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Notes: For the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr.
Title: standing on a broken field
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: flame
Words: 638 words
standing on a broken field
Bruce pressed his hand to his forehead. He could feel the heat and when he pulled his hand away it was damp with sweat. Frowning, he wiped his hand off on his pants and turned back to his experiment.
There was an extra halo of light around the computer screen that Bruce was sure hadn't been there before. He tried to blink it away but that didn't work. Well, it didn't look like he'd be getting anymore work done. Maybe he'd feel better if he ate something? But he wasn't very hungry. He was just tired.
Bruce carefully tucked his experiment away and closed down his computer. The numbers and words had started to blur together when he did; it was definitely a good idea to go lie down.
When he came out into the common area, he was a little surprised to find that it was almost deserted except for Thor who was stretched out on the couch. Normally he would've flushed at admiring the way that the shirt Thor was wearing had ridden up enough to reveal his abs, but he was flushed from the fever and perhaps just a little delirious.
His thoughts were getting progressively more filthy as the seconds ticked by, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Feeling a little light-headed and unsteady on his feet, Bruce stepped towards the couch and nearly tripped and fell on his face. Well, he'd never been particularly graceful...
His stumble, though, did catch Thor's attention and he sat up on the couch. Thor looked at him with concern, “Bruce, are you alright?”
“You have nice abs. I want to lick them.” Wait no, that wasn't right. “I didn't mean to say that.”
Thor frowned and stood up, walking over to Bruce. He laid a hand on Bruce's shoulder and pressed the back of his hand to Bruce's forehead, “You have a fever.”
Bruce was both disappointed and relieved that Thor was overlooking his little slip of the tongue. He hadn't intended for his little crush to come out like that; he hadn't intended to come clean about it at all. Mostly because this was Thor and there was only a slim chance in hell that Thor would be interested in him.
“Oh, yeah I do.” Bruce blinked slowly. He felt dazed and confused. But damn, Thor was tall. “You're really tall.”
Again, he hadn't meant to say that. “I shouldn't have said that.”
“Can you walk? I will make sure you make it to your bed and then we can see about breaking your fever.” Thor paused before he continued, “When you are better, I would be interested in continuing this conversation.”
Bruce's brain took a few minutes to process the entirety of that statement, by which time they were at the door to his room. That was when his brain caught up with what Thor had said.
“I didn't screw this up?” And shit, he sounded so afraid and hopeful. He really couldn't afford to get his hopes up.
“No,” Thor said, opening the door and ushering Bruce inside. “You didn't.”
“Oh.”
“I have been interested in you for some time now,” Thor explained. “But now is not the time. We may speak more on this once you are well.”
There was certainly no arguing with that. Bruce was still too shocked by the whole revelation that Thor was interested in him to do much else besides fumble his shoes off and crawl into bed. He'd think more about it when his mind was like a hamster on ecstasy. There was probably a better analogy for how he felt than that but none came to mind.
Thor disappeared for a few minutes but came back with an ice cold cloth that he pressed to Bruce's forehead, but not before he pressed a quick kiss to it first.
“I will look after you. For now, rest.”
Bruce managed a sound of agreement before he passed out.
FIN.
Title: standing on a broken field
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: flame
Words: 638 words
Bruce pressed his hand to his forehead. He could feel the heat and when he pulled his hand away it was damp with sweat. Frowning, he wiped his hand off on his pants and turned back to his experiment.
There was an extra halo of light around the computer screen that Bruce was sure hadn't been there before. He tried to blink it away but that didn't work. Well, it didn't look like he'd be getting anymore work done. Maybe he'd feel better if he ate something? But he wasn't very hungry. He was just tired.
Bruce carefully tucked his experiment away and closed down his computer. The numbers and words had started to blur together when he did; it was definitely a good idea to go lie down.
When he came out into the common area, he was a little surprised to find that it was almost deserted except for Thor who was stretched out on the couch. Normally he would've flushed at admiring the way that the shirt Thor was wearing had ridden up enough to reveal his abs, but he was flushed from the fever and perhaps just a little delirious.
His thoughts were getting progressively more filthy as the seconds ticked by, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Feeling a little light-headed and unsteady on his feet, Bruce stepped towards the couch and nearly tripped and fell on his face. Well, he'd never been particularly graceful...
His stumble, though, did catch Thor's attention and he sat up on the couch. Thor looked at him with concern, “Bruce, are you alright?”
“You have nice abs. I want to lick them.” Wait no, that wasn't right. “I didn't mean to say that.”
Thor frowned and stood up, walking over to Bruce. He laid a hand on Bruce's shoulder and pressed the back of his hand to Bruce's forehead, “You have a fever.”
Bruce was both disappointed and relieved that Thor was overlooking his little slip of the tongue. He hadn't intended for his little crush to come out like that; he hadn't intended to come clean about it at all. Mostly because this was Thor and there was only a slim chance in hell that Thor would be interested in him.
“Oh, yeah I do.” Bruce blinked slowly. He felt dazed and confused. But damn, Thor was tall. “You're really tall.”
Again, he hadn't meant to say that. “I shouldn't have said that.”
“Can you walk? I will make sure you make it to your bed and then we can see about breaking your fever.” Thor paused before he continued, “When you are better, I would be interested in continuing this conversation.”
Bruce's brain took a few minutes to process the entirety of that statement, by which time they were at the door to his room. That was when his brain caught up with what Thor had said.
“I didn't screw this up?” And shit, he sounded so afraid and hopeful. He really couldn't afford to get his hopes up.
“No,” Thor said, opening the door and ushering Bruce inside. “You didn't.”
“Oh.”
“I have been interested in you for some time now,” Thor explained. “But now is not the time. We may speak more on this once you are well.”
There was certainly no arguing with that. Bruce was still too shocked by the whole revelation that Thor was interested in him to do much else besides fumble his shoes off and crawl into bed. He'd think more about it when his mind was like a hamster on ecstasy. There was probably a better analogy for how he felt than that but none came to mind.
Thor disappeared for a few minutes but came back with an ice cold cloth that he pressed to Bruce's forehead, but not before he pressed a quick kiss to it first.
“I will look after you. For now, rest.”
Bruce managed a sound of agreement before he passed out.
FIN.