Well, these things are what I do when I'm writer's blocked, and ZagixThor needs some more love :D I promise that Alone With You part 4 will be up soon; my computer killed it and I had to start over T.T
Summary: 50 Sentences Challenge: exploring Zagi and Thor's relationship. Genre varies.
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50 Sentences: ZagixThor
One: comfort.
It starts out as little more than physical comfort for emotional wounds – they've both lost companions, and Thor doesn't even want to think about propagating the new species – but it's not long before neither of them can pretend it's nothing more.
Two: kiss.
Their first kiss is strange – Thor can't help comparing Zagi to Karim, how much stronger and surer he is – but by the third, he's not thinking much at all.
Three: soft.
There's nothing soft about Zagi – never has been – except for silken whispers under twisted sheets.
Four: pain.
For months after Chimaera gains independence, everything hurts when Zagi moves; but he can forget the pain when he has Thor at his mercy.
Five: potatoes.
By the time those twins stumbled into the Forest of Semi, Zagi hadn't seen a plant that wasn't trying to kill him in years; when Thor mentioned potatoes, Zagi almost hit him.
Six: rain.
Chimaera can go years without rain – good thing, too, because the plants certainly don't need more nourishment – but the year it pours, Zagi takes full advantage of being trapped inside with Thor.
Seven: chocolate.
They never had chocolate in the gang on Iliad – hell, they rarely had food – but that noise Thor just made has to be better than any sweet.
Eight: happiness.
Zagi supposes he must have been happy sometime – maybe with the gang, before their rivals slaughtered them; maybe with Karim, years ago – but by now, it's so foreign that he's shocked to notice he might be.
Nine: telephone.
The telephone is one of the things that Thor misses most on Chimaera – when he's away, Zagi tends to make trouble about which no one can tell Thor until he gets back.
Ten: ears.
Zagi's ears aren't as sharp as a native Chimaeran's, but they're quite good enough to hear Thor beg.
Eleven: name.
Blanc Ro was only the name of a Ring's Top – Zagi Fenrir is wolf enough without it, as Thor learns very quickly.
Twelve: sensual.
There's a sensual, animalistic grace to Zagi's prowling walk, but Thor makes sure that Zagi never catches him staring.
Thirteen: death.
They both know that death will take Zagi first – between Thor's natural hardiness and Zagi's imperfectly-healed wounds, it's not much of a question – but they're going to make the best of the time they have.
Fourteen: sex.
Zagi doesn't know how to be gentle – even their first time, sex was rough and wild, just like Zagi himself.
Fifteen: touch.
From the first moment Zagi touched him, his hands lit Thor on fire, filling him with a desire he never knew he possessed.
Sixteen: weakness.
Even when he could barely move from the pain of his injuries, Zagi refused to show weakness – among the yado, revealing it would have killed him – but eventually, he trusts Thor enough to admit that he was scared.
Seventeen: tears.
Sometimes, Thor still cries over Tiz, or Third, or Karim – Zagi doesn't quite understand, but he knows not to leave until the tears stop.
Eighteen: speed.
Thor remembers a time when Zagi was as fast as he is, and he knows that Zagi won't stop training until he has that speed back.
Nineteen: wind.
The wind howls outside the Ochre Ring's fortress, but inside, Zagi and Thor take advantage of shared heat.
Twenty: freedom.
Chimaera's freedom came at a greater price than Thor could have imagined, but Zagi doesn't let him think about it too often.
Twenty-one: life.
"It's life, glorious and wild," Zagi says with a grin, when Thor asks why he doesn't mind Chimaera's chaos.
Twenty-two: jealousy.
It took months before Thor would admit that he'd been more jealous of Karim than of Zagi.
Twenty-three: hands.
Thor's hands are deceptively smooth and delicate for a warrior – perfect for making Zagi twitch and shudder at his touch.
Twenty-four: taste.
Cooking is not one of Thor's strengths, and the tajin aren't at their best this year; Zagi's been trying to get that foul taste out of his mouth for hours.
Twenty-five: devotion.
Thor knows devotion – to his family, to his Ring, to his friends – but Zagi's still figuring it out.
Twenty-six: forever.
Zagi has never let himself consider forever – it's too unreal, too strange a concept to even fathom for someone who has lived moment to moment for his entire life – but when Thor asks if he'll stay, he makes an effort to think about it.
Twenty-seven: blood.
Thor has never forgiven himself for the fact that he has Zagi's blood on his hands.
Twenty-eight: sickness.
Sometimes, Zagi's old wounds make him sick enough to land him back in bed for days, and no matter what Chimaera's leaders want, Thor doesn't leave his side.
Twenty-nine: melody.
Thor can't carry a melody to save his life, and he still doesn't know if Zagi can – the stubborn bastard would rather shut up forever than try a note.
Thirty: star.
The Balkan star system is just as beautiful as their native one in its own way – they just have to look.
Thirty-one: home.
Zagi has taught Thor how to see Chimaera as home.
Thirty-two: confusion.
Chimaera's politics confuse the hell out of Thor, and Zagi has become essential for keeping him sane.
Thirty-three: fear.
Back with the yado and the gang on Iliad, fear was weakness, and Zagi never let it show no matter how bad things got – but eventually, Thor realizes that the mask isn't all that's there.
Thirty-four: lightning/thunder.
Rain is rare on Chimaera and almost nonexistent on Juno, so thunderstorms have always unnerved Thor; Zagi is a very effective distraction.
Thirty-five: bonds.
Thor glares at Zagi from his awkward vantage point on the bed, straining against the bonds around his wrists as Zagi admires the view.
Thirty-six: market.
For the first few years, Chimaera's common market is deserted except for the former Ochre and Blanc Rings, which have been blackmailed severely by their respective Tops.
Thirty-seven: technology.
Sometimes Thor misses the technology on Juno – among other things – but he knows that Zagi would have suffocated there.
Thirty-eight: gift.
Zagi is gifted with words, far more so than Thor himself, but he's learned that Chimaera needs its leader to speak.
Thirty-nine: smile.
Getting a real smile out of Zagi is one of the hardest things Thor has ever done, but it's perfect enough that he rarely stops trying.
Forty: innocence.
Thor's innocence is almost as charming as it is frustrating.
Forty-one: completion.
They are equal and opposite, vicious and gentle, distant and emotional, feral and civilized – between them, there is completion.
Forty-two: clouds.
Stormclouds are common during Chimaera's night; they're all the more beautiful when the moonlight breaks through and dapples Thor and Zagi in silver.
Forty-three: sky.
Thor never realized how beautiful Chimaera's sky was until he watched the sunrise with Zagi.
Forty-four: heaven.
Zagi has never believed in the "life after" kind of heaven – if it exists, it's right here.
Forty-five: hell.
Thor once thought of Chimaera as a living hell – now, with Zagi at his side at the past at his back, there's no place he'd rather be.
Forty-six: sun.
The sunrise on Chimaera is stunning enough to make up for the months of frigid hell, especially when there's someone to watch it with.
Forty-seven: moon.
Moonlight is rarer than sunlight – storms block it out for most of the winter – and it's that much more beautiful when it cascades through the windows onto Thor's sleeping form.
Forty-eight: waves.
They go to the ocean one day, after Zagi has recovered enough to travel, and Zagi almost starts laughing when Thor drags him into the waves.
Forty-nine: hair.
When Thor's hair turned black at the roots, Zagi called him a skunk in negative until Thor finally sheared off the platinum blond.
Fifty: wild
Zagi is a wild thing, and Thor knows that will never change – but somehow, he doesn't seem to mind.
End
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