Thor Odinson

Setting: Pre Thor Movie

Notes:

Happy birthday Kiba! I wubs you~ 3
~W.K.

Kagome sighed, feeling a headache that was creeping up on her. Already she could hear his loud laughter as he slurred his words calling for her, his 'woman'. With a dark scowl she pulled a robe over her sleeping clothes and threw open the doors to their shared bed chambers.

There in the doorway stood a miffed Loki trying to support his drunken brothers weight as he laughed and tittered about. He turned to her his eyes gassy form the no doubt ungodly amounts of ale he had consumed over the course of the night.

"Ah-my woman!" He tried to hug her and nearly toppled over his own feet, almost bringing her with him, if not for his brother who had quickly grabbed his cloak and yanked him back. "Easy brother yow would not want to crush your beautiful wife."

Thor let out a loud sound of protest. "Bah brother she is stronger then she looks! She loves when I-I 'm on top of her she likes being compressed!" She flushed as he revealed their sex life to his younger brother and glared at him.

Loki had the decency to flush and avoid her eyes as she came to support Thor on his other side. "I'm sorry lady Kagome he drank to much." She grumbled as they maneuvered him to the bed and let him topple over on top of it. He landed face first and laughed loudly into it. With a tired sigh she turned to her brother in law and gave him a small smile.

"It is not your fault Loki, my dear husband loves ale far to much to be kept form it. Thank you for seeing him to his chambers safely…unlike last time." They both shared a small smile as they recalled the time he passed out in the gardens, ass up face down in the mud.

Loki chucked lightly and shook his head. "The fool didn't even bat an eye when he woke up covered in mud." She smiled as she pressed a small kiss to his check and pulled back smiling as he left the room shutting the doors behind him.

She let out a strangled yelp as a well muscled arm was thrown around her tiny waist and pulled her to the bed. "Thor!" She hissed as he rolled over and settled on top of her, his body weight settling over hers making her giddy with the feeling of being crushed.

He frowned his mind hazy from the ale and placed sloppy kisses to her neck. "My woman…" He hiccupped as she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes yours now sleep beloved." He grumbled, wanting to claim her as his woman, to remind her that she belonged to him, not his brother. Yet his eyelids were growing heavy with sleep…

With a snort he passed out his body going limp over hers and she sighed running her fingers through his dirty blond locks. She would give him hell in the morning for now she wanted to get back to sleep, nothing sucked more then being woken up at two in the morning by your drunken husband.

The damn drunk.

She would be having a talk with his mother about his growing ale consumption later in the day. This was the third time this week he had stumbled to their chambers drunk out of his mind. She knew the upcoming crowning was weighing heavy on his mind but she would not let this become a horrid stress reliever of his.

She would not lose her husband to a bunch of ale, if he was stressed there were other ways she could help him deal with it, much more pleasurable ways.