Jane Foster sees the Thunder God and she wonders to herself...
Fandom: Thor, 2011
Characters: Thor, Jane Foster
Pairings: Thor/Jane
Setting: Post-movie
The prompt was “Jane Foster sees the Thunder God and wonders to herself." And this is the unforgivable little drabble I wrote in response.
AU in which the All-Father is exactly as much of a dick as the fangirls think he is, only to both his sons, not just to one of them. The part about Thor getting tossed out of Asgard happened, the part where he gets his powers back, not so much. Now lets fast-forward to ten years later. Thor's still living in New Mexico, and he's gotten married:
The water stops and the shower door opens. Thor steps out just like he does every morning, vigorously toweling his hair, and leaving his Asgardian man-parts, in all their glory, out for everyone to see. Like she does every morning, Jane gazes at the Thunder God. She watches him take wet footsteps across the bathroom, and load his brush up with toothpaste, and glop gel into his tousled blond hair. And she wonders.
And then all of a sudden it hits her: Thunder- ...thighs?!?
“Thor dear,” she says. “I think it's time you went on a diet.”
Characters: Thor, Jane Foster
Pairings: Thor/Jane
Setting: Post-movie
The prompt was “Jane Foster sees the Thunder God and wonders to herself." And this is the unforgivable little drabble I wrote in response.
AU in which the All-Father is exactly as much of a dick as the fangirls think he is, only to both his sons, not just to one of them. The part about Thor getting tossed out of Asgard happened, the part where he gets his powers back, not so much. Now lets fast-forward to ten years later. Thor's still living in New Mexico, and he's gotten married:
The water stops and the shower door opens. Thor steps out just like he does every morning, vigorously toweling his hair, and leaving his Asgardian man-parts, in all their glory, out for everyone to see. Like she does every morning, Jane gazes at the Thunder God. She watches him take wet footsteps across the bathroom, and load his brush up with toothpaste, and glop gel into his tousled blond hair. And she wonders.
And then all of a sudden it hits her: Thunder- ...thighs?!?
“Thor dear,” she says. “I think it's time you went on a diet.”