an: alright so this chap takes place after the "Valhalla, I am Coming" chap of The Cosmic Disturbance Indication. all i can say is that comfort leads to something else when it comes to these two kooky kids. enjoy!

Through the Streams of the Ocean

What had remained of Asgard went up in an explosion, of stardust as some wanted to believe, but nonetheless it was now gone.

"What've I done?" Thor asked at large, his voice quiet.

Heimdall looked at him, reminding, "You saved us from extinction… Said it yourself. Asgard isn't a place, but a people."

The large hall of the ship was quiet for a prolonged moment more, to let the now-homeless Asgardians grieve for their planet's demise, before both Valkyries shared a look and then set to getting the people settled in their new arrangements. Those who had sustained injuries from their evacuation were to go with Roslynn while the rest went with Valkyrie to be shown where they would sleep. Seeing that it was just Heimdall, Banner, and Korg left when the crowd dispersed, Loki went to aid Roslynn in patching up the wounded. Heimdall had looked to Evelyn and, seeing she wasn't as banged up as their king, urged she take Thor to get treated for his wounds.

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Having located what both assumed was the captain's quarters, which was more of a suite than an apartment bedroom, she ushered him to take a seat on the edge of the bed while she ducked into the adjoining bathroom to look for a first aid. She shortly returned with a medium-sized box that had the necessary equipment, pulling up the nearby desk's stool and placing it to the side so she could place the kit there.

He looked on her when seeing her hesitation to clean his main injury, where his right eye used to be, and he shook his head at the sudden spark of an idea light up her eyes. "Don't even think about it." He advised.

Briefly reminded of when she first treated him what felt like centuries ago, his fiancé shifted her weight from one boot to the other. "Didn't even hear what I was going to say, did you?" She pretended the dull pain from her injured thigh didn't remind her that she needed to be tended to as well, focusing her attention on the stubborn ox that was Thor.

"No, but I know you, sweet… enough to know you hate seeing me like this." Thor reasoned with a slight exhale, glancing away from the beginning frown on her face to the torn fabric of her leggings. "And it's not like you're one to talk, either." He tilted his head to the side.

"Thor…" Evelyn sighed his name, looking on him when his larger hand caught hold of her ring-wearing one, her frown faltering as her smaller fingers wove with his. She closed her eyes for a half-second before stepping closer to wrap her arms around his neck and let his head droop against her chest, curling her fingers in his dirty blonde locks as his hands clung to her belt. "Stubborn lug." She grumbled as she ducked her head to kiss the top of his.

The blonde smiled into the leather of her jerkin and felt her fingers comb through his hair. "Yours, you mean, like the rest of me." He reminded gently, squeezing the small of her back.

Cheeks somewhat flushed at his words, the brunette smiled proudly despite the heat in her face and nodded. "Likewise, otherwise you wouldn't have put a ring on my finger." She mused, flicking his ear.

"Ow…" Thor grumbled as he sat back a little, minding the playful twinkle in her eyes when they drew apart, and he reflexively tugged on her belt to pull her to him. He heard her soft squeak at his gesture as he buried his face into her neck and rained kisses on the skin there, making her laugh and try to squirm free of his strong grip, giving a slight growl as he rolled her onto her back and gently pinned her.

Evelyn's laugh faded on the air as she looked up at him, the heat that had settled in the pit of her belly flaring at the sight of her battered king who had regained his usual sweet-sunshine demeanor, lifting a hand to trace her fingers along his dirtied cheek. "The next time you do something that reckless, let me have the honor of killing you instead of one of your half-mad family." She advised.

Thor's slight pout at her break in their moment changed for a sheepish grin as he laughed, stealing a kiss before he gave another 'Ow' when she smacked his chest on habit. "Whatever my queen, the most clever of goddesses who happens to holds my heart, demands." He consigned with a lingering kiss to her forehead before he let her up from the bed.

Evelyn rolled her eyes at his dramatics with a happy grin on her lips, and the less-rational part of her mind wanted him even more, but she steeled herself from the sensation to retrieve the first aid from the stool. "Then take off your jerkin so I can patch you up, come on." She instructed patiently.

Her fiancé gave her a look that earned him a giggle, stepping away to do as he was told before retaking his seat on the bed, the harsh stink from the rubbing alcohol she had dabbed onto a rag assailing his nose when she first set to cleaning his eye. "Worst before the rest, then?" He slightly winced before his muscles relaxed when feeling her gentle touch.

"Now who's clever?" His better half remarked absently, her lips pursing at the corners as she cleaned him up. Her heart sank a bit at the reality that he now had one eye, ironically like his late father, and that he would now look at her with one brilliant blue eye instead of two. She finished, having to use most if not all the rag to get the dried blood off his tanned face, turning to toss the rag into the trash bin only feet away, pausing when he took her hands in his again.

Thor had sensed her sadness, and guilt for having let him lose an eye, with honed expertise, leaning up to kiss her deeply and remind her that he was still alive and with her. He let her break the kiss to half-sigh, half-moan his name, and press her forehead to his as her fingers curled in his beard, eyes closed as he murmured into her ear that he was there, and they were going to be all right, that he loved her more than anything… He opened his good eye when she drew away to rub her nose with a finger and sniffle, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, meeting her puffy gaze with an assuring smile on his lips.

"Love you." Evelyn murmured, a smile somewhere between relief and shyness crossing her own lips, running her fingers through his hair.

"Love you, too," Thor returned as he kissed her palm when her hand drew away, earning a sniff before he inhaled at being encased in a glowing green cloak of sorts that started healing the rest of him.

Evelyn stepped into the bathroom to wash her hands and return the kit where she found it while the green cloak did her bidding, catching her reflection in the vanity mirror and slightly jumping at seeing she looked like shit. She chuckled under her breath and made quick work of removing her jerkin, letting the leather and her cape attached to it hit the tiled floor, and her boots too, turning the water on to wash her face of dirt and tame her disheveled mane that had once been partially braided back.

"Dunno how you could've made love to me, I looked like hell," she thought aloud as she reentered the room, in her darker-colored tunic, skirt, and leggings, and removed the cloak with a snap of her fingers before looking through the stout dresser near the bed to find shirts that didn't look too outlandish.

"You looked fine to me." He offered, knowing she did have a habit of making sure she didn't look haggard… He imagined that was a Midgardian facet. She never looked awful to him, even in the early hours of the morning when he would wake before her and her mane of brown was disheveled from sleep (if he had even let her get that).

Evelyn smiled fondly, thinking for a moment that he really was mad for her if he didn't care whether she looked like a village witch or a proper lady, shrugging out of her tunic after locating a teal long-sleeve and turning to him. "It's a habit to worry about my looks… Mum would drill it into my head, growing up." She said as she had also found a maroon tunic-shirt of sorts and tossed it at him.

Thor pouted slightly when the shirt hit him in the face, hearing her slight giggle as he pulled it on, straightening to amble over to her. "Seems like a pointless thing to worry over." He mused.

"Says the bloke who literally rolls out of bed looking like he was groomed by the gods themselves…" Evelyn huffed as she shifted her weight again and aimlessly knotted her fingers in the cottony fabric of her new shirt, minding that whatever shirt he wore seemed to expound on his muscles, cocking a brow at having him so close. She smirked fondly at recognizing the undiscernible twinkle in his good eye, inhaling when he ducked his head and his lips found hers like if they had never left, feeling a contented noise rumble in his chest as he kept her rooted against the dresser with one hand that clung to the furniture while he deepened the kiss.

Thor chuckled in his throat at having her reciprocate with as much hunger as he had, removing his hand from the dresser to have both hook under her knees and hoist her from the floor, hearing her slight yelp at his gesture before he carried her back to the bed. Fingers grazing where she had been cut as he drew his hands back when she was deposited, he broke away and heard her slight groan at his negligence, his eye dropped to her thigh before flicking to rest on her flushed face that reddened when their stares met in what he thought was sheepishness and residual zeal for the snogging to continue.

Evelyn propped herself by her elbows and blew strands of hair from her face when he cocked a brow to silently ask permission, nodding with reluctance, watching his face light up in relief before he left her to duck into the bathroom to patch her up and gave her a moment to pull off her leggings. She smiled wryly at his eagerness to help her, imagining that chivalry was partially responsible, finding he was sweet to want to dote on her… Made her love him even more, really.

Thor shortly returned with the bottle of alcohol along with some bandages and a rag in hand, urging her to stay still as he cleaned her wound and proceeded to wrap the white bandage strip around her thigh to protect the now-clean area. He left a kiss on her shin and drew away to smile proudly at his work, his smile lingering when she scooted closer to kiss him in thanks. "Should let me dress your wounds more often," he mused thoughtfully as his fingers had found the birthmark on her shoulder and he traced its odd shape, a soft look on his bearded face when his touch made her back arch once or twice.

"When you don't almost die on me the next time, yeah, alright," Evelyn half-joked, nostrils flaring when his fingers delicately traced the mark on her shoulder again; she didn't know if he meant to or not, but every touch to her birthmark sent electricity crackling into her bones. It served as a nagging reminder that her predecessor had actually –and consciously— set her up with the gorgeous git before her. "T-Thor…" She breathed when he had leaned in to pay mind to her neck, inhaling again as she felt his teeth nibble on the skin below her right ear and idly suck on it. "Can I get my shirt on?" She slightly whined, hands that had risen to his shoulders pushing him away to give her a chance to talk before he continued.

"Dunno why, it won't last long." Thor huffed with some impatience, seeing her face redden enough to where her ears were warm, watching her eyes shut with a soft groan as she complied and his smile returned when she kissed him firmly. He felt her hands bury themselves in his hair as he reciprocated with reignited vigor, hearing her moan his name.

an: so i hope you guys enjoyed the fluff-smut (or whatever you wanna call it) that took place in this chap! also, i regret nothing.

* 'I Love You' by Woodkid feat. Angel Haze *