𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 : 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘

53; Its Raining Men

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The Plane ride had been long, tiring, and jam packed with far too many people. So they didn't get a look at the little cabin before bed. Thor had pushed right through the doors, discarded all the bags and his clothes on the floor, and dove into the unfamiliar bed.

Bruce didn't have enough energy to complain, and he couldn't be too upset because he had done the same. The bad was nice, it welcomed them like a warm hug and felt nice against his body. The night had been cold but neither of them noticed much, not while they were under cotton sheets and a thick comforter made of faux animal fur.

That meant the morning had been so much more surprising.

Thor's big blue eyes had spilled open, and he almost didn't register it all. The wide window that allowed the sun to sneak in, the vibrant green surrounding the little cabin. It was so cozy. It's strong walls were made of cedar, and he couldn't help but run his fingers over the texture.

While Bruce laid in the bed, content and bundled up, Thor decided to explore. There were three rooms; each with their own color and purpose.

Beyond the small hallway the living room stood. It was large and nice. The fire place was stacked with fresh woof and the brick surrounding it was nice on his eyes. He turned his attention to the seating; a long couch with a crocheted white blanket thrown over it and two leather seats. One had a small table beside it to hold books and he knew right away it would be perfect for Bruce.

The leather was worn; like it kept a memory of every time it was used. The creased lines of the back almost weren't noticeable, but he guessed a woman was used to sitting there.

The whole place was nice neutral tone; varying shades of brown spilling over every surface.

Large hands touched the coffee table in the middle. The wood was worn on certain ends and the carving was in nice nordic shapes he recognized immediately. The same ones that he had engraved onto Bruce's ring.  It was, of course, to ensure his safety. A silly protection spell he didn't know worked.

A silly protection spell his mother hadn't been guarded with the day of her passing. Tradition was there for a reason. At least Thor was sure of it; in breaking that tradition he couldn't help but feel that little itch in the back of his head.

If his mother had been wearing her golden band, she would have never passed.

So this time, he would ensure there was no overstep on his part. He had to be thorough. Thor had to keep his attention on the thing that mattered most to him.

The person that mattered most to him.

Thor could hear those soft footsteps trailing over the nice floor now, just on cue. His face spilled into a smile when he turned to look at his precious husband. Swimming in one of Thor's shirts, his hair a mess all over, and an expression on his face that looked very zombie-like.

He held his arms out for Bruce and watched as he crossed the room, clumsily falling into his lap and burying a face into his neck. They sat in silence for awhile. Thor was waiting for Bruce to wake up for the day.

" I'm gonna make you some coffee," Thor's voice purred. Fingers slipped through deep brown hair and his heart sped up with every small stroke.

Only a grunt in response as Bruce moved to lay on the couch. The loss of contact felt odd but neither of them minded it much; he'd be back in just a second.

Or, he would have been back in just a second if he knew how to use the coffee maker. His only complaint about this little cabin was the kitchen. The giant, odd machine that made his coffee worked in an entirely different way then He'd expected.

Thor had gotten so angered by the thing that he needed Bruce's help.  Heavy raindrops spilled from the sky, pattering against the glass windows. Even as Bruce talked him through it, he glared at the coffee maker.

" Its a Keurig," Bruce chuckled tiredly as he helped his husband through the little steps.

" I hate the egg that is cured," Thor huffed lightly.

" No, not a cure egg. A Keurig."

" You're just repeating what I said back to me."

" No I'm not-" Bruce's brows furrowed, and he tried with all his might not to giggle.

He failed. Though, Thor didn't mind it. The soft noise had brought a smile to the God's face and the sky slowly started to clear up. The trees needed it. At least, that's what he'd tell himself.

When the "cure of egg" finally spit out the coffee, Thor let out a sigh of relief and gulped down a large sip.

Bruce stared at him with fear in his eyes for a long moment; the liquid was burning hot and he wasn't sure how his husband managed that. Thor just smiled at him, while he screamed at himself internally for his mistake. A mistake he'd have to deal with all week.

" There is a nice seat in the loving room," Thor said softly. He managed to speak around the heavy burn in his mouth. " It would be a perfect reading spot."

Bruce smiled a little, light spilling into his eyes. It had taken a little bit to explain to Thor what a honeymoon was and he still didn't quite understand.

He did plan on reading, but he wanted most of his time spent on cuddles and silly little memories he can scrapbook and show to whoever would listen.

It had finally hit him. Bruce would have aged deep into his adulthood, his years would show on his face, and Thor could slip away from him. While, he had already started aging since they had first met, it was disheartening to think Thor wouldn't have aged even a year when Bruce had aged ten.

" Thor," his voice spilled out. It cracked and it shook but he didn't hide it. Why would he?

" Yes, Eros?" Thor hummed back lovingly, large hands reaching to cup his cheeks.

After a long pause, and an attempt to hold his gaze Bruce had brushed it off with a small shake of his head. Slowly he leaned in for a kiss and pressed himself into Thor's tight hold.

" I just love you so much.."

" I love you too, Bruce."

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