lostshieldandhammer:

themusechronicles:

Steve

Steve reached across and rested his hand over Thor’s, squeezing gently. “He was right then,” he said softly. “I’m glad you came back to me and that we figured out everything between us. There’s no place else I’d rather be now than with you. You’re everything to me, Thor. More important than anything else in my life.”

Thor looked at Steve and gave a soft smile, pausing to lean over and kiss him. “My brother knew me very well. He had over a thousand years to learn, after all.” He replied, nodding a little. “When I lost my people, I had very little hope. I only wanted to be home with you and let you meet them all. Losing Heimdall cut my chances of getting home to near nothing, he was the main reason I could travel between worlds. Losing Loki…” His voice went quiet again for a moment, turning his hand to lace their fingers. “It was all I had left of home, and all I wanted was wake up next to you and it all be a dream. But I knew Thanos was coming for earth, for you and the others and that rage at losing the one person I had left that I truly loved…it got me through long enough to get my axe, to get that hope back. I knew if I had anything left to fight for, it was you.” He turned to face Steve fully. “I know human customs are slightly strange to me, still. But I want to ask you to marry me, Steven. All I am is yours, and only you could call me home. I want that to be official.”

Thor was the only person who would call him ‘Steven’ and he loved the way it sounded coming from the other man. When Thor mentioned wanting to marry him, Steve felt like his heart might beat its way out of his chest. He stood up from his chair and walked around to Thor, still holding the other’s hand in his own. He stepped between the king’s thighs and leaned down to kiss him softly, brushing fingers through the back of his hair. “If you ask me, know that my only answer will be yes,” he whispered softly. “You are my home as well, Thor. So long as I am with you, I will be happy.”

Thor kept his eyes in Steve as rhe other moved around the table. He opened his legs some more to accommodate Steve, his free hand moving to rest at the side of Steve’s neck, his blue eyes meeting Steve’s paper ones. “My love, you are what gibes the world meaning. I shall ask for blessings tomorrow, but for now, I want us to enjoy some time alone. We’ve had a rough night.” He murmured softly. He tilted his head and hid his face in Steve’s neck. “My mate, my queen, my soul.” He whispered, holding him close.

Steve

Steve reached across and rested his hand over Thor’s, squeezing gently. “He was right then,” he said softly. “I’m glad you came back to me and that we figured out everything between us. There’s no place else I’d rather be now than with you. You’re everything to me, Thor. More important than anything else in my life.”

Thor looked at Steve and gave a soft smile, pausing to lean over and kiss him. “My brother knew me very well. He had over a thousand years to learn, after all.” He replied, nodding a little. “When I lost my people, I had very little hope. I only wanted to be home with you and let you meet them all. Losing Heimdall cut my chances of getting home to near nothing, he was the main reason I could travel between worlds. Losing Loki…” His voice went quiet again for a moment, turning his hand to lace their fingers. “It was all I had left of home, and all I wanted was wake up next to you and it all be a dream. But I knew Thanos was coming for earth, for you and the others and that rage at losing the one person I had left that I truly loved…it got me through long enough to get my axe, to get that hope back. I knew if I had anything left to fight for, it was you.” He turned to face Steve fully. “I know human customs are slightly strange to me, still. But I want to ask you to marry me, Steven. All I am is yours, and only you could call me home. I want that to be official.”

Steve

Steve looked over at him slowly. “That long ago?” he asked softly. “Thor, you and I didn’t even know anything then. You really think Loki would have known? Was his magic that strong then?” He took a bite of his soup and then dunked the end of his sandwich into the soup before taking a bite of that as well.

Thor nodded. “Loki’s magic was always strong, but it was his instinct to use it that made it stronger.” he explained. “By the time I went to earth for the tesseract, he was indeed much more powerful. The fact that he hadn’t escaped was something I should have noticed then.” He admitted, eating quietly for a few minutes before chuckling. “That’s why he let me wander, he knew in time I’d find my way back to you.”

Steve

“You always have me,” Steve whispered softly in return. When Thor released him, he headed for the kitchen and pulled out the soup and everything he’d need to make sandwiches for them. He got the soup started and then made grilled ham and cheese for them as well. When everything was heated and ready, he poured soup into bowls, put the sandwiches onto plates and set them at the island in their kitchen, bringing milk over for them both as well.

Thor watched Steve quietly, taking a moment before following after him and perching at the island. He didn’t speak for a long moment, his mind just wandering. “I think he knew the night we met.” he said finally, not sure if Steve would understand what he meant. “When I pulled Loki from the quinjet that night. I think he knew then.” he moved to take a bite of his soup, relaxing a little at the normalcy that drew him further from the horrid nightmare that was his own memory. 

Steve

Steve finished drying off and went to grab a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before he sat down on the edge of the bed, still just watching his lover. “I’m glad he at least knew of us before he was lost to you,” he said softly. “It seems like he approved of our bond at least. That… that’s something that we can at least be confident about. If he were here, we know he’d be happy for us.” He pushed to his feet once Thor finished dressing once more.

“Come on. I’ll fix some soup and sandwiches, we can eat and then try to get some more sleep. We have nowhere we need to be and nothing else we need to do right now but take care of one another.”

Thor nodded, reaching to pull Steve to him and kiss him, more clear headed the more Steve spoke. “I still have you.” he murmured, though if he was talking to Steve or himself wasn’t clear. He waited a moment, just holding Steve before he nodded slowly. “Yes, food and rest.” he agreed, taking a slow breath and reluctantly releasing Steve so they could go to the kitchen. 

Steve

“I am so very sorry, my love,” he whispered softly, tightening his hold around Thor as the other turned to hold him in return. “With the fighting and all… I know you weren’t able to give him any kind of burial or anything else… I know you made it to Wakanda but I still don’t know how you got there. Again… we don’t need to talk about it tonight. Just know, whenever you want or need to talk about Loki, I will listen.” He pulled back and leaned up to kiss his mate softly. “Let’s finish drying off and get changed and I’ll make us something to eat.” He brushed his fingers through Thor’s hair. “I love you, Thor. And if Loki had made it here with you, it doesn’t change anything but I want you to know, I would have done everything I could to help you take care of him… to help you help him live here with us. I know you can’t have that now but… if it had been an option, I hope you know I would have helped.”

Thor wished he could bring his brother back just for a moment, but he knew he couldn’t, so his grief was deep. He knew Steve understood in his own way, having lost his own best friend and brother so many times himself, so it meant much more coming from Steve as he opened up about his loss. “Stormbreaker. It grants me the ability to open the bifrost. I wanted to come home, stop Thanos before he hurt you, the bifrost just followed what I wanted.” he explained. “Of all the traditions, I wish I could have retrieved a lock of hair.” he explained. “We have other burial traditions, the souls set free from a burning boat so that hey may be released to Valhalla, where all warriors go, but the family of the one lost usually have a lock of hair…a braid that we lace with our own hair to carry a piece of their spirit with us. Like the braid of my mother’s hair.” He looked down for a moment, taking a shaky breath. He slowly released Steve, moving to finish taking his clothes off. “I love you, too, Steven. More than anything. It helps to know someone would have given him a second chance here. He would have taken it, I’m sure.” he promised. “He knew you were important to me, before I was ever able to admit it.” he smiled sadly, going to their room to pull out some clothes and tugging a shirt over his head. “He always asked if I had kept an eye on you, if you were alright. His magic was sensitive to strong bonds like the one we share.”

Steve

Well…now it all made sense to him. No wonder Thor had been so angry and filled with rage when he’d landed in Wakanda… when they’d fought with Thanos there and again later on to get their friends back as well. Eveyrone had made it back…. everyone but Loki.

“Thor,” he whisepred softly, pressing against the other’s back and wrapping arms around him, hands resting against the god’s chest. “Thor, I’m so sorry. While I was angry with your brother for what he did here in New York, I never thought him truly evil. I knew he needed help and I suppose I always thought he’d get that help from you. I’m sorry for how he was lost…”

One shaking hand moved to rest over Steve’s hand, blue eyes closed as Thor took a slow breath. “There are traditions I was denied because of that monster. It is not that I’m not happy the others have returned, I was just…I was hoping I would get my brother back as well. He was all I had left from my world.” He turned slowly, arms settling around him as he held Steve. “He had finally found peace but I never expected him to actually martyr himself. He knew he was going to die, but he had to try. He’s always been a kind of solace, a very dear friend even when we were mad at each other and fighting.” 

HE laid a kiss on his mate’s hair, eyes closing again. “He was only trying to protect me. It’s a habit neither of us could really break after a thousand years of being there for each other,” A very sad laugh escaped him. the sound weak. “Maybe he didn’t think he would be accepted here, after everything. It’s the only other reason he would have been foolish enough to take Thanos and his minions on his own.”

Steve

Steve sucked in a quiet breath when Thor spoke of what had upset him. Loki’s death. The other had never spoken of it and Steve had wanted to ask so many times. He knew Thor’s grief was unmatched by anything he’d ever seen in the king before. They made it back inside and Steve tugged Thor into the bathroom to get them both changed and dried off.

“You’ve never told me what happened,” he said quietly. “Maybe sharing it with me will help you in dealing with your grief over his death. I know you sent word that he and Bruce were with you before you arrived on Earth but we never really talked about the rest of it. I’m not pressing you, Thor. You can talk if you feel ready and if not, then I will simply do what I can to help you. But just know, you can always talk to me, no matter what.”

Thor was quiet for a long moment. “I am aware that most of the others believe he was evil…” he began. “But he believed for centuries he was of Asgard and when he found out otherwise, he got lost. It’s how he got mixed in with Thanos to begin with. Being tortured until he promised Thanos something just to make the pain stop. He’s still my brother, no matter how often he’s done terrible things.” He changed slowly, eyes sad as he fought back tears. “His last moments…he made an attempt to kill Thanos on his own.” his hand trembled and he had to rest them on the counter to try and hide it. “I was forced to watch as Thanos…as that monster squeezed the life out of my brother.”

Steve

Once Thor was calmed again, Steve pressed against him and wrapped his arms around him gently. “I’ll always come for you,” he promised softly, kissing Thor’s jaw softly. “You’re soaked. Now, so am I… let’s go back inside and get dried off and warmed up. Are you hungry? I could fix us something to eat if you’d like. What was it tonight? Nightmare or just memories?”

Thor let his body relax as Steve held him, his own arms wrapping around Steve gently. “And I will always come back to you.” he swore softly. “The storm will pass soon enough.” he promised, walking alongside his mate. “A small snack might be nice.” He was quiet for a moment. “A little of both.” he replied. “I…I was dreaming of Loki. His last…” his voice shook a little and he fell silent. He’d never told anyone about Loki’s death, merely that his brother had died before he’d come to earth. “His last moments.”