😍 forever.
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“Since you asked so nicely.”
She loves this, when Thor is commanding, telling her what he wants from her, what he needs, and even at times what he’s going to take and give her in return. She does it slowly, letting her hands slide down the front of him, her gaze dark and intent on his, not blinking, not looking away. Her hands do leave him once she’s on her knees, folding them in her lap almost primly, waiting for further instruction realizing she had been touching him and it was possibly likely she hadn’t permission to do that just yet. Would he punish her for it? Or had she done exactly what he wanted in ever way. His punishments were nothing rough or demeaning, a could of swats to her ass perhaps, or fucking her mouth hard, both which she enjoyed and so perhaps she’d press her luck a little.
“And what now, my King?” She grinned up at him cheekily, running her tongue across her lower lip before digging her teeth into the plump flesh.
It wasn’t often that they had time, privacy and the right mood to enjoy each other’s company without interruptions, but they always made an effort and tonight they had each other’s full attention.
Thor loved this, when Natasha, usually a brat, did exactly as she was told, kneeling in front of him as if her life depended on it. It made him feel even more powerful, bending the powerful Black Widow, the Asgardian Queen, at his will.
"I will make a good use of that mouth of yours," he licked his lips as he traced hers with his thumbs, always mesmerized by them and how perfect they were. The memory of these warm, soft lips around his cock had him hardening and he unfastened his jeans, taking his fevered cock in hand and giving it a few strokes, mere inches from her face, showing off.
“Open up,” he commanded, squeezing her jaw, his eyes following the movements of Natasha's tongue and teeth, longing to bury himself inside her waiting mouth.
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Not once had Natasha worried that time and situations would change the love between herself and Thor. Were they different people than they had been at the very beginning of their relationship? Very much, and for the better, and they had each other, even when they had been apart. She agreed wholeheartedly they needed to take advantage of the peaceful moments, make the most of them, make them count however possible, in every way possible.
“No one wants to be alone,” she agreed and that was the last thing she ever wanted Anya to feel, or her forthcoming sibling. Being alone, especially in the midst of others was a terrible feeling, one that Natasha had known all too well a few times in her life. She never wanted her children to experience that ever.
“You know, Anya gets along with one of Volstagg’s boys, who knows, maybe we’ll have grandkids in a few years,” she teased, “and please, you don’t look a day over what? A thousand? You are in the thousands right?” The redhead gave a snort of a laugh, “I just realized I’m married to you and I have no idea how old you actually are.” She knew her own age only because she knew the year she had been born in at least.
She grew serious again, Loki was a rough subject, but to hear Thor talk about him as he was now, it sounded like healing, at least to her anyways, “no lies, no secrets for our family.” She agreed without question.
Despite having a long-life-span, Thor knew he wouldn’t live forever and neither would Natasha. Giving Anya a sibling who would outlive them both, hopefully, sounded like a perfect plan. At Natasha’s remark, though, Thor was a bit bewildered. “What?! Which one of them?” How had he not noticed it? Of course, Anya was a very lively, beautiful and smart girl. She was growing so fast and sometimes Thor still thought of her as their little baby. He just wanted her to be happy and safe. “Wow Natasha, you’re really out there marrying people and not knowing their age,” he teased, amused, shaking his head in fake disapproval. “I am 1510, more or less, sometimes I lose count. I don’t look a day past 1100, do I? And you are, what, 80? Still so young.” Thor agreed, no lies. So far, they had done a good job with Anya who knew where her parents were from, that Natasha had lost a child before her and that she was the most important person in her parents’ life. “Do you think Anya will like this idea, uh? Of sharing her parents with a sibling?”
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He makes it sound so easy, simple. Natasha both loves and is jealous of her husband’s ability to do that. He could ask her to go the ends of the universe with him, and she’d do it. She couldn’t think of a time she had trusted anyone more, or felt so safe and she knew how hard he worked to keep earning not only her trust or Anya’s or to just keep their little family safe, but all of their people.
“We all could use some happy news,” she agreed and their people would be happy for them, and this time things could be handled better and perhaps go a little smoother. There was still that part of her that was extremely nervous at the idea, but she had learned long ago with this man, this god, that it never hurts to try no matter the outcome.
Her lips pulled into a smile against his, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, “yeah, I am definitely never touching mead again so,” she laughed lightly, but she was being entirely serious too, that stuff was one hell of a trip.
It didn’t matter the bad experiences Thor had with his siblings: he wouldn’t trade them you for anything. Loki was an important part of his life and he wouldn’t be the man he was today if not for his mischievous brother. And Hela, in her madness, reminded him that secrets could destroy a family. Thor learned valuable lessons with her: that their glorious old days weren’t glorious at all and that Asgard was built on piles of blood and stolen gold. It was time to let it burn. And it did. “Anya and our new child won’t be lied to about their origins nor the origins of their parents,” Thor promised Natasha, “growing up with a sibling you can trust is the best thing in this world,” he smiled softly at the memory of a small Loki hiding behind an also small Thor at the sound of thunder that woke them in the middle of the night, in Asgard, when their parents were busy attending to war councils. “I want them to have one another, someone to lean on, besides us, of course,” he knew Natasha didn’t have that experience, but she wouldn’t deny it to her daughter, “despite the pain he brought me, I can’t imagine my life without my brother. This is the bond I want to keep alive, Natasha. This is a bond I want to help to strengthen.” Laughing heartedly, he nodded. “No mead, no. I think I’m too old for that.”
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There would always be a part of Natasha that was absolutely fearful of the idea of carrying a child again even though everything went well with Anya. She can tell Thor is very, extremely serious about it, and it was a subject that had kept coming up a lot between them recently. Things had settled down now so to speak, though she knew their lives would never fully be quiet, but that was okay, they would and did manage and this time she knew Thor wouldn’t leave her side.
“Okay,” she didn’t know what else to say, her heart hammering in her throat with excitement and anticipation, but also worry and fear, “we all need something good, yes,” and that was the cycle of life, always renewing.
Thor wasn’t around when Natasha found out she was pregnant. In fact, it all happened so quickly they barely had time to celebrate it: the Aether threatened not only Natasha’s life, but the life of their unborn daughter, Asgard was under attack, his Mother died.
“That phase was filled with fear, worry, uncertainty. We deserve to experience that sensation again, but, this time, in a better situation.” Of course, the worlds would always be in danger and they’d always fight to keep it safe. But it didn’t mean they couldn’t live and enjoy the moments of peace while they lasted.
“Ok?” He repeated with a head tilt, curious, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Then she said yes and he smiled brightly, closing in, pulling Natasha close to kiss her deeply: the woman he loved decided to increase their family with him. He couldn’t be happier about it.
“This time it will be a conscious choice between us,” Anya was conceived in their honey moon when they were both drunk with mead – a surprise to both – “Ostara is a time of renewal, regeneration and growth. We have the perfect timing.”
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Every so often the subject mentioned would come up. Frigga. Thor’s Mother. Natasha had barely met the woman, but just in that brief time, the Widow too felt the loss greatly some days. She felt it, especially when she knew the man she loved was feeling it.
“It’s okay to miss her,” Natasha assured him, still keeping a hold of his hand, “but you’re right… we lost a lot, but also gained so much too,” and that was the nature of things, that cycle of life. Lose and gain, gain and lose and for her, it seemed sometimes like it was more of one than the other, loss more than gaining, and for Thor, it was no doubt even more so, as his life would stretch far longer than her own and already did.
“I know my Mother would have loved her,” Thor motioned at their daughter who played in the garden with their dog, her blond hair in a braid he had weaved. She reminded him of his Mother, especially when the sun shone on her hair and gave her a beautiful, golden halo.
“Remember when we discussed giving Anya a little sibling?” There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he winked at her, but he knew of her doubts, worries and fears of their little miracle not happening again.
“I think it’s time we try again. She was our most unexpected gift. I think bringing new life to the universe after so much loss is exactly what we need.”
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“You say it,” Natasha blinked, tilting her head a little to one side as she looked up at her husband, “more often than you realize,” reaching for his hand, she took it between her own smaller ones, holding it tightly between them, “what’s wrong?” Because something was for him to be talking like this, in a manner that she didn’t like at all and worried her.
Well, he didn’t think he said it enough. Thor had a hard time talking about how he felt and only recently he was learning how to open up and enjoy the benefits of it, even if sometimes he didn’t enjoy how vulnerable he felt. “Nothing is wrong,” he shook his head, “well, nothing I can fix. I dreamed of my Mother. I realized I lost more in a decade than I did my whole life. It adds some perspective to things. But, not everything is about loss, of course,” he gained Natasha, their daughter, a bunch of new friends, “it’s about enjoying what we have while we can.”
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“I should say it more often,” he admitted, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, “life is very fleeting and we believe we have eternity available for us. But we don’t.”
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Any movement began slowly, using muscles within to squeeze him inside of her and then her hips rocked slightly which lead to the pleasant sensation of friction, of his length rubbing against all the right places within. A couple of more times she did this, driving herself crazy as much as she knew she was Thor.
Each motion soon became more, gradually until she was moving completely, riding him with everything she had, leaning into his touch, placing her own hand against his strong middle to aid with balance, curling her fingers and leaving red marks from her nails. Her opposite hand wrapped as best it could around his wrist, dragging his hand up from the fullness of her breasts briefly, placing a kiss on his knuckles before dragging her tongue along his index and middle finger, then slowly taking them into her mouth mimicking how she had done so with his cock earlier. He would know why she was doing this of course, but still she was feeling that spark of dominance.
“Touch me like only you can.”
Her instruction was firm, to the point, her eyes moving briefly from his face down to where their bodies were connected hers sliding up and down his, each pass reminding her how tight she still could be even around his thickness and the wonderful, erotic sensation of that with every movement of her hips and his.
Yes, she was on top, seemingly in control, but Natasha knew that was subjective and even beneath her, her loving husband could do as he pleased, he could easily remind her of what he was capable of and make her fall apart above him time and time again until every nerve in her body was numb and her throat rough from screaming his name in worship of the god he was.
A deep steady pace was maintained, the speed not too fast or too slow, just enough to almost be enough and to also make them both want more, she knew how to play him just as much as he did her and how to get everything she wanted and needed out of him every time.
And this time, she wanted him to wreck her. It had been quite some time since she had provoked him to unleash every bit of his passion upon her and she wanted it, desperately, to be wholly consumed by him.
The hot clutch of her around his cock had him deliriously grunting, biting his lips hard enough to tear the skin. Trying to concentrate on not losing it right there, eyes shut tightly, he met Natasha on every thrust. The occasional grunts and the sound of skin against skin formed a song they had sung together for years now, trusting each other and knowing the other’s body as if it was their own, mapping every contour and every twist that made the other scream. Although his need to focus depended on his eyes staying closed, he had to open them to watch how the sounds she made matched with her expressions. She was a sight hard to ignore and he couldn’t lose any second of it as she took what she wanted from him and he gladly submitted to her. At her firm command he moved his fingers to her clit, massaging it in smooth movements, gathering up wetness at his fingertips. Thor rested a hand on her lower abdomen and could feel as it bulged whenever his strokes slid deep into her.
Thumb pressed against that tiny, throbbing bud, his eyes lit up slightly and small sparks of electricity answered his summoning. Rubbing at her clit with an electric thumb, pulling her thigh over his hips, his skin covered in static as he kept on fucking her with short, powerful strokes and teasing her with a small voltage.
Thor could hear the sizzle of electricity around them, tilting her hips to hit her deep into that spot, her breasts jolted with the force of his thrusts into her. His hand moved to squeeze her throat then his fingers were on her mouth, pressing at her tongue, allowing her to taste herself, coating the wetness he needed. Rubbing at her wet folds, electricity sparkled from both his fingers and his cock to shock her simultaneously from inside out, avidly, but dizzily, waiting for her reactions.
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Every hair on her body was standing on end, nerves alive and stars behind her eyelids. Her pleasure coiled within her tighter and tighter, constricting more and more with every touch of her loving husband’s skilled hands and mouth, her body was his instrument and oh how he made her sing so sweetly. Hips shifted, movements in time with the rhythm set by his ministrations. It felt so good, Natasha would give anything in that moment to just allow him to do this for hours until she couldn’t breathe and her body was shaking, legs utterly useless from over stimulation.
The hand not in his hair gripped and bunched the bed clothes, twisting them as Thor continued on, holding her there, his godly strength able to prevent her from moving anymore than he wanted her to. She liked that. It added, making her heart beat just a little fast, thrilling, a little sense of feeling trapped. The addition of that third finger almost undid her right there, that feeling of being stretched and so full, it had her legs curling, knees bending more over his shoulders and gasping for a breath of air.
So close…
So, so close.
And then he stopped. Eyes snapped open, vision that was blurry from being right there on the threshold of release clearing, darkening. Lips slightly parted allowed air to come and go from her body now that she was remembering how to breathe again. The thick sound of his voice so deep with arousal made her try to press her legs together, trying to get that friction so she could dive over that edge, but with Thor kneeling there before her, between her legs like an altar, all she could do was swallow hard as her gaze followed his hand, the tip of her tongue darting out, trying to give moisture to dry lips.
Somehow she managed to find it in her to move, shifting up onto her knees, sliding up to him, letting her body brush against his, one hand settling on the back of his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss, wanting to taste herself on his lips, inside of his mouth. The kiss was deep, commanding, she could make it go on and on if she so desired, and it made for a good distraction.
The only warning he got was how her lips curved into a smirk against his before she used his larger mass to her advantage, pulling him forward against her, but also pushing back and twisting them at the same time, forcing him back on the bed and her above him, rolling her hips, her wet center dragging across his hard length, teasing.
Natasha knows what she wants, and she’s going to take it. This is what he got for telling her to be a good girl.
Keeping one hand firmly pressed into the middle of his chest both for balance and to make it clear he was to stay as she had him, Natasha reached down, her other hand wrapping around the base of his cock, holding it in place so she could slowly ease her body down, taking him inside of her, inch by agonizing inch until she had to move her hand and he was fully sheathed within her, his thick head bumping her end, making her shudder, back arching and head falling back with a satisfied gasp leaving her mouth.
For a moment, he could tell, Natasha was lost and uncertain of where she was, and it made him proud to drive her that far: sweet revenge, she knew that. They both edged each other, but the rewards were always worth this sweet torture. She stalked towards him like a ferocious animal, determined, and he bit his lips feeling trapped, yielding to her kiss, melting in her warmth, pressing his body against hers and knowing she was up to something wicked when she smirked. Surely enough, he found himself suddendly on his back, her strength impressive, his grin becoming a breathy moan when she teased him and he let her, a hand grabbing her leg, not guiding her, but giving her support. Natasha knew what she was doing and his heart almost stopped in anticipation, sweat gathering across his forehead and down his body when she took him in slowly and he groaned helplessly, "Natasha," he chanted quietly like a prayer, a hand on her thigh, holding it for dear life while he was being engulfed by her wet heat and, slowly, she became one with him. When he was fully sheathed inside of her he allowed himself to exhale slowly, no longer holding his breath and looking up with lust filled eyes at the beautiful woman on top of him, his beautiful wife, his Queen, the Mother of his child: the perfect curves of her body, her disheveled hair, the way her chest moved while she heaved and her red, plump lips parting perfectly to breath. Thor was indeed the most blessed of Gods and he knew that. Roaming his hands up and down her strong body, he cupped her breast and squeezed it firmly, feeling all too overwhelmed, another hand resting on her waist, giving Natasha a silent allowance to use him however she felt like, his body singing, his ears ringing and his blood boiling with pleasure.
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This was how she liked him best. So exact. So thorough. Commanding. Walking that thin line between merciful and not. She lets him spread her wide, warm hands and mouth on her skin searing the moment to memory. It had been far too long since they had played quite like this.
Somehow she keeps watching him, unable to look away even as she gasps in pleasure from the way he’s working her with his fingers and tongue. It’s beautiful to watch such a being worship you, your body. To take and to give. Her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker, tongue darting out to moisten lips that feel dry. Even the act of him having move the crotch of her panties aside felt good, made her writhe. Small fingers curl into bed clothes, holding on tight, anticipation building. She knows what he’s going to do, it’s just a matter of when. She likes that, knowing, but not. So maddening. Enticing.
When he does it, she comes unglued, no matter how much she tries, her head falls against the bed, eyes closing, back rising up off the bed, her body bowing, hips twitching.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The curse falls from her mouth several more times then fades into a moan.
Her body tightens around his fingers inside of her. It feels so damn good and the longer he does it, lighting up her body with his touch, everywhere the closer and closer she gets to that edge and the more desperate she becomes for it. She would love nothing more than to let him do this to her for hours, over and over until she’s boneless and strung out on over stimulation.
One hand manages to loose itself from the bedding to latch onto the golden blond hair between her legs, gripping tightly, giving a little tug, pressure to keep him where he is and how, even her legs tried to close, to trap him further.
Her reaction to his ministrations was almost enough to make him lose it, fingers still buried deep inside of her when she shook all over and cursed: she's so beautiful, so hot and so his. The way she clenched around his fingers had his mouth watering, wanting to feel her around his cock that's aching to be inside of her. Worshipping her, the way she did with him was a gift. Thor was far too gone, acting on instinct now, addicted to her smell, his eyes dark from desire. His fingers were urgently sliding between her folds and spreading her apart, working together to stretch her, to please her. Holding Natasha in place he pressed his mouth against her again, his fingers digging into the flesh behind her knee that she tried to close around his head. Oh, he loved this. Natasha's hands fisted into his growing hair and he breathed in deeply, flooding his senses with the smell of her arousal. Tasting her again, he ran his tongue across her folds, parting them with the tip of his tongue, enjoying her warm wetness before focusing on that tiny nub again, rolling his tongue around it, sucking on that spot that made her squeeze his head tighter. Totally worth it. His fingers were still lazily massaging her and he added a third one. It slid easily considering her wetness and he fingered her in a faster pace, pushing her legs open a little wider so he could dive in further when a new wave of electricity crossed his body and reached hers, a bit stronger this time, from his fingers and from his mouth. Smirking from between her legs, he pulled back slowly, trying to calm down his heart, licking her wetness from his lips: it dripped down his beard and he licked his fingers that had previously been buried into her, one by one. Bringing her to that edge and then backing off was something he was proud of, just to tease her. “Do you want me to give you my fingers, Natasha?” He smirked, his hand sliding down his body to close around his aching cock, knowing she was watching him, biting his lips when he stroked it firmly in a steady motion, closing his eyes and groaning, "or maybe my cock? Be a good girl and tell me what you want and maybe I will give it to you."
“Papa! Papa! Papa!” Anya came racing towards Thor, a folded piece of paper in her hand and Thunder at her heels, Natasha slowly followed the duo watching her daughter practically throw herself at the tall god’s legs, wrapping around them, “Happy Father’s Day, I mades you a card!" The little girl with her blond curls held said item up to him. Over the years she had gotten better with her drawing, quite the budding little artist really.
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Earthling traditions had gotten to him long before they started living on Earth. They celebrated Mother's day, Father's day and whatever Anya had learned on school that week.
She almost knocked over the table he was currently having breakfast in her excitement and hurry to get to him.
She hugged his legs and he hoisted her up in his arms with a twirl: his little girl was getting bigger - and heavier - each passing day.
"Thank you! Oh, let me see that," he picked up her and read her card, a message of love written on her handwriting, a drawing of their family and Thunder, "it's beautiful, elska (love)!"
She hugged his neck and he held her tight, looking over Natasha to silently thank her for builing this little family with him.
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While being in power, enjoying that thrill was divine, so too was having a god love you. Touch you. Fuck you. Just Thor crawling over her, putting her beneath him made her all the more wet for him, ready, wanting. Needing. She let him move her, place her, guide her. She’d had her fun, not that she wasn’t still, but she was all about playing fair, well, sometimes. She certainly hadn’t been playing fair earlier. She wanted him to get even, to drive her just as crazy as she did him.
Looking up into his eyes her breath catches. Those blue eyes are dark like a storm, she can almost see the clouds in them, the flashes of his power. It’s beautiful, mesmerizing. Oh how she loves him, everything about him. She drowns in his kiss, her body arching into his, the warmth and strength of his arms.
“Try not to rip it this time, hm?” She chides him, mostly playfully. Sometimes he had no restraint and she really didn’t mind, and he was good to replace what was ruined. He enjoyed going with her to pick out new items as it was that way, and some of her collection now held things Thor had picked all by himself.
Her neck, her chest and other places are going to sport pretty little marks, her loving and devoted husband was strong enough to make them last at least a day. The marks she would leave on him would fade out sooner.
He was being rough. She knew how to coax that out of him when she wanted it and she had. It was not usually his nature she knew, but sometimes she wanted to be unable to move for a couple of hours. Nails dug into the lines of muscles on his arms, her head falling back, lips parted at the feel of his teeth on her skin, feeling the fullness of her breast pulled taunt. Her hands moved to his hair, returning the favor of how he gripped hers, trying desperately to keep his mouth where it was. How it was. Alive with his power.
Even though she knew what he was going to do, with his hand she still gave a startled gasp, her hips squirming at the jolt that worked up inside of her, spreading, causing her to shudder, to press into his hand, against his fingers, wanting more.
“Yes,” she breathed the word, “always.” Nothing could do what he did to her, no one had ever come close before him. “More.” She begged of him, her voice a rasped whine.
His mouth was wet and hot, dragging kisses down her mesmerizing body. Worshipping her was his fate, and his alone. Thor couldn't be any happier with the role reserved for him.
"I can't promise anything," he huffed, out of breath as if he had ran a long distance. He could replace all of her ruined lingerie, but this one, he'd try not to rip.
Leaving beard burns behind, Thor finally reached his goal, his eyes trained on Natasha's when he pushed her panties to the side, careful not to rip them, inhaling her scent, dizzy from arousal.
Thumbing at her clit, he gave her a moment of warning before pressing two fat fingers into her sex, satisfied to find her drenched, hypnotized by the rich sounds she made.
Plunging his fingers deep into her, filling her tight, he licked his lips before diving in with closed eyes, feeling her pulsing around his fingers when his hot tongue licked her up and down, entirely, closing his lips around her clit and sucking it further into his mouth.
Fingers crooking inside of her, Thor massaged her, unhurriedly, eating her out with all of his mouth and lips, his teeth, his tongue, inhaling her scent and moaning. She was delicious and he'd never tire of her taste. His cock so hard it almost hurt. Her underwear wouldn't recover from this, he was sure, soggy, kneaded between them.
Natasha was a dripping, soaking mess when he opened his eyes to look up at her from between her legs, keeping her thighs open wide enough so that his head would fit in, smirking mischievously before his body lit up with electricity, aiming it at his fingers that were currently buried deep inside of her, on his mouth that was currently engulfing her clit, on his hand resting behind her knee, a shaky groan falling from his lips as he waited for her reaction.
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“My dear, sweet, wonderful husband, I believe you’re losing your memory in your old age,” Natasha smirked, teasing him, “how old are you now? Over a thousand? Close to it? I remember it was around that time, you found Thunder, I’m not sure where you never have mentioned that little detail to help you feel better and you make it very difficult to say no to you, the cute puppy was also hard to say no too.”
Not that she would’ve said no, the only pet she absolutely did put her foot down about was the alligator, or had it been a crocodile? One of the two.
Thor couldn't roll his eyes any further when Natasha started referring to him as her wonderful husband, amused. "Beloved, I'm only a few thousand of years older than you. Although I've had my head hit many times across the centuries, I have a good memory about things that matter, your gifts included," he poked her forehead swiftly, "you and Thunder helped me to go through a difficult time, one of the many we faced together."
Playing with her hair, he added, "besides that, it's not my hair that's going grey, love," he lied.
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“That I gave you?” Natasha shook her head, “oh no no, tell the story right. You came home with Thunder and it was, well we have a dog now.” Of course she absolutely adored Thunder, he was a very good dog, and Anya loved him and he was very good with her most of all.
“That I gave you,” green eyes rolled, her lips almost forming a smile, “unbelievable.”
"We remember different versions of the same story: I was very upset after Loki's second death. That was when you showed up with the small bundle of joy."
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Seeing him struggle, a god, because of her was invigorating. Natasha loved it, the power she had in this moment. It was the only kind she ever truly wanted and only when the mood struck her. It had hard this night and she was making the most of it.
Most of all, she loved him.
This was one of the stranger ways she showed it, but she did. Forever and for always. Natasha had never considered the possibility of having a forever, but now she had it. And she was never letting it go.
She continued to toy with herself, making her body quiver, building herself up for him. She put on a show, getting lost in it, bringing herself to that edge and then backing off. Over and over she did it until her body ached, needed release desperately.
The buzz of her special little gloves ended and she brought her fingers up towards her mouth, slowly trailing them up her body, then proceeded to tug each one free of her hands, tasting herself upon the one that had been between her legs.
“Ódo (Undo),” the singular word of old Norse left her and with it, a little flare of magic in the air and the bindings upon her husband’s wrists loosened and fell away. It was a neat little trick and she felt rather pleased with it and herself.
Nothing was said, at least not with words. A smirk settled across her lips and she curled her index finger at him, beckoning him to her. To do as he pleased, as he wanted now that he was free.
What a wicked, beautiful witch was his wife. She loved exerting control over him, and he loved having someone else giving directions and orders for a change. She looked like an angel, wearing beautiful garments that left little to the imagination, but teasing him like a demon.
Trembling, it was hard to focus, but his eyes were once again glued to her movements, cataloguing her every reaction, her every sound and expression, what she did to please herself and whatever new information he could get.
They were well familiar with each other's bodies and preferences, but, still, there were always new things to experiment. And they had the whole day to themselves. Natasha knew he was very visual and he was glad she hadn't blindfolded him, "what a show," he praised.
Pulling his wrists free, he twisted them, feeling his blood flowing normally again. Turning in bed, Thor crawled his way to her, on top of her, attracted to her scent, growling lowly. His eyes were tempestuous when he closed the distance between them, making his way between her legs he rested his hips against hers, searching for her lips to kiss her hungrily, deeply, tasting her arousal on her tongue.
A hand threading through her hair, Thor pulled Natasha's head to the side, exposing her long neck where he sank his teeth lightly, kissing her throat, her shoulders, going lower. His big hands groped Natasha's dressed breasts, "your lingerie is lovely, elskan (sweetheart), but it must go." Nestling his face between them, Thor undid her bra, groaning at the softness of her skin when he gave her nipples the same attention she had given his: closing his mouth around a very hard and very fevered piece of her skin, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it further into his mouth and using his teeth. His hand travelling lower, his fingers dove inside her panties where he found her soaked and warm, massaging her with rough fingers, "does it feel better than your device?" He asked against her breast, licking her rosy skin, a small spark of electricity dancing on his fingertip. And on his tongue, "do I make you feel better, Natasha?"