I've done some short drabbles and taken prompts over on my tumblr, psychoticgirl. I plan on posting a few of them over here and possibly updating in the future if more writing happens :)
Prompts - stressed, afraid
He is sitting hunched over his open book when she slips into the darkness of his room, his candles burned down to withering glows.
He did not accompany the welcoming party to the edges of the city, heralding her and her warriors return from battle, instead electing to lock himself away with his barely masked fears alone in his room, staring at the same page for hours.
She does not begrudge his choice. She knows that it is not lack of caring that keeps him here, but an abundance of it. Knows that if she was injured, or worse, he would not be able to stop himself from revealing their secret in front of all of Asgard. Knows that she would hardly be able to contain it herself.
The dark is safer.
His back stiffens at the touch of her hand to the base of his neck, shoulders dropping as a sigh of relief is breathed harsh through his nostrils. Sliding her hands across his shoulders, up the long column of his neck to rub circles in dark hair, pushing the tension and worry from his body. Her calloused hands travel downwards, sliding against the leather draping his chest to rest her head against his.
"I'm here," she whispers against his temple. "I'm alright."
He stands abruptly, knocking his chair to the ground in his movement, to take her in. Green orbs move quickly across her form, confirming with his own eyes the words her lips have spoken. She holds still under his needy gaze until he rushes forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard.
"I'm here," she whispers again, against his lips.
And again when he strips the metal and leather from her body, his lips and tongue seeking out every bruise and scrape.
Again as he pushes her back onto the bed, his face tucked to her neck.
Again as he moves within her, hands digging possessively, desperately into flesh.
Once more as he wraps around her, his breath slowing soft and steady against the back of her neck, safe in the dark.