Disclamer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from Marvel. I do not own any part of Marvel just a fan of the universe and this story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line.
Chapter 4:
Slowly pushing herself out of the deep fog that surrounded her brain Orla fought to open her eyes. She had to focus tremendously hard on the task as her body slowly woke up as well. Her nose was the first thing that turned on and it twitched at the cool minty fresh smell mixed with an underlay of smoke, peppermint and a fire.
Her curiosity was just the drive she needed and she finally managed to open her eyes. For a moment Orla had no idea where she was and she began to panic before the peacefulness of the room hit her. She wasn't tied up on a piece of discarded cardboard in a filthy room instead she was laying in a super comfy large bed. Orla's eyes roamed around the wooden beams in the ceiling and her ears picked up the sound of a subtle cracking sound. She listened harder and as her hearing range increased she heard a semi rhythmic sound that confused her ears. Her eyes roamed around the room more from the ceiling to the walls, Orla saw the brick wall stretching up and recognized it as a fire wall, mantle, and fireplace. Her nose hadn't lied about the fire smoke smell but what about the peppermint smell? Orla turned her head further and spotted the diffuser puffing a steady stream out on the nightstand beside the bed. Peppermint source identified Orla moved her eyes back to the wall on her right with the fireplace and two windows on either side of the brick.
The same rhythmic sound drew Orla's eyes to the window directly across from her and she listened harder to the rhythmic noise but it was also not a constant sound. Wanting to know what it was Orla began to lift herself up. She half expected her body not to respond after all the beatings she took but besides some overall soreness and weakness she felt okay. She did get a sharp tinge in her left bicep and sudden pain in her left shoulder where the burn was located. Orla put it past her for the moment as she slowly slipped out from under the covers of the bed and wobbled over to the window, looking somewhat like a newborn calf learning to walk on wobbly legs. Peering out of the window a building came into view with a rock stepping stone path leading to it. There was a plethora of green grass that held the promise of turning golden any day now and Orla wondered where she was.
Before she could ruminate of her location any further Thor came into view, his arms were piled high with freshly chopped wood. He passed by the window in which Orla ducked to the side so he wouldn't see her and he was out of view before Orla could hear the wood clunking against each other as he stacked it. Orla peered back out the window to try and get another glimpse of him as in the first moment she didn't recognize him. In her memory Thor had long hair but here he was with a short buzz cut, but then again it had been two years since they had seen each other not including the time where Orla was on the verge of passing out.
Orla leaned against the wall and a pain shot down her back from where her shoulder hit the wall she looked down at herself in question. She was wearing scrub pants and a button up scrub top. Her mind raced for an explanation but she stopped short in her worry as her hands travelled to her chest in worry. She found a semi tight tube top around her chest and she questioned it instead of a bra before realizing that the burn was at such a location that she couldn't wear a bra strap until the burn was fully healed. Orla's mind swirled with questions but she couldn't find any and her eyes turned to the bedroom for answers.
Not sure what she was expecting to find Orla was surprised when she spotted her suitcase on a padded bench at the foot of the bed. She steadied herself before walking over to it, only having to grab the bed twice for support as her legs remembered how to walk. Unzipping the bag and opening it Orla found some of her clothes and toiletries from her apartment. Confusion evident on her face she thought where this might have come from but the only thing that came to mind was Thor rescuing her and the much hazier memory of Thor promising to keep her safe and take her away.
A deep blush sprang to Orla's face as Thor's words echoed in her mind. 'I'm taking her...somewhere she'll be safe.' Along with his words echoing in her mind the remembrance of being in his arms hit her and she squirmed at the embarrassment building inside her. Her embarrassment doubled when remembered how disgusting she was when she was rescued. She had spent eight days living in filth with no reprieve of cleanliness. On the subject of cleanliness Orla felt dirty especially after reminiscing of her dirty filthy self at her rescue and she took a look at herself again. The scrubs she was wearing were clean but she could tell that they were not fresh meaning she had been in them for some time. Her hair was in a braid and as she fingered it she could draw no explanation for it. How she was now and how she was in her memory were two very different people and the gaps in between were filled with her confusion.
Pushing past her confusion and obvious blankness of answers Orla gathered up a pair of clean clothes and bathroom items as she headed toward the open doorway hoping it was for a bathroom. It was and she was blown away by the difference from the bedroom to the bathroom. All the hominess of the bedroom was not found in the bathroom but it screamed spa comfort. The entire left side of the bathroom was a huge jet tub that looked big enough for three people, it was big enough that Orla could stretch out and still not touch any of the edges. She turned her attention to the grey ceramic double sink counter with lots of counter space, the sink cabinet was lined with multiple drawers. Her eyes continued to the amazing glass paned shower stall complete with a marble bench tucked into the back wall and matching marble wall with silver faucet and hose attachment. The toilet was situated on the right side of the bathroom beside the marble wall of the shower stall and it had its own little bi fold door for privacy. The bathroom was very modern and new, it gave off a totally different vibe from the bedroom not that it was bad but it just gave Orla a shock from the difference.
Orla had completely undressed before she realized that she probably shouldn't shower, the cut on her bicep which was still wrapped in a clean bandage and she didn't want to risk getting it wet to create a breeding ground for bacteria. It was mostly the burn that worried her, the skin felt tight and taut when she moved her arm up and down. Even with the bandage tapped around her shoulder Orla could tell the burn was still sensitive and healing. Needing to be clean but not wanting to risk anything Orla gave herself a sponge bath to the best of her ability. She forgoed washing her hair as raising her arms to wash her face hurt enough that she knew that there was no way she would be able to wash her own hair.
By the time she had managed to get dressed in a pair of jeans and button up shirt Orla's tummy was rumbling regularly signifying the lack of calories and substance. Her clothes hung off of her frame awkwardly from her lack of nourishment. Once she had food her body would store all the fat giving her back a normal looking body but right now her rib cage was shrunken in.
Making her way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom she apprehensively and slowly opened the door there. Peering her head out into the hallway of wood she heard whistling coming from another section of the house. Hesitantly tiptoeing past two doors and a stairwell on her left; one door on her right along with another tri folding door Orla made it through the hallway and into the living room area where the house opened up into an open floor plan concept. A full living room was to her right with another fireplace, the dining room and the ¾ kitchenette were on the left. Orla moved closer to the living room side as her eyes slid around the room, soaking in the feel of the home. It was peaceful and drew her in making her want to cuddle into the couch with a good book and stay there the rest of the day. The all-around feel of the home was very homey feeling and Orla feel in love with it immediately.
Thor leaned against the wood post beside the fridge and watched as Orla surveyed the living room. Although there was no fire in the fireplace she took her time looking over what he assumed was every stone in the hand built fireplace. He remained silent as his eyes drank in the sight of her, he was so happy to finally see her awake and moving around. For the past two days after he took her from the hospital she had remained asleep as the comatose drugs were still in her system. Thor had watched over her and waited as patiently as he could for her to awake but now that she was awake he didn't want to scare her. So he waited and watched as her shy steps grew bolder as her comfort level grew.
Not wanting her to turn around and see him watching her Thor cleared his throat softly. Orla jumped slightly and visibly tensed as she turned around to face him. "Good to see you finally awake and up." Thor tried not to stare openly at her as her big eyes filled with questions watched him. "Are you hungry? I've got lunch on the stove right now."
Orla nodded mutely as Thor led her to the big wooden table and she slid into a chair as he turned into the kitchen to ladle up a bowl of soup for the two of them before joining her at the table. He slid an earthenware bowl in front of her with a spoon already dipped into the bowl. Thor took the chair and the head of the table and Orla noticed that he placed himself between her and the door. It wasn't done in a threatening manner and Orla wasn't frightened by him but she still noticed. Her mind was distracted from those thoughts as she tried not to stare of Thor, besides his short hair he had a new scar running from his hairline to his cheek and his right eye was brown. His eyes had always been blue but with this new development Orla had to remind herself that it had been two years and both of them had changed in that time. She couldn't depend on her memory of what Thor looked like any more than she could for who she was two years ago.
Orla didn't think any more on his actions and her staring as she turned her attention to the soup and blew on the hot soup before sipping the soup from the spoon. It was a tad too hot but that didn't stop her hunger from kicking in full force and she had to tamp down her starvation to not devour everything in sight.
Thor had a mischievous knowing twinkle in his eyes as she watched her covertly. He had seen her wide eyed look when she first noticed his scar and eyes but she immediately adjusted to it and for that he appreciated her even more. But Thor's eyes twinkled with mischief as he knew she had to be starving; after her abduction and torture Thor knew that she hadn't been feed while being drained of her blood and other bodily fluids and since she was placed in a drug induced coma to help her body heal she had been placed on an intravenous feeding line. So in reality she had gone more than three weeks without a real calorie intake. But all he had to offer her was this soup and bread that the neighbors had given him yesterday night.
"Thor...this is good soup, is there more?" Orla's quiet voice was hoarse from lack of use but she was famished.
"There is another portion left, I'll get it for you." Thor stood with her bowl. He returned with her bowl within a minute and more bread.
"Did you cook this?" Orla asked while she stirred the soup and blew on it to cool it before testing the temperature.
"I don't know how to cook," Thor admitted, "the neighbors brought it yesterday night as a way to introduce themselves to me." He left the thought hanging there as he pondered how he should ask Orla without sounding sexist. "Do you know how to cook?"
Orla's eyes twinkled as she looked up at him, "Yes I do."
"Do you think you can start cooking?"
"Yes Thor I will." Orla's eyes twinkled as she understood the difficulty of asking her something that was generally considered a woman's job. "I will happily cook for us besides I don't like going hungry any more than anyone else."
Thor tried not to release the breath he had been holding, "Phew good. I've been surviving off of protein bars since we got here."
The question was being dodged around and Orla could feel it. "Thor, where exactly are we?"
Thor didn't answer her question but he knew that she was going to ask it soon. He had hoped to make her more accustomed before dropping the 'This is where you live now and can't leave for your safety and my sanity' bomb on her. He had planned and worked everything out so that she would be safe here. Steve and Misty had really helped to destroy all traces of Orla Glenn from SHIELD's databases and set up her living here. She had basically been pulled off the grid without her consent but Thor was adamant that she be so for her safety. Thor hadn't stopped his planning in consideration of Orla's feelings once she awoke but very sincerely hoped that she would understand the challenges that she would face if she went back out into the world. Only a few of the Avengers knew who Orla was and even less knew where she was. The pause was growing long and Orla's suspicions grew but Thor dodged her question with another one. "How are you feeling?"
Orla didn't like that he wouldn't answer her question but she felt his concern for her health and wellbeing emanating off of him in thick waves. "Still a little weak but okay."
"Okay enough for a small tour?" Thor was putting the dishes in the sink before turning to a cupboard and pulling out a large handful full of protein bars. He handed them to Orla before heading to the door to his left. Orla had missed it when she had first looked around and as she looked closer she saw that the door was down a step. On either side of the door there was hall tree with a bench beside the door and it held jackets and coats on the hooks. There were cubbies under the bench which contained a few pairs of shoes and boots. Cubbies were built into the top that held a pile of mittens, gloves, hats, and scarves.
Her interest was piqued and she followed Thor to the kitchen door where he stepped down into the mini mudroom and began to put on a pair of sturdy boots. Orla shoved the half eaten protein bar the rest of the way in her mouth, not realizing that she had started to eat one but her hunger drove her actions. She put the rest of the bars into her pockets as she looked down at her tennis shoes there and she looked at them questioningly not knowing how they got there but she followed Thor's lead putting on shoes.
"We will have to get you some sturdier boots," Thor commented as he pushed open the door and screen door combo. It lead to a porch that stretched the length of the home and was wide enough that three people could stand side by side and still have enough room for someone to pass by.
Orla's curiosity was doubled as Thor reached back into the hall tree to pull two jackets off the hooks, a lightweight one for him and a slightly heavier duty one for her. Once she was dressed to his satisfaction and munching on her second protein bar he allowed her to step out onto the porch. There on the right hand side was a box with wood stacked all the way to the top of the porch. Orla leaned out and spotted similar boxes almost all the way down the house. There were gaps around the windows of the bedroom at the far end of the porch.
At Orla's question filled face at so many wood boxes Thor chuckled, "Snowy winters. The wood is for the fireplaces. We don't want to freeze."
The way he said it made it sound like he was staying here with her and she was beginning to suspect that she was going to have to stay here as well. If Thor asked her if she wanted to stay she would but she would like her opinion to be heard before she was forced into anything.
Orla looked out at the rock path leading to the little wooden building 100 feet away. The rest of the area was filled with grass that was still green but had the tinting's and hinting's of changing soon.
Thor watched her as she looked out toward the sauna but her eyes continued to move around and he hoped that she liked everything that she saw. Her eyes slid to him in the next moment and after a pause of staring at each other with Orla waiting and Thor just taking in the sight of her grey blue eyes framed by a piece of loose hair Thor snapped out of it and announced.
"Welcome to Norway Orla." Thor announced as he waved his arm in a wide circle in front of them.
"Norway?" Orla stopped herself from choking. She was surprised to be sure but she had already fallen in love with the country. It was slightly reminiscent of her grandparents little farm outside of Londonderry Derry in Northern Ireland. A major difference she had already spotted was the peaks rising in the distance and some that were closer at hand instead of the rolling hills that she had come to love while taking care of her grandparents. Also there was a colder bite to the air which caused a shiver to run down Orla's body.
Thor saw the shiver at the hit of cold wind that sprung up from the south, the ocean was that way and the burst of wind must have travelled through the small canyon pass that lead to the house. It was a good mile or so walk to the cliff's edge and the ocean but Thor didn't want to mention that right now.
Orla felt Thor's mood suddenly slip, it felt dark but it was only there for a moment before his previous mood was back. With his previous mood back she felt his concern at her health and she decided to put him at ease. She stepped down the porch steps and onto the first of the rock stepping stones leading towards the sauna. She turned and waited for him hoping he would catch her meaning.
Thor didn't miss her cue as she waited for him to continue with the tour of the property. "That is the sauna right there," Thor gestured down the path to the building. But he didn't lead Orla there instead he continued following the second path that Orla had missed when she first looked out the window. It lead to where Thor had been chopping wood all morning in his angst waiting for her to wake up.
As they walked Thor explained the layout of the land to Orla while she continued to eat the protein bars he had given her in the house. "Behind the house is the garden and beyond that are the fruit trees along with fruit bushes." The garden was a decently sized rectangle that was covered with weeds. The fruit trees and bushes had been picked clean but Orla wondered about the garden plot. Why was everything else farm ready but this was left to fill with weeds?
Thor kept walking as they followed what seemed like a well-worn path and they ended on the other side of the house. An external building was attached to the right side of the house and Thor explained that the garage was a new addition. From what he said about winters Orla understood why. They walked all the way around the house and from the side of the carport Orla could see the porch extended all the way to the front of the house too.
"Do you like Toyota's?" Thor asked as they looked into the carport and Orla saw the new SUV parked there.
Orla hesitated only a moment, "Yes." She wondered at Thor's strange question, why did he want her opinion on these things? She had a strange sensation crawl up her spine, it was as if he was trying to give her things to like so she would like the home more.
Thor led her down the gravel driveway towards the two story barn. The road connected with the barn through a bridge onto the second level and Thor opened the door on freshly oiled wheels.
Orla was hit with the smells of farm animals and at second sniff she inhaled deeply once again reminding her of her grandparent's farm. Thor was closing the door as Orla looked around at the half stocked hay on the top level and she found the stairs to the bottom level. She left him there as she started down the stairs in excitement.
"Orla?" Thor questioned, his heart jumping to his throat at her sudden disappearance. He didn't know how she felt about farm animals and regretted not asking her before bringing her to the barn.
"I'm down here," Orla called to him as she peered down the stalls of the bottom level of the barn. The barn smelt musty from age but Orla could see work had been done on a lot of this area. It was clean, for a barn, but it spoke of work.
When Thor reached the bottom level he was greeted with the sight of Orla scratching the milk cows forelock and talking to the calf hiding behind its mother. Her file had mentioned living on her grandparent's farm but Thor didn't know how much of a farm it was. Apparently it was enough of a farm that she was comfortable in a barn and around the cow.
"This is Dis," Thor explained as he leaned back against a post to watch her. "The calf doesn't have a name yet."
"Well we'll have to change that." Orla giggled as Dis licked her hand with a long wet slimy tongue.
Thor loved the sound and relished it. He didn't realize Orla had left the cow and was walking down the aisle of the barn to peer into more of the stalls.
"Who is this big fella?" Orla asked and Thor opened his eyes at the sound of her voice further away then he anticipated. She was at the Dolehest's stall.
"Marshell," Thor replied and the big horse nickered at him at hearing his name.
"He's gorgeous," Orla reached out and he sniffed her open palm. "What breed is he?"
"A Dolehest also known as a Norwegian Trotter or Dole Trotter." Thor explained. "He is on average size and can be used for both riding and farm work. Do you know how to ride?"
"It's been a while but I'm okay at riding." Orla explained herself to Thor's question. "My grandparents had a mixed Irish Sport horse and American Quarter horse but she was old, cranky, and round."
Thor snorted at Orla's reply and he easily imagined her astride the grouchy old plump horse. He watched as Orla petted Marshell's nose before moving on. "The two sheep are Be and Te." He only shrugged at their names when Orla turned to him with a questioning look. "I don't know." He followed Orla through the barn till she stopped at a wire caged door, "Chickens...about half dozen."
"Ah," Orla said as she surveyed the coop inside the barn. "Do they go outside?"
"There is a chicken sized door on the outside to let them out but I didn't let them out today." At Orla's questioning face he blushed slightly and explained, "They don't like me the little peckers…"
Orla smiled and looked back at the naughty chickens who had apparently felt threatened by the large man trying to steal their eggs.
"So….do you know how to take care of all…?" He let his sentence die off as Orla turned back to face him, her face unreadable.
"Most, grandpa didn't have sheep by the time I got there to help out. But the rest I'll need a refresher before I start taking care of them." Orla's suspicions rose. Was she here to cook and take care of the farm? She changed her mood immediately, "I love animals, my healing powers don't work on them nor does my emotions sense so I can pet them all day long and..." Her breath caught in her throat as she realized she just told Thor her secret about her healing powers. She had felt so comfortable around Thor that she didn't think before she spoke and Orla froze as her eyes darted to Thor's face.
He stood beside her and gave her a kind smile, "It's okay Orla, I know." He paused as he thought over her sentence. "Emotion sense?"
It took Orla a moment to respond as she was trying to wrap her head around him already knowing about her powers. She answered while still wondering how he knew, "Empathy, I can sense others emotions and force whatever emotion I want them to feel on them. Of course it is stronger with touch but I did use it a lot to keep people calm a while ago." Orla's voice trailed off.
Thor nodded his understanding, Thanos's finger snap. "Your file didn't say anything about being an empath."
"My file?" Orla's head snapped up.
"Ah right, after we rescued you Misty gave me your SHIELD file to read so I could understand why you were taken." He felt a little embarrassment about knowing so much about her now. "Only Steve and Natasha know about your powers," he added quickly, "and all of your files have been destroyed to keep you safe."
Orla nodded her head in understanding and the silence between them was broken when Marshell neighed loudly, breaking the moment that was happening.
"Alright I guess I'll feed you buddy." Thor chuckled as he grabbed the pitchfork and began to fork some hay into Marshell's bin. "The neighbors have been feeding, milking, and gathering since…" Thor cut his explanation very short and his voice trailed off before he finished that sentence.
Orla didn't miss it and she studied him as his expression turned somber and she was hit with a whopper dose of sadness.
Thor turned away from her and started down the aisle of the barn, "The cow gets three forkfuls as the calf is starting to eat hay too but is still milking. Sheep get two total, Marshell gets two, and chickens have a feed bucket but you'll have to check it regularly along with their water bucket. I'll take care of the water since you shouldn't be lifting buckets with your injuries." Thor dove into the feeding instructions to distract himself and Orla from the previous moment. "They get feed twice daily, once in the morning and once at dusk. Water only once daily or as needed."
Orla listened to Thor as he shoveled hay into each of the stalls. She could sense his sadness and guilt as he pushed it down deep. She didn't know what to do with him, he seemed so determined to do everything by himself that Orla just stood there and watched him. In that moment her heart reached out to him and she wished she could soothe the sadness and guilt he was feeling away but his words pulled her from her wishing.
"The neighbors have been a great help so far and have offered to teach us whatever we need to learn. So that's basically everything concerning the farm animals from me," Thor chuckled roughly as he finished the feeding and lead Orla outside.
Orla didn't have a chance to ask about the neighbors as Thor continued. "This property was theirs before it was bought by an American couple who were looking to retire up here I think, but they sold it after a while. They renovated the house and did a lot of work but from what the neighbors have said they couldn't adjust to the cold wet winters or the summer midnight sun seasons."
Orla looked down the road as her emotional outreach power sensed two new presences approaching. She reached out and grabbed Thor's jacket sleeve to alert him as Orla eyed the couple approaching arm in arm.
"God dag nabo," the older gentleman called out to Thor and Orla.
Orla blinked long and hard and hearing the unfamiliar words, she almost jumped at Thor's response.
"God day bestefar Morten, hvordan har du det?"
Orla stood by mute as Thor conversed with the older gentleman that Orla had picked up was named Morten. She had also deduced that since they were in Norway they were probably speaking Norwegian which she did not know so instead Orla turned to her emotional sensing powers and tried to get a read on the couple. They were reserved but she could feel an underlying excitement directed at her, they were excited to meet her.
Thor cut into Orla's ruminating, "Grandpa Morten and Grandma Heidi have invited us over for dinner tonight at their farmhouse down the lane there." He nodded with his head slightly, "Do you want to attend?"
Orla felt a little tired and weak but she could feel their excitement at meeting her. "I'm okay, we should go."
Thor smiled at her then turned his attention to Morten and Heidi to let them know. A few more words were exchanged before they all started out and Orla was looking around at the scenery. It was a cool afternoon day with overcast cloudy skies but besides the bite of fall weather hanging around it was a pleasant afternoon. Most of the plants were starting to change from summer to fall in their colors and prepping for fall then winter was beginning.
"It's a good two mile walk to Morten's farm down this lane," Thor explained as he eyed Morten and Heidi walking arm in arm wishing he could hold Orla close like that. He had already admitted his feelings to himself that Orla was special and dear to him. But he didn't want to scare her away with his feelings when they were just barely getting the chance to get to know one another. Thor was feeling great that Orla was finally awake and seemingly healed fine besides the cut and burn that were taking longer. It was her half Asgardian blood and Steve's blood donation that helped speed through the healing process. A great desire to touch Orla grew within him and he began to think of a way around it, maybe if he could take her hand as say he was worried about her walking so far but he was snapped out of those thoughts when Orla spoke up.
"Do they know any English?" Orla asked quietly, not wanting to offend them if they did.
Thor chuckled lightly at her shyness appearing again, "No they don't. Their children and grandchildren are more modern and have learned English at school. One of their daughters lives with them now and Henrik, their son, owns a farm a few miles away from them so they are close, you'll meet them sometime I'm sure."
"Are they the ones who you bought the farm from?" Orla asked as she peered down the lane. Dim sunlight was trying to peek through the row of trees on the right side of the road as it curved around the down slope of the mountain on Thor's left.
Thor's paused in his answer, "No." He desperately wished to avoid this subject that Orla was bringing up but he had been dodging around it for a better part of the morning.
Orla sensed the shift in Thor's emotions sharply. She could feel hurt, sadness, guilt, and avoidance in him as they walked. She was very unsure if she should ask him more or just let it drop for now.
Thor spoke up before Orla could decide, "I got it from the person who bought it from the Americans."
"Oh, okay then." Orla watched the side of Thor's face from her short height. He obviously was trying not to tell her something and it made her want to find out. She sensed conflict in him and couldn't bear to see him suffer. "-"
"Var her," Grandpa Morten announced pulling Thor and Orla from their conversation. While they had been talking they didn't realize that they were almost to Morten's farm. Sprawling acres of fields filled with hay and grass pastures for animals spread out across the land in front of Orla. "Vi vil fortsette arrangementet som faren din har satt opp med oss."
Thor nodded his head as both Orla and Grandma Heidi stood by silently before they started back their walk towards the farmhouse. "Henrik, Grandpa Morten's son, will deliver hay for our animals according to the previous deal my father set up with them."
"You father...Odin?" Orla was stunned, her eyes searched Thor's intimately as he immediately realized he said it without thinking.
Now he had to explain, "Yes. He bought the house and property from the Americans, he lived here before passing." Thor didn't want Orla to press it any further as guilt boiled up inside him.
Orla reached up and took Thor's hand at feeling his guilt building inside him. As soon as she touched his hand she bit down on her lip to keep her gasp contained. He had more guilt and sadness than she thought and he was fighting it. "I'm sorry, I know it's hard to talk about it." Her grandparents and mother flashed through her mind quickly.
Thor stood frozen with Orla clenching his hand as a mix of feelings built up inside of him. The feeling of losing everyone you love was mutual between them as they both understood it much too well. At her caring gesture Thor's desire and lust grew out of his control and it smacked into Orla strongly.
Her gasp was lost as Grandpa Morten called out to them. "Velkommen til vart hjem."
Thor saw her widened eyed expression as he side stepped around her thus breaking their hand contact as he began toward the house. Judging from her reaction Thor guessed that she'd never felt that strong of desire from someone else. It confused him, why hadn't she ever felt that before, she was an adult. At that thought Thor felt conflicted by his desire hitting her, he was happy that there wasn't someone else but also worry that he'd scared her. His desire was not just physical attraction but respect and a desire to know more about her along with his burning desire to keep her safe and protected. It was a whole slew of emotions that smacked Orla square in the face and she had gotten a double whopper of it because she had been holding Thor's hand.
The fiercest need to protect her through Orla's veins that momentarily rooted her in place. There was something else in Thor's emotions that clung inside Orla and began to unfurl deep in her stomach. Heat rushed through her body at his lust and desire for her and it froze Orla in place as she tried to decipher the feeling. She had to fight to separate her feelings about Thor from his clinging to her but Orla already knew the answer from two years ago, she liked him. He was kind to her and cared about her and now being faced with his desire for her Orla was frozen by it.
Author's Notes: All Norwegian is thanks of Google translate so if anything is terribly wrong I sincerely apologize. Orla is safe but that also means Thor pulled some major strings to get her 'off the grid'. What do you think of Thor snatching her away and hiding her away in Norway?
I didn't make it to the end of this story this month but didn't really do it for NaNoWriMo completion or anything, just a challenge to myself but that's hard to do when I was done for three days with eye surgery and then Thanksgiving weekend with no electronics. Yeah…but I will continue to post until this story is done.
Good things to come so please continue reading if you like the story and thank for your support. Rate and Review if you'd like. Thanks!