You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together. I’ve got nothing better to do.
((I’ll update the blog main page later, but this blog is indefinitely on a ‘light RP’ status, which means I will be here as frequently as I can specifically to RP with the Assvengers and most of all verily-thor. Kristen has, in real life and RP, stuck with me through everything. She’s such an amazing friend.
Anyway, the reason for this: My full-time job and LARP activities take up a great deal of time. On top of that, I am also publishing other material on a regular basis. I also have a 1 hour commute + each way to work, as well as some medical issues that I am finally in the process of resolving.
I greatly enjoy writing Jane - and no worries, I’m not going anywhere! If you want to stay in touch on Facebook, shoot me a private message!))
With a grin, Thor rolled off the bed and landed with a loud thud on the floor, crouching down to search under the bed for his gift. He pulled it out, and carefully unwrapped it on the bed, taking out each item. “Oh, Jane,” he said, holding the framed picture. “Thank you, love. Now I feel I did not get you enough… I suppose I will have to suffice as a gift, too, and a home-cooked breakfast.”
Sprawling out across the bed, he pulled her close for a slow kiss, smiling as he drew away from her. “Happy anniversary.” he whispered. He lingered close to her, noses brushing against one another, before he sat up and put the picture of the children on his nightstand for now (later he would take it to the bar when it opened so he could show off his children to anyone who came by.)
They had known one another for more than a year, but a year so far together, under the same roof and joined by promises on this realm and Asgard, seemed even better than anything else he had experienced. Standing, Thor walked around the bed and held out a hand for Jane. “Shall escort my lady down to breakfast? I would have made it sooner, but I wanted to be here when you woke… and I was sure the smell of food and the thought of me in nothing but a little apron would wake you before I got back up here. I hope you do not mind, Poptart.”
"No way, this is perfect," she gestured up to the stars. "I feel a little guilty. I know I still spend too much time at work; I wanted to put the extra effort in." Jane Foster didn’t put partial effort into anything - when she worked, it had her attention. As a wife, she loved fully and loyally.
"This is perfect. In fact, if you could plan how we spend our day, even better. I just need a day to not think about anything or anyone but you." Of course, she glanced at the picture of the kids. She was a mom; they were always in her thoughts.
After all this time, she thought about a few close calls. One time, her spirit had gone; Castiel had guided her soul, but Thor thought her gone for more than a moment. She remembered how he didn’t want her to go, and that made up for all the little arguments.
She took his hand and rose from the bed. She grabbed her favorite Asgardian over-robe - the blue one, with the stars - and donned it over the garment she was wearing.
"There is one thing - not a work thing really. I mean it is, but someone’s covering it. I just need five minutes with the new ‘scope later tonight. I’ll show you, though. We should have a little picnic upstairs at night. Champagne, stars, us."
It reminded her of how Brynhildr came to be, and she thought about what she had written on the back of the photo. It was true, but their little family had a lot of time.
i think i have an unhealthy obsession with space
but i mean
Thor woke early on January 30th, keeping as quiet as possible as he snuck about the bedroom, setting up a surprise he had worked for days on after learning what the themes for each year were, on Midgard for the anniversaries of married couples. There were no children or dogs or cat to take care of this morning, as Thor had arranged for them all to be taken care of by relatives or friends until tomorrow. Today was about Jane and Thor.
As carefully as he could, he stood up on step-ladders and chairs and the bed, arranging hundreds of paper stars hanging from the ceiling. Some had sparkles, others paint, and some had no adornments at all. Some were well-made, others looked like a child had done them (which was true, since Thanner had helped) and one looked like a baby had gnawed and drooled all over it (which was also true, since one was put too close to Bryn and not wanting to throw it out, Thor kept it for the surprise.) The gnawed one, a bright blue one that Thanner had made and a large red one with two stars stuck together, were the largest of them all, and hung directly over the bed.
Satisfied with how it turned out, Thor smiled up at his work and then down at the sleeping form of his wife below it all. A glance at the clock told him she had slept in long enough, and he slid in next to her, a gentle hand pushing her hair out of the way.
"Jane," he whispered. "The stars are out this morning."
Jane had finally taken a day off of work for their anniversary. She hoped Thor hadn’t found the present under the bed - and she would know if he did, since it was wrapped.
At first she turned over, a quiet yawn as she snuggled up against him. Her eyes were still closed.
"I don’t want to go to work," she said, forgetting it was her day off. "I just want to…" she drifted off again before she realized he’d said something about stars. At last she spread her hand across his chest, lazily feeling his muscular form before she turned onto her back. And then she opened her eyes.
A slow smile spread across her face. One hand intertwined with Thor’s, the other reached up towards the ceiling. She looked at each individual craft, and saw how much effort Thor had taken in making them - and the kids, obviously, as well.
She kissed him very sweetly on the cheek. “I love you. Your gift, by the way, is under the bed.”
Wrapped in the box were some little pictures the kids had drawn of Jane and Thor together with hearts. Well, mostly Thanner had drawn them and Bryn had drooled.
Beneath that was a selection of beer, mostly from Scandinavia. Erik had procured it at Jane’s request.
She looked like the future queen she was in her regal Asgardian gown.
Lastly, wrapped in tissue paper was a photo of the kids, taken by Jane. It was already framed, but if he ever took it out of the frame, there was a sweet love note written on the back about how she hoped someday their family would grow even more.
'Whenever you're close to me, you're like the sun. You feel like the sun.’
Thor, in his want for Jane to stay home from work for a few more days, had destroyed and/or hidden Jane's alarm clock, hidden all of her work clothes and replaced them with clothes from Asgard or pajamas, and this morning carefully draped himself over her to prevent her from getting up on time or out of bed at all.
Having already taken the days off of work, Jane did not mind when she woke at the early hour of noon. She got up, thinking maybe it was finally the day to take up Erik’s hobby of gardening and then realized it was definitely winter. She showered and dressed in her favorite Asgardian robe and slipped downstairs to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.