an: this chap is set after "Sober" in The Cosmic Disturbance Indication. backtracking a little, but hey, it never hurt right?

Caught in the Fire

A heavy rain greeted them when they touched down on her flat's balcony.

He had been silent through the whole flight back to London, even when they stepped into her flat to dry off and take a breather from the hectic day.

Flicking the lights on and hanging her bow and belt on the coat-hanger as he did the same for Mjolnir, she considered taking a shower but hesitated as she didn't want to leave him alone. God only knew what he had seen, because she hadn't seen him so quiet since Puente Antiguo, and it hurt her to see him so… unlike the piece of sunshine that he was.

Their eyes met as the only noise either god heard was the rumble of thunder outside, and Evelyn lifted a hand to touch his scruffy cheek, offering a gentle smile. Her smile faltered when he held her hand to his face and pulled her in with his free hand to capture her lips in a kiss. One didn't need the wisdom of centuries to know that he needed her now, that he was desperate to know that she was there…

It didn't feel like it was long, but in retrospect it was hours later, when he seemed his usual self.

Listening to the rain that had softened to a light swell, she continued running her fingers through his hair, exhaling. "Subtlety was never your strong-suit." She mused aloud.

Thor chuckled even as he lay ontop of her, tilting his head a bit as he remarked, "Not all of us can be as stealthy, love."

Evelyn shook her head and flicked his ear, smiling when he grumbled an 'Ow', "You good, now?" She wondered with all seriousness.

"Took the words from my mouth, actually…" Thor mused with a kiss to her belly, seeing her cheeks become pink again. "I'm better now that it's just us... Barton's house was too small." He answered honestly. She couldn't disagree, he knew, and he doubted that she would. Her flat was so quiet, especially since they were the only occupants.

A lifetime ago he would've hated the quiet but having her with him had convinced him that it was more comfortable than he had originally deemed.

"Were you thinking of stuffing everyone into my flat?" Evelyn wondered playfully.

"I'm surprised it didn't burst the last time we were here," Thor joked with a chuckle, earning a laugh from her, lifting himself off her. He noted the flicker of remorse in her gaze as she watched him abandon his spot, leaning in to kiss her gently, brushing locks from her cheek as she reciprocated with a smile on her lips.

Evelyn let him draw away even as she traced her fingers along a healing bruise on his neck, "It's only fair, there's some meat in the fridge I've been meaning to cook…" She mused, ignoring the mild protests her body made when he left in search of boxers, instead focusing on the grumblings of her stomach.

"Sure you can walk?" He teased when feeling her gaze rest on his naked self, locating a set of blue undergarments and throwing them on before a wadded sock pair was thrown at his head. He pouted over at the one responsible as she had already put on her respective undies and now held onto a lavender sweatshirt she had found in her dresser.

Puffing as she pulled the sweatshirt on, she retorted confidently, "Sweetheart, what kind of woman do you take me for?" She raised a brow at the playful smirk that was heavy on his lips and watched him amble up to her, once again ignoring her lesser instincts that ached for him.

"Moreso a goddess than a woman." The blonde mused, his playful smirk shifted to a fond smile, hand lowered to tug on the cotton of her sweatshirt's bottom hem. "A Midgardian goddess, one I would die for, who can bewitch me with a wink… if she wished, anyway." He added with a shrug, his idle tugging putting stress on the dull ache in the pit of her belly.

The brunette blushed and lifted an arm to curl her fingers in the locks at the back of his head, minding the residual haze in his striking eyes, smiling shyly when their eyes met. "Thor…" She leaned up to kiss him, inhaling when he guided her back to the four-poster without breaking the hungry lip-lock.

The meat could wait one more day.

an: hey guys, happy new year! it is 2019 and i've got a couple of fluff drabbles for you guys. so stay tuned, yeah? C:

* 'Atlas' by Coldplay *