowed from him like tongues of flame, weaving with her own prismatic tendrils of light, their two powers more complimentary than ever out here in the vast nothing. They glowed white-hot together, out here, where there was no reason to hold any of it back.
Her light blazed all the brighter as Thor found the sweet spot inside her that made her gasp his name and shiver. "Thor," Carol whispered, the sound a small and intimate thing, a breath meant only for her lover's ear. "don't stop."
Nobody else could make eyes filled to overflowing with all the power of a storm soft and tender, Carol had long thought, but Thor did. His kiss was not soft - he rightly assumed that wasn't what she wanted right in this moment - nor was the way he drove his cock into her, not stopping, just as she'd asked. But his hands caressed her even as they held her steady, and between hungry kisses he nuzzled her throat and cheeks and she could hear tiny murmurs of love and delight falling from his lips.
Thor felt Carol coming undone around him, on him, and he focused on that with single-minded intensity. It had not been easy for her, these past weeks, as the baby had grown and made any kind of comfort increasingly difficult, let alone like this (not to mention the constant glowing, which even now persisted, drowned out only by their own dazzling radiance as they held nothing back). They had each tried their best, but Thor had suspected that this would be better, and he couldn't be happier to find he had been right. Carol's breathless gasps, the way her fingers wove through and tugged at his hair, the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, wanting more; they urged him on far more than the dizzying wave of pleasure gathering in his own body.
Carol came with a cry muffled against his lips; muffled only because she needed to kiss him. Thor closed his eyes and returned both kiss and moan as her climax ushered in his, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm breathtaking over his cock and he keened softly against her lips as he spilled within her, her fingers pressing hard enough to leave impressions in the firm muscle of his back.
They float like that, silent, satiated, wrapped in each others' embrace. The cold of the vacuum is nothing against their own fires, and they had nowhere to be. Carol laughed and kissed Thor's nose. "Your flowers have all frozen."
"Mm," he rumbled in assent. "Midgardian flowers don't like the cold."
She laughed and cupped his cheek. "Asgard next time, then."
I've found myself in a real struggle town lately in terms of writing, so instead, I offer this, my unfinished scratchings in the sand. They are all MCU and set in Earth 202, which is a slice of the multiverse that belongs to my two friends @robb-stark , @chimerrobang and I, which we've been worldbuilding and writing in for like a year and a half. || 2 of 3
Cross posted from pillowfort! I'm Fulminosa there <3
Warnings: foreplay? making out? "you find a statue of your boyfriend and it turns out he's a fertility god and yes that's a very exaggerated appendage the statue has, why is this hot"
❡ What Happens In The Vault (light NSFT)
Carol had closed her eyes when her lover had kissed her, but she knew his would be backlit by the white-blue light of the storm, and she grinned against his lips at the feel of the lightning that trailed his touch in forks and sparks along her back.
“Might be fun to pray and know I'll get an answer.” Thor made a funny little sound in the back of his throat at that, and she opened her eyes to look up at him between kisses.
“I would always answer you,” he rumbled, suddenly and unexpectedly sincere, the depth of emotion in his eyes striking, even if they were still overflowing with lightning.
His hand settled on the back of her head, and Carol nodded. “I know, big guy.” She smiled, and kissed him soft and slow, till they each were breathless with want of the other. “I’ve never prayed to you, though. Unless you count all those times—”
Thor laughed and nipped her lip, moving his hands to support her where she’d floated up against him. “They count,” he grinned, then turned his head to nod at the statue. “You could try it. It would be new to me.”
Carol smiled against Thor’s lips, hooking her legs around his waist the better to bring him as close as possible - though his armour felt increasingly in the way. “Well, then we gotta,” she breathed, grinding her hips against Thor’s hard enough to make them both shiver. Reaching up to weave her fingers through Thor’s hair, the long, smooth locks already starting to frizz with static. She gave his hair a playful little tug and grinned wider when the god of Thunder hissed, his eyes burning brighter for a moment. She wondered how bright they’d be in a moment, whether the two of them would light the whole of the gloomy vault. “How does it work?”
Thor took a moment to collect himself, a little wordless sound escaping from the back of his throat. “Ah,” he began, moving one hand from its place at her hips (he was more than strong enough to hold her one-armed, after all), and reached out for the statue. Touching it, he could feel the magic in it and the magic in him speak to one another; it almost seemed to vibrate in his hand. “You have to read the inscription,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He wondered if Carol would ever have less of an effect on him - he rather thought not.
With a scoffing laugh, Carol ran a finger along the carved runes -which ran, of course, the length of the statue’s exaggerated shaft. “I still can’t read Aesir, buddy.” The stone was cool and smooth under her touch, but she noticed the way Thor’s skin shivered when she did it.
He swallowed thickly, and Carol kissed him; it was hard not to find the way she affected him completely endearing. “It’s Old Norse, not Aesir” Thor replied, his voice tight, “which means I can just—” he kissed her again, and the next time Carol looked at the statue, she found to her surprise that the runes made sense, sorting themselves in her mind to words she knew, though not ones in English.
“Tell me again that you can’t do magic,” she whispered.
“Shame about the weather.” Carol had been miles away, but the barista’s carefree tone snapped her back to earth.
“Sorry, what?” Carol reached for the two coffees the younger woman was offering.
“Shame about the weather,” she repeated with a nod out the coffee shop’s large storefront windows. Carol followed her gaze, to where a torrential downpour was soaking the city streets. Her next words were drowned out by a tremendous crash of thunder that sent yelps through a few of the store’s occupants and a shiver of an entirely different kind down Carol’s spine. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
“You gonna drink them both yourself?” The barista - Katie by her name badge - was repeating patiently.
Carol sipped hers of the two drinks - the cappuccino. “Actually I really like it.” It put her in mind of broad shoulders, warm laughter, sparks that jumped and tingled across her skin and-- but that hadn't been the question, this time. She brought the heel of her hand to her forehead after placing her coffee back down, and gave Katie an apologetic wince. “Sorry, I'm a little bit distracted. No, they're not both for me.”
Lightning tore through the skies outside, and this time Katie waited for the thunder to fade before speaking again. Carol's heart was racing. “You’re gonna go out in that?”
Carol beamed at her. “I won't have any trouble out there.” She winked. “This coffee, it's for—”
“Oh shit,” Katie laughed suddenly, then covered her mouth with one hand and leaned in over the counter towards Carol. “You're Carol freaking Danvers? I didn't recognise you without all the…” here she gestured loosely at Carol, who today was wearing a nondescript grey and purple hoodie and a pair of very well broken in Levi's.
“Space armour?” Carol offered helpfully.
“Space armour.” Katie agreed. Suddenly, she seemed to fall shy, stumbling over a few half words before Carol stepped in.
“Of course I'll sign something for you or take a selfie or both. Thanks for the coffee by the way, great stuff.”
It was Katie's turn to beam, and as she quickly fished her phone out from behind the counter, she picked up their conversation. “So you were saying-”
“Oh yeah!” Carol laughed, another thrill running down her spine as the storm outside raged on. “The other coffee is for Thor. And I think this might just be my favourite kind of weather.”
Anyway no thoughts only Thanvers this isn't anywhere close to all that I have, lmao. Why can't I finish a goddamn fic
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Carol Danvers / Thor Odinson • Earth 202 • Soft Season Challenge • Mature : smut 18+ this one is smut all the way down start to finish
"Thor," Carol gasped his name, fingers twisting in his hair as he licked a slow stripe through her core. He let out a worldess moan against her as she tugged at his hair, his hips bucking against the bed beneath him. Carol pulled at his hair again, this time deliberately, slowly, and grinned as a shiver ran through his whole body, and he pulled away from her sex the better to moan for her.
"Thor," she repeated more insistently, this time moving one hand to his bearded cheek, asking for his gaze with a touch. His eyes, alive with lightning, turned up to her in question, and she grinned at him, teeth toying with her bottom lip. "I want your fingers in me, big guy."
She'd been watching him all day as they'd worked beside each other. It had been nothing in particular, just a slow building of desire built in a myriad of moments. His hand between her shoulder blades as they'd looked over schematics, splayed fingers spanning almost the width of her back; signing a document with his angular, runic signature, her eyes drawn to the shape of his knuckles; the warmth of his calloused skin against hers as he'd taken her hand for no reason at all other than he'd wanted to, the size of him at her back a comfort and a joy as they'd laughed with their friends. No one thing; just him.
He returned her eager grin, his tongue darting over his own lips in eagerness not at all exaggerated before he kissed her clit and groaned at the taste of her. "I love you," his wonderfully deep voice rumbled against her folds between languid lapping kisses as he slid his index finger into her tight slick heat, his eyes trained on hers.
Hers, that fluttered shut at his welcome touch, her whole body pulsing with a sudden burst of prismatic light. Thor smiled to himself, moving his hand slowly as he watched her face, curling his finger to touch that spot within her that never failed to make her gasp and quiver.
"God, please, more, Thor," she mewled as her hips bucked up against him and his ground against the bed.
"Mm," he agreed with nothing in particular, his free hand taking her hip to hold her steady against the bed, his thumb caressing her skin as he slid another two fingers inside her. She gasped, then moaned and the hand that had managed to stay anchored in his hair tugged his mouth back against her sex as she whispered she loved him over and over like the repitition of waves on the shore. He kissed and sucked and licked where he knew she wanted him to as his strong fingers stroked a steady rhythm inside her, coaxing her ever closer to climax.
The next time she said his name, the sole syllable quavered on her lips, breaking into more than one, and he replied with a moan more of a purr against her folds as he pumped his fingers in and out of her until she was taught herself as the lightning all wound up in him. A few sparks leapt from him to her, jumping and skipping over her skin and he knew, just like he'd known since the first time they'd kissed, he'd never want another.
He felt her pleasure building and he did all he could to deepen it, eyes never leaving her face as he sucked rhythmically at her clit as his fingers curled inside her again and she glowed herself as bright as a sun. Her grip in his hair grew tighter, sending tingles down his spine as everything he did sent tingles like fire through her blood.
She came with a wordless cry that might, perhaps, have been his name, the thunder god between her thighs alight with fulminous energy that answered her radiant interstellar glow. Her hand moved to his cheek, the touch tender soft and hungry in a different way now as she smiled down at him, and Thor crawled up the length of her body, leaving a trail of tender fleeting kisses until he reached her mouth, where he nuzzled against her cheeks after kissing her soundly. Carol wrapped an arm as best she could about his broad shoulders, pulling him in to hold him close and dear to her. To hear the strong beating of his heart. "I love you so much, Carol," Thor spoke in a whisper that seemed too small for his huge presence, and she smiled warmly and tucked her head against his chest.
From Chimerrobang’s Nanosmutmo Challenge • Earth 202 • Thor Odinson & Carol Danvers • Fluff
"...do you not know that in the service, one must always choose the lesser of two weevils?" Carol, snuggled up against Thor, laughed along with the characters in the movie, sharing their delight in the pun. Thor chuckled lightly along, but found himself distracted by the way Carol's eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed. The way the light of the screen reflected in the rich brown of her eyes. Even the way she'd hastily swept her hair back off her face earlier as they'd made guacamole together, it now tied back in a ponytail, drew his gaze, all of a sudden.
It didn't take her long to notice he was no longer watching the movie, and she leant back against his arm, the better to look up at him quizzically. "Not your kind of movie?" Her hand came up to ruffle the scruff of his beard.
"Actually, the movie is excellent." Thor said this with conviction as he smiled down at her. Bending to kiss her, he laughed. "It's just that you are more enchanting than any movie could hope to be." Carol laughed, and waited, knowing he wouldn't be finished. "Your eyes are warmer than all the fires of Muspelheim," he continued, moving them both on the couch the better to kiss her as he spoke, his eyes alight with both mischief and genuine delight. "Your lips are more appealing---" He was cut off as Carol, giggling, tried to kiss him. But, grinning, Thor placed one large hand on her shoulder, holding her away from him. "Your lips are more appealing," he repeated firmly, "than all the treasures of the Aesir,"
"Hey!" Carol complained, trying to squirm free from his grip, "let me up, you big Asgardian brute..!"
Thor only laughed, and kissed her cheek with a wink. "Your strength is even greater---" Carol laughed at this one as her power burst to life and she rolled them both off the couch, this time pinning Thor beneath her, her hands on each of his wrists. She barked a laugh of triumph as he finished. "---than that of the mighty Thor." He laughed as she tried to kiss him again, and with a speed that seemed impossible for someone of his size, yet perhaps not when she considered how much of his nature was lightning, he dodged her kiss and used that momentum to flip her onto her back once more. "Your form is more supple and inviting," this last word he grunted slightly as Carol struggled mightily, the both of them laughing, "than the branches of the worlds tree."
Holding both of her wrists in his large hand this time, he made a show of pondering his next compliment, finger tapping his lip. "Hm," he began, the corners of his mouth curving upward as he eyed her. "Your breasts," he laughed, releasing her hands as he lowered himself over her, "are as elk storming through a frozen river," and at this oft-repeated phrase they both collapsed into peals of laughter.
"Nobody else could make that work, you know," Carol chuckled as she finally managed to pull his lips to hers.
"I am simply an artist who works with the tools he is given," Thor replied solemnly, returning her kiss.
Nanosmutmo 25: Well everybody heard that one I think
From Chimerrobang’s Nanosmutmo Challenge • Earth 202 • Thor Odinson & Carol Danvers •
Thor had put down his hammer. This was not unusual or concerning for the god of thunder, exactly; the HYDRA goons he'd been cleaning up had managed to capture an old Midgardian woman, and he'd just as soon drop the hammer, where it was safe, and let the fools think they'd caught him than risk the old lady's health. Plus, he didn't work alone.
He waited where he'd been bid, offering the old woman a reassuring nod, and watched as the super-soldiers (he assumed) attempted in vain to lift Mjölnir. He clasped one wrist with his other hand and turned his eyes to the sky, which had grown slightly brighter.
Things moved rather quickly after that as Carol, gleaming like a star, burst through the skylight of the abandoned warehouse (if Midgard could cut down on incidences of abandoned warehouses, Thor thought, they might suffer a lot less crime) and immediately despatched the man restraining the old woman with a tightly-focused photon blast. Looking at her feet, she saw the hammer resting on the dusty floor. One eyebrow raised, she locked eyes with Thor as she easily picked it up.
Thor normally found it hard to look away from her, but once she picked up Mjölnir, it was as though his eyes were glued to her. Wearing a broad grin, Carol's eyes glowed a stunning mix of gold and blue-white, and she laughed. "So that's what this feels like," she said, raising the hammer and casually shooting a bolt of lightning that cracked and roared directly at the HYDRA warrior that had 'held' Thor, the raging electricity passing harmlessly through its associated god. Thunder so close the warehouse shook with it, so close it beat in Thor's chest like the beating of his own heart, rolled overhead.
"Neat," she grinned. Thor was silent, though his mouth opened as though to speak, and closed again. Suddenly, his heart was racing, his own eyes lit with that same white-blue, and it had nothing to do with the skirmish.
Straightening her crochet shawl, the old woman chuckled, strangely unbothered. "I'll see myself out," she said in her quavering voice, "I think you two aren't done here."
Carol watched her slow, ponderous exit through the space, bemusement writ plainly on her face, then turned back to Thor. Thor, who still wore that slightly dazed expression. She tilted her head to one side. "You all right, big guy?"
It took him a moment to answer, then he gave himself a little shake. "Yes," he said, his voice a little strained. He cleared his throat. "Yes. Very good."
She swung Mjölnir once by its wrist strap, marvelling at how well balanced it was, and grinning as it made that singular singing sound as it returned to her hand in place of that of her lover's. She held it out to him, still grinning, and made a small surprised sound as he - moving with a swiftness that seemed unnatural for his size, and maybe it was - crossed the room to kiss her, wrapping his large arms around her. "Hold on to it for a bit," he breathed between kisses, and Carol laughed.
"Thor, are you asking me to--" she paused for comedic effect, but also because Thor was trailing hot, lingering kisses along her throat-- "hold your hammer?"
If she didn’t know any better, she might have thought he went a bit weak at the knees, even if only for a moment. "By the Norns," Thor breathed as the sky darkened in storm.
