an: so this chap ties into the "Questions, If Any" chapter in The Cosmic Disturbance Indication. long story short, Thor's not entirely off the hook with his infiltration of SHIELD's base. enjoy!

Glow

"It's too late in the night for you to fret…"

"I'm not fretting, I'm being a good hostess… big difference."

The blonde shook his head at her tenacity. Mortal he might be, but at least he retained some of his abilities that he had, up until the last twenty-four hours, thought were also gone. His so-called risky attempt to retrieve his hammer earlier in the night was proof enough to those government people, and Erik, and her too. He had thought, anyway, before she decided to play healer and tend to his cuts and bruises that he had earned in the desert. "Evelyn…" He slightly sighed her name.

She ignored the patient note in his low voice, at last stopping him in the small kitchen of the shop. Quelling the reflex to mock him, considering it was too late in the night to incense the demigod, she squared her shoulders and turned to look up at her companion. "Sit." She instructed as she gestured to the nearby table chair, watching his lips quirk into a pout before ambling to do as told. Her own lips threatened to form into a smile at his childish effort before she cleared her throat. "They didn't bang you up too badly, did they?" She asked.

Thor, impressed and somewhat stung that she didn't fold at his attempt returned with a slight sniff, "that depends if you're going to go back there and beat the hell out of their agents?" His gaze found hers from under his brow.

"Are you always so uncooperative?" Evelyn loosely ran a hand through her hair as she scowled at him.

"Only when my nurse is worrying over nothing." Thor answered calmly.

Evelyn groaned under her breath as she closed her eyes tight. "You're not as invincible as you think you are, Thor… I don't care how you try to deny it, but I do care about your well-being." She stepped away to fold her arms as she added, "and I had half a right mind to drag you to the van and drive back here to keep you from being so damned pigheaded."

A pause passed between the odd pair.

Recognizing her frustration with his reckless actions, as he had heard it before, the blonde stood to step up to her. "Thank you, then, for caring, and worrying. Even if it's for nothing more than a few scuffs." He said earnestly, touching her right shoulder when she seemed to deflate at the first two words.

The brunette slightly squared her shoulders again and puffed, turning to face him before she poked his chest. "Don't do it again… I wouldn't sleep well knowing you got yourself killed." She warned on a softer tone, pausing as he took her hand in his and seemed to notice the old callouses on her fingers, her ears reddening at his gesture. Even if he didn't mean it to happen, she could swear she felt little jolts of electricity coming from his larger hand. She dared not look up into his eyes, some part of her knowing she would get lost looking into those baby blues, as she shook his hand off only to lead him back to the chair.

He smiled bemusedly at her efforts to not fall for his handsomeness, a mistake she had made the day they properly met, noting that she was strong despite accepting her formerly-despised powers. He plopped back onto the chair as before, watching with curiosity as she left him to step out of the kitchen and to a small hallway before she shortly returned from the hallway with a square box that was emblazoned with a red cross.

Flicking the overhead light on as she returned with the first aid and some paper towels from the kitchen counter, she placed the kit on the table next to him and popped it open to locate the short bottle of rubbing alcohol. "As much as I know that you're a big, strong Viking and all, this will sting a bit." She advised absently as she was dabbing some of the clear liquid onto a wadded towel, looking at him with a quirked brow.

Thor puffed up a little at her jab, "I've been through worse, sweet…" He trailed off when she started with a mending scratch on his right brow, quelling a wince at the bite of the liquid as it sped up the healing process.

"If you say so, poppet," Evelyn remarked innocently, pretending his striking blue eyes didn't scowl up at her from under his brow, continuing to dab at his various scratches he sported on his face.

The odd pair lapsed into silence then, letting the serenade of distant crickets fill the void, as the former god sat immobile while his nurse tended to him.

"Any more cuts I should mend?" She wondered after what felt like centuries, rousing her patient who had been watching her work, glancing at his well-built torso shielded by the dark blue shirt he wore, the material seeming to hug his obvious muscles. She internally gulped and prayed that he said 'No'… she didn't expect or even want one thing to lead to another, considering it would be too fast, and she vainly hoped he was thinking along the same line.

Feeling her gaze linger on the rest of him, his ears reddened slightly as he cleared his throat. "Not that I know of." He answered, and he was being honest about that.

Evelyn blinked once before looking away and nodding, "Good, means I can put this away." She mused as she broke away to recap the bottle and tuck it back into the metal box's confines, closing the lid. She looked at him for a moment, considering telling him what she had been feeling since he returned from the desert base, before she turned away like a coward and set to returning the kit back to the hallway closet. Closing the door after placing the box on a short shelf nailed into the back of the door, she slightly jumped at seeing the demigod had stepped away from the kitchen light and stood by the kitchen doorway, leaning his hip on the left side.

Blimey he was big.

"Did you want to say something?" Thor wondered, slightly tilting his head as he looked on her, finding that she was at least a head and a half shorter than him due to her wearing her flat shoes.

Cheeks coloring again, Evelyn contemplated dodging him to duck into the kitchen, but she had a feeling he would get an answer regardless. She chewed her bottom lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, exhaling shortly. "I… I really was worried, about you, when they kept you. Can't imagine what all would've happened if Erik hadn't volunteered to reason with them." She admitted.

Thor minded the shyness in her gaze that looked up at him from under her brow, and his face softened at her honesty. He surprised her when he stepped away from the doorway to gently brush his fingers against her left cheek, seeing the color darken in her fair face, before she looked away only to surprise him when she wrapped her arms around his waist. Reflexively, or rather it was what he had wanted to do all night, his larger hand curled his fingers in her mane as his free hand's arm held her close. He slightly ducked his head just when she lifted hers a bit to kiss her forehead, feeling her slight shiver even as her fingers clung to his back, smiling at having her relax while in his arms.

Evelyn smiled at his sense of chivalry even if his kiss had made goose-pimples race along her skin.

an: most if not all of this fic is going to contain 110% fluff, although with Thor in a fic, you guys already know that don't you? and don't hesitate to tell me what you think! reviews are well-loved here.

* 'Glow' by UNKLE *