Chapter 11
" Mmm…" Thor's voice groaned.
" Tastes heavenly, very sweet." He was intertwined in bed with Storm in the middle of a rainy night. Her robe was open and he gently nestled in. He hungrily suckled at the nipple of a fruitful dark breast while she lay back on the pillows.
" Enjoying yourself?" Ororo asked.
" Affirmative…mmm." At first, she, had felt kind of weird about letting Thor taste, but finally acquiesced to his requests. " Did you say this was a tradition if some sort?" " Mrrph…yes, m'lady. I shall receive some of thy energy in this exchange." The rain sounded a gentle pitter-patter against the roof outside. Here I am, nursing a grown Asgardian thunder god, she thought. I think it's just a superstition, but whatever.
" It does feel nice, dear. I was kinda full in that one. Well not anymore." He looked up at her and she looked down at him with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.
"uh..uuh…uwaa-aah…" A little infant's cry was heard from the other room.
" Ah, I'll get her." She tied her robe and walked to the next room which was the baby room. Storm picked up her crying daughter and rocked her a little bit, humming gently. There was a slight crackle and Ororo, knowing what to do, she grabbed the glass prism off the dresser and held it tight.
" ah choo." The toe-headed infant sneezed and dispelled a short burst of electricity.
" There, all better?" The rain-light streamed in from behind the curtains, tinted a faint orange from the street lights. She closed the curtains more and adjusted a little bunny-shaped nightlight by the crib before putting Anja back down in her crib. " Shh shh…"
She crooned a gentle tune that her own mother had once hummed to her. Memories of her parents and life in sun baked Cairo flashed faintly behind her eyes and she closed them, not trying to remember the crash…and the fire… Alone… She remembered being on the streets of that city, going under the protection of a pickpocketer to stay alive.
" Need any help?" Thor yawned, leaning at the doorway. He was in a white undershirt and grey shorts. Ororo snapped out her reminiscent haze at the sound of his voice.
" No. She's good."
" Are you well?" She wiped a tear from her eye and silently nodded, walking to the doorway, but the tall man stayed put.
" My love…" He held her close, wrapping protective arms around her and stroking the soft waves of her hair.
" Thou has't been melancholy as of late."
" Im okay." He knew something was troubling her lately. Ever since Anja was born, Ororo's spirit just seemed somber and drawn, as if a thin, glassy veil was covering her cheer. " I wish I could know what to do to make you well. I know the smile that hides behind those clouds, Lady Storm."
" I'll get over it. I know I will." The two returned to their bedroom to lay back down, Thor holding her tight, as if she were a lofty storm-cloud about to drift away.
" Thor, I'm not sure that you could know what it's like to be human, just human."
" I surely try."
" I know you do. It's just…"
" That I am of royalty? Too high above the humans? Well I harbor a secret of which I wish to tell thee."
" What is it?"
" Asgardians are considered Gods, and with our powers here, we earn that title. But in all actuality we are simply another kind from a far away star."
" You mean to tell me that you're an alien?"
" Humans oft use that word, it does not fit entirely but, in a certain way, yes."
" Well that's great. I have an alien husband and a half alien baby."
" I am still the Thor thou know'st, however."
" You are. It is hard to comprehend, but it explains a lot, actually.
" A small smile appeared on her face and Thor smiled back, glad to see it again. Look at those alien blue eyes I fell for…well and the rest of him.
" If it's any consolation, I'm not really your typical Annie Sue human either, love."
" Not typical, but rare, and beautiful, as a shooting star. Ororo, what say you of coming to Asgard? simply living there?"
" We've talked about this."
" You could live in a palace, like a queen, my queen Ororo. With servants and all the finery. Anja would be a true Princess there."
" I know. And I told you that I think that I will end up there. Just give me some more time to do my job here, understand? I know you sacrifice those titles you have in Asgard for…well, this, and I am thankful that you do. Remember that."
" Please consider it, my love."
" I will." And the two drifted off the sleep amongst the gentle sounds of rain.
A while before sunrise that night, the storm grew more powerful. The rain hit the roof with a rattling, angry chorus and thunder resounded. The Anja's room was dark and her parents were fast asleep. Lightning lit a shadowy, quiet figure standing in the room near the crib. Thunder resounded and the horned, caped, figure held up, between a forefinger and thumb, a tiny white hair from Anja's head. A pair of familiar blue eyes gazed down at the infant, stirring a little, with an ambivalent expression. She did not wake. Another vein of lightning lit the room and the horned figure was gone.
