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hamm3rtime) wrote2015-04-12 11:23 pm
hamm3rtime) wrote2015-04-12 11:23 pm
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Thor waited until the evening of the day, when Jane would be relieved of her duties and at home. Flying over to meet her, he knocked gently upon her door. Such fragile things, were most Midgardian doors. Thor had no wish to upset Jane by breaking this one.
He had to see her. The need for affection was deep and painful. The need for love, when all of his family were either dead or cold to him. His spirit cried out for hers, bringing him back here, again and again, because their love was one of the last bonds which sustained him now.
The depth of that love was still there. His joy, at seeing her eyes flash with wonder and excitement. His wish to keep each memory of her, as her hair blew about in the breeze, or as she shuffled through her papers. It was only now, so soon after the losses he'd sustained, that his love for Jane had become a painfully needy clinging.
Months he had gone, without speaking to her, before. And once she slapped him for it, he'd vowed not to ignore such personal matters again. The realms were more important than himself, and his own wants. Yet he, as anyone, needed time to do as he wished.
And he wished to see her. Oh, how he needed to see her now. To hold her in his arms. To feel her lips upon his. To know she was yet with him, and to draw strength from her love.
He had to see her. The need for affection was deep and painful. The need for love, when all of his family were either dead or cold to him. His spirit cried out for hers, bringing him back here, again and again, because their love was one of the last bonds which sustained him now.
The depth of that love was still there. His joy, at seeing her eyes flash with wonder and excitement. His wish to keep each memory of her, as her hair blew about in the breeze, or as she shuffled through her papers. It was only now, so soon after the losses he'd sustained, that his love for Jane had become a painfully needy clinging.
Months he had gone, without speaking to her, before. And once she slapped him for it, he'd vowed not to ignore such personal matters again. The realms were more important than himself, and his own wants. Yet he, as anyone, needed time to do as he wished.
And he wished to see her. Oh, how he needed to see her now. To hold her in his arms. To feel her lips upon his. To know she was yet with him, and to draw strength from her love.