A/N: Based on the greek myth of Tithonus. Oh I just gave it away! This is going to play out like like epic poetry in three "books".
MORTEM I
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He watched as she slept, unable to look away.
The small rise of her chest with every breath, the gleam of moon reflected in her hair, the dust-like texture of her skin in darkness. Each detail whispered a haunting note in his ear.
Together, they screamed a deafening taunt he could not ignore.
She would die.
Far before he got his first gray hair.
Jane was mortal. Mortal like all others despite the singular specialness he felt sure she possessed.
He'd begged the Allfather to grant her a gift of life but he deemed her unworthy.
The thought of it sickened him, but it was all he could hear. Thor kept his eyes on Jane as she rolled over. Rusting from the sheets only served to elevate the panic in him.
She was worthy.
She was no mere mortal.
His mind wandered with the same speed at which his heart thundered.
Loki would know, ever clever Loki would surely have an answer.
But he would demand a great price.
Thor thought hard about what he was willing to give. His eyes traced the soft curve of her shoulder and he knew with a sting of guilt. It struck fear into his core knowing so. He would do terrible things for her. He would kill for her. And if it came to it, he would turn his back on his principles for her.
He would give anything.
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