Of Monsters and Men

Peace

By the time he realized what had happened, it was too late. Darcy Lewis had gotten under his skin and he… missed her. When her chatter did not fill the silence, he was on edge.

It was not a pleasant feeling in the slightest. It occurred far more often than he liked; every time the mortal left his cell, with a sad wave and down-turned eyes. Every time Thor ventured in, every time he was left alone.

He hated when she left, and he…missed her.

He felt…at peace when she was there.

Oh, how the God of Mischief had fallen.

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A/N: Close to the Shipping now. Close.