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Notes: For the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr.
Title: the night would fall
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: restless
Words: 415 words
the night would fall
"I don't know about this..." Bruce mumbled. He cast the bath tub a wary look; it was nearly overflowing with bubbles and one very naked Norse god.
When Bruce had told Thor that he'd been having trouble sleeping, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind as a solution. It was nice and, really, it was the thought that counted, but Bruce still wasn't quite over that little bit of insecurity that wheedled at him.
Thor, on the other hand, looked ecstatic and was beaming at Bruce. "I have always found a bath to be quite relaxing – especially when shared with others."
Bruce flushed, but gave in and slowly shucked his clothes off and climbed into the tub as quickly as he could. He was grateful that the tub was as big as it was because he wasn't sure that he'd be able to fit into a regular tub with Thor.
Despite his own misgivings about it, Thor looked so happy that it made a small bit of warmth blossom deep inside Bruce's chest. If it made Thor happy, then who was he to complain?
The water was warm and although Thor's hands were callused from countless battles fought, they were gentle as they pulled Bruce towards Thor and washed him. Bruce bit his lip to keep himself from making any embarrassing noises.
Knots of tension came undone beneath Thor's hands and Bruce relaxed, murmuring softly in gratitude.
"You have been under more stress than is usual," Thor said softly. "Has something happened?"
Bruce shrugged, arching just a little as Thor's fingers trailed down his spine. God, that felt good. "Not really. I just... sometimes I just have problems sleeping."
It was tempting to talk about the nightmares he still had, the paranoia that he couldn't quite shake, and the fear that all of this would be taken away from him if he got too at ease. He was Bruce Banner – nothing good ever lasted for him. There was always something or someone – himself – to take it all away from him.
His fingers splayed across Thor's chest. He could feel the heavy beat of Thor's heart through his palm and feel the hard muscles there.
Thor's hand settled over his and he kissed Bruce's brow, squeezing his hand gently.
"You have no need to fear what may come. We will deal with it as it comes."
Bruce smiled. Sometimes Thor didn't understand things or got them horribly or hilariously wrong, but there were times where he just knew without being told.
"I know." Thank you.
FIN.
Title: the night would fall
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: restless
Words: 415 words
"I don't know about this..." Bruce mumbled. He cast the bath tub a wary look; it was nearly overflowing with bubbles and one very naked Norse god.
When Bruce had told Thor that he'd been having trouble sleeping, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind as a solution. It was nice and, really, it was the thought that counted, but Bruce still wasn't quite over that little bit of insecurity that wheedled at him.
Thor, on the other hand, looked ecstatic and was beaming at Bruce. "I have always found a bath to be quite relaxing – especially when shared with others."
Bruce flushed, but gave in and slowly shucked his clothes off and climbed into the tub as quickly as he could. He was grateful that the tub was as big as it was because he wasn't sure that he'd be able to fit into a regular tub with Thor.
Despite his own misgivings about it, Thor looked so happy that it made a small bit of warmth blossom deep inside Bruce's chest. If it made Thor happy, then who was he to complain?
The water was warm and although Thor's hands were callused from countless battles fought, they were gentle as they pulled Bruce towards Thor and washed him. Bruce bit his lip to keep himself from making any embarrassing noises.
Knots of tension came undone beneath Thor's hands and Bruce relaxed, murmuring softly in gratitude.
"You have been under more stress than is usual," Thor said softly. "Has something happened?"
Bruce shrugged, arching just a little as Thor's fingers trailed down his spine. God, that felt good. "Not really. I just... sometimes I just have problems sleeping."
It was tempting to talk about the nightmares he still had, the paranoia that he couldn't quite shake, and the fear that all of this would be taken away from him if he got too at ease. He was Bruce Banner – nothing good ever lasted for him. There was always something or someone – himself – to take it all away from him.
His fingers splayed across Thor's chest. He could feel the heavy beat of Thor's heart through his palm and feel the hard muscles there.
Thor's hand settled over his and he kissed Bruce's brow, squeezing his hand gently.
"You have no need to fear what may come. We will deal with it as it comes."
Bruce smiled. Sometimes Thor didn't understand things or got them horribly or hilariously wrong, but there were times where he just knew without being told.
"I know." Thank you.
FIN.