Disclaimer: 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 5:

Thor was shaking Hendrik's hand when Orla finally turned around to greet the mob of Grandpa Morten and Grandma Heidi's children. Word had gotten around that Odin's son Thor had claimed his father's home after his father passed away. They were even more curious of the newcomer when the rumors started about him bringing an unconscious woman to the rural farm far away from people. Half of the family was laughing about the appropriately named family, Odin and his son Thor, and the other half of the family had their great suspicions that Thor had stolen this female from somewhere and brought her against her will.

It was a flurry of activity as everyone was vying for a chance to be introduced to the couple as they were the center of attention. Orla barely had time to be introduced to everyone before they were ushered inside to the kitchen table and food was served. She could feel multiple pairs of eyes on her as Thor kept pushing more food in her direction. By the time dinner was over Orla was sure that she had put on at least thirty pounds but she wasn't hungry anymore.

When Orla returned from the bathroom half of the family was outside enjoying the sunset as the kids played some yard games and some of the adults had pulled out a guitar and was strumming some notes. Thor noticed her right away and almost burst with joy at seeing her filled out. All the food he pushed on her at dinner was reflected on her body, she looked positively radiant and healthy. He was about to walk up to her and take her hands when Grandpa Morten and Henrik caught his attention by waving him over to their little circle.

Thor shot Orla an apologetic look as Grandpa Morten and son Henrik pulled Thor aside to discuss some matters leaving Orla standing there by herself awkwardly. She wasn't alone for long as Irene, Morten's and Heidi's youngest daughter swooped in. Orla was pulled into Irene and her cousins, Anita, conversation. At first they were talking about children as Anita's oldest was hitting those terrible preteen years. The two jabbered away while Orla sipped on a tea. She had to fight for a tea when everyone kept trying to give her a beer but once she explained that she had an injury and didn't want to slow it's healing process they didn't try to give her any more beer.

Thor kept glancing at Orla to make sure she was doing okay, she seemed okay if not a little bit awkward. He sipped at the beer that had been handed out and noticed immediately that Orla refused any alcohol. He turned back to his conversation with Morten and Henrik, they were still discussing preparations for the coming winter. It was something that Thor should be listening to but he was a little worried about Orla. Focusing on running the farm would help Orla in the long run so Thor turned his attention to the hay delivery schedule for winter that Henrik was talking about.

"So Orla?" Anita nudged her arm, "You and Thor just moved into the ocean farm."

"Ocean farm?"

"Yeah it doesn't have any good areas for farming or planting because it is too close to the ocean."

Orla wondered why Thor didn't tell her about the ocean as Anita continued.

"It is only like a two mile walk to the cliff's edge and back to your house. All the good grazing is found in the southern canyon."

Irene saw Orla's discomfort and jumped into the conversation. "Well you are still new to the area and haven't had time to explore yet. A farm is a lot of work."

Orla nodded at that, "It is. I lived on a farm with my grandparents for four years."

"It's good that you have some experience, it'll help." Irene smiled softly at Orla who she was beginning to suspect was very shy around new people. She had seen Thor looking over at Orla, checking on her. "Why did you live with your grandparents for four years?"

"When I had graduated high school I went to visit them and found out they were sick so I stayed with them until they passed away."

An awkward silence settled on the group as they processed Orla's words. Thinking of loved ones that had passed away brought up fresher deaths and hurts.

Anita was the first one to bring it up, "Did you see the news release from Africa?"

"The alien invasion? Yes, that was all we could watch for days."

Orla was waiting to interject but the two kept talking rapidly about the news release from a small country called Wakanda and the alien invasion that happened there. It had been determined that that was the root cause of the vanishing-into-ash phenomenon but there was still no real explanation. Orla stared down Thor across the lawn but he didn't catch her eye as he drank with a group of men from the family. The more she listened the more it sounded like Thor would have answers. Her attention was pulled away from Thor when Irene started crying.

"I lost my husband," she sobbed.

Orla didn't hesitate, she placed her hand on Irene's shoulder and pulled the raw grief from her. She was hit with the raw power of pure grief and the only thing she could do was to try and help Irene fight through her grief. Orla never said anything when these situations came up but did her best to help those through those difficult emotions.

Anita was silent as she watched Orla, "I am sorry for your loss, my cousin was a good man."

"He was the best," Irene sobbed harder, "I know I should be grateful but sometimes I wish I would have vanished too so I wouldn't have to suffer."

"And leave your parents and family?" Anita snapped then took a deep breath at her cousin in law's secret confession. "Even with all your loss you should be grateful for what you have left."

As the women stood in a tight circle one of the cousins in the family who had had two too many beers left the men's circle and stumbled over to the newest and pretty darn hot woman. He had his sights set on Orla and he was going to give it his best shot to convince her to go for a long walk back to his place. His eyes focused on the feminine curves of her butt as he slowly stumbled and walked up behind her.

"Heeeey theeeereee girl," His words were slurred as he clamped his hand not holding his beer onto her left shoulder.

Orla bit back her scream of pain as he basically slapped the burn on her shoulder. "Excuse me," Orla tried to pull away to from him but he was leaning heavily against her and as she moved away he tripped causing the beer in his hand to splash across the back of Orla's head and neck.

The two of them were tumbling to the ground in a tangle but before Orla could hit the grass Thor had his arm around her waist and was righting her. She felt his anger rise in him and she pushed a calm control into him as his arm remained clamped around her waist.

"Oh are you two alright?"

"Darn fool, he's drunk again."

"No thank you I'm fine," Orla winced as pain shot through her shoulder to her spine and down her legs. Thank goodness Thor was still holding her up or else she might have dropped to the ground. "Just got the beer on me."

"Come inside and change your shirt."

"I think we should be going," Thor interjected as he eyed the blackening sky. "Those clouds look darker than earlier." He had felt Orla wince from the numbing pain that weakened her legs and he supported her body with his.

"Yes it'll rain but let me get you in a clean shirt before you leave." Irene took charge of Orla as the rest of the men in the family started to haul off the drunk cousin. Orla disengaged herself from Thor and followed Irene silently into the house as her mind swirled with how she was going to change and not let Irene see the bandages. The horrors that had been inflicted on her body had a very real reminder from the marks that they left and Orla didn't want anyone to see them.

Orla's jacket, shirt, and hair were soaking wet from the full pint of beer that Irene's cousin had spilled on her. She managed to peel herself out of the jacket and shirt without injuring herself more but she didn't have a chance to look at the bandages as Irene saw her bicep bandage.

"Oh dear, you are injured." Irene looked sheepish, "I thought you just didn't like beer."

"I don't," Orla replied as she quickly slid on the borrowed button up shirt from Irene.

"Does it hurt?" Irene asked as she dug through a pile of unused jackets.

"It's still healing and getting better, thank you." Orla replied as Irene handed her the jacket.

Irene could tell Orla didn't want to talk about her injury and so far she had decided that whatever happened to Orla when the vanishing ash phenomenon had been bad. But Orla had Thor and it seemed like the two of them were still in the 'dating' phase of a relationship so either out of necessity or convenience Irene assumed that's why they were together.

"Thank you for the shirt and jacket but we need to get going now." Orla stood with Thor on the lawn in front of the house and her voice pulled Irene out of her thoughts of the new couple.

"Please come by the house anytime!" Irene and the family waved as Thor and Orla began the two mile walk back to their house.

They were silent on the walk back and Orla felt almost like she had to jog to keep up with Thor's fast paced walk. She didn't have to worry about it much longer because as soon as they were out of visible distance from the farmhouse Thor stopped so suddenly that Orla had to skid to a stop.

"Thor? Is everything alright?" Orla peered down the dark road for any signs of danger. Dusk had already passed and night was steadily creeping down upon the land.

"No offense but you are too slow." Thor admitted as he bent at his waist and in one fluid motion swept Orla off her feet. "This will be faster," was all he said as he took off at a full run down the road causing Orla to shriek at the suddenness of it.

Orla felt completely useless as she watched the trees zip by at Thor's speed. The wind hitting her made her shiver even more because her hair was wet and smelt like alcohol. She didn't have to worry too long though because at Thor's speed they soon arrived at their house just as a heavy rain began.

The house was dark, night was full on them with the rain pounding down as they entered the dark home. Thor flipped on a lamp in the living room before setting Orla down in the entryway. She struggled to slip out of her shoes as Thor pulled off his coat and threw it over the edge of the loveseat to his right.

"Go start the shower so the water can warm up." Thor commanded but his voice was soft as he checked the lock on the door and began pulling off his boots.

Had he seen her shivering Orla wondered as she fumbled with the zipper at the top of her jacket but her hands were like two frozen chunks. "Thhhoorrr." Her jaw trembled as she tried to grip the tiny metal zipper.

"Shower." Thor said as he yanked down Orla's zipper. The jacket sprung open at being freed and Thor manually turned her around to face the hallway. "Now."

Orla shuffled down the hallway as her arms wrapped around her, she felt super cold now that she wasn't in Thor's arms. A blush warmed her cheeks as that thought hit her and she zipped straight into the bathroom without thinking to grab a fresh change of clothes as Thor entered the bedroom right behind her.

He immediately went to the fireplace to start stacking logs and kindling as Orla shut the bathroom door. In a few moments he heard the water turn on and he turned his attention back to the fireplace to get a fire going. The temperature had dropped significantly once the sun had gone down and the rain didn't help any. Thor had felt Orla shivering against his chest as he had run the two miles home and seeing her struggle with the zipper on her jacket had tugged at his heart. She had looked like a little hamster shivering and paralyzed with cold igniting another heavy dose of wanting to protect Orla inside of him. He chuckled to himself as the fire started up and he looked at the bathroom door. Sighing he stoked the fire and savored its warmness before standing, his footsteps were quiet as he walked to the door and heard Orla's soft "Ow."

Orla flushed the toilet and closed the bi folding door as she chucked her pants with underwear towards the sink. Her hands were still cold but she had some use out of them, more than a few minutes ago but her fingers still struggled with the buttons on the shirt. She had finally struggled out of the shirt and had the tube top over her head when she overextended the tight skin of the burn on her shoulder. "Ow." Her shoulder ached painfully at the movement and she tossed her top towards her pants as the bathroom door opened and Thor walked straight into the bathroom.

Orla shrieked, she couldn't help it. "Thor! What are you are doing?" She flipped around so her back was facing him as her arms covered her chest.

"I'll clean your wounds for you and wash your hair." He moved around her and she inched toward the shower stall as he opened a cupboard to pull out two more towels.

Orla's mouth was opening and closing, gaping like a fish out of water as she eyed Thor's movements via the mirror. She was stumbling for words but none came out she was so shocked at his sudden intrusion into the bathroom.

Thor could see her self-consciousness as she tried to hide herself from him. Biting back a sigh he spoke to help her overcome her embarrassment. "Who do you think has been cleaning your burn and cut prior?"

Orla gulped and with a wavering voice answered, "You have?"

Thor nodded as he pulled out a fresh roll of gauze, burn ointment, and antibacterial cream for her injuries. "Just for the past two days since I took you from the hospital." Talking about these to her seemed to help her overcome some of her embarrassment so Thor continued. "Okay let me get the gauze off." He stepped up behind her and she tensed as his warm fingers began to pull the gauze tape off of her shoulder. She only resisted his light administrations when he had to manually take her left arm so he could unwind the gauze from her bicep.

Thor had to focus on the task of unwinding the gauze from her arm as he could very easily look down at her and see over her shoulder to her breasts that she was desperately trying to squish into herself to hide them. He released her arm and she stepped forward to put space in between them but he still had to unwind her braid. He let it be and directed her into she shower.

Orla slipped behind the glass and tested the water as she could feel Thor's presence in the bathroom behind her. There was a solid, albeit see through, wall between them so Orla felt comfortable enough to let go of herself and start unwinding her hair from it's braid with her uninjured arm. She was just beginning to ruffle her wet alcohol hair after it had been freed from the braid when Thor stepped into the shower behind her.

Before she could scream Thor took charge, "Calm down, kneel down on the floor, facing me please." He reached behind her for the hose and doused his hand in it to test the temperature.

Orla shrank but followed Thor's direction as he knelt behind her and waited for her to do the same. She flinched at the first touch of his hand as he finished unwinding the rest of her braid. He directed the spray from the hose over her head as he cupped his hand to keep water from splashing onto her shoulder. After a few douses to get her hair rinsed of alcohol and wet enough he began to lather her head with shampoo. His fingers were gentle as he scrubbed her scalp and Orla began to feel herself relaxing slowly.

"After we rescued you we kept you in an induced coma," Thor explained what happened after her rescue, hearing him talk seemed to help her not be so nervous so he continued on as he washed her hair. "Steve donated blood, basically saving your life. Close your eyes I'm going to wash the shampoo out now."

Orla obeyed as she remained in a hunched over kneel so Thor could continue washing her hair. She had noticed that he had a hand towel over his thighs and she was grateful that he had thought of her sensitivities but she could still see the rest of Thor's naked body as those abs were blowing her mind.

"Conditioner now."

She heard the bottle squirt a moment before Thor began to work the conditioner into her hair and he continued talking. "One of the guys escaped when we rescued you and he snuck into the hospital to try and smother you, the accomplish who helped him escaped and is on the loose so you are still in danger." Thor's anger and fear zapped into Orla through the direct contact as he had his hands on her head. She tensed suddenly and remained frozen and Thor began to worry as he brushed aside his anger.

Orla couldn't fight the sudden paralyzing fear that shot through her at the thought of the Hydra members still hunting for her. Her mind flashbacked through all the terrible abuses they heaped on her in her eight day hostage period. Thor's anger and fear hit her and left suddenly as he brushed past it quickly. But having the zap of Thor's emotions was enough to shock her out of the fear freezing her veins.

Thor paused at feeling an unknown fear creep into him before it started to melt away. "SHIELD withdrew you from school and closed your apartment after packing it up. Morten has phone, mail, and very slow internet but you are welcome to go over anytime to use their services. Morten will get mail for us until we can get a mailbox installed up here but it might take some time." Thor started to ramble off information as he rinsed Orla's hair and began to braid it in two plaits.

Orla waited as Thor braided her hair quickly and expertly, he had been the one who had been braiding Orla's hair. She waited as Thor finished quickly and draped them next to her neck. He was finally finished, now he would leave and she could shower in peace.

"Turn around and I'll scrub your back for you." Thor continued taking care of Orla as he had no intention of allowing her to try and wash her own back and risk her pulling open either one of her two wounds.

Orla had difficulty turning around without flashing Thor but she managed and when her back faced him she felt him move closer. His knees brushed up against the pads of her feet as he leaned forward to inspect the burn closely. She squirmed from his gaze and the feel of his fingers on her shoulder next to the burn.

"Hold still so I can clean it without hurting you."

"But…" Orla fell silent, she didn't think Thor would understand her insecurities that the burn created in her.

He heard the waiver in her voice, "But?" Thinking he had hurt her he stopped but she continued to squirm.

"It's ugly…" She whispered as she wished she could curl into a ball and disappear.

Thor didn't miss a beat and he went back to cleaning the burn, "I don't find it ugly, I find the circumstances on how it came to be on you ugly. You survived and this mark will make you stronger, it adds character." After a pause he continued, "I'll always be here and never let it happen to you again. I promise that it'll never happen again."

Orla nodded in understanding but remained silent as Thor finished cleaning the burn and moved on to checking the healing cut on her bicep. Thor remained quiet as well as he handled her body and she let him. He had free reign to move her arms to clean and wash over the cut on her bicep. His gentle touch grew even gentler when he neared the burn that she was so self-conscious of but he slowed his light scrubbing. His careful gaze drew closer as he checked on the burn that dominated the entirety of her left shoulder blade.

Orla could feel his breath fanning out over her back and she jumped when his finger gently felt her burn. It didn't hurt her but surprised her and her surprise reflected back into Thor.

A sly smile formed on Thor's face as his finger left her burn and travelled to the nape of her neck. Running one lone finger down her spine Thor watched her reactions very carefully and waited. Of course Orla jumped at first but a shiver overruled her jump as the shiver rolled down her spine following Thor's finger. An odd sensation hit Thor and he realized that it was Orla's emotion that she unknowingly pushed into him. Before he could stop it his desire flowed through him and he felt Orla tense as she received it as well.

Confusion marred Orla's face at the new sensations in her. The shiver at Thor's finger on her spine had started it but then it had turned into something else. It felt like a tightening in her lower back and low abdomen with a warm pulsation between her thighs. Orla was completely caught off guard by the sexual desire stirring in her body and Thor's added on top of it.

Thor felt Orla's response and her confusion at both his desire and the beginning of her arousal. He also felt her confusion and sensed her hesitation as she tensed up slightly. Thor took a deep breath to calm himself down as he dunked the bath pouf in the stream of water, lathered it up before and applied it to Orla's mid back. But as she arched her back into his scrubbing ministrations Thor felt his desire for her grow even more.

Orla was enjoying the feel of Thor washing her back and she had long stopped squishing her chest into herself in an effort to conceal herself from Thor. She arched her back in as the pouf Thor was using dipped down to her buttocks. Her shoulders were thrown backwards and her head was tilted to the side as a sigh slipped out at Thor's ministrations.

Taking a giant leap of chance and his heart leaping into his throat Thor leaned forward onto the right side of Orla's back. His hands slipped around her waist as he started scrubbing her thighs.

Orla tensed immediately at feeling Thor envelop her in a semi hug like embrace as he continued to scrub her body. His chest was pressed into Orla's back as his legs extended out around her legs and his arms encircled her waist. His warmth started to creep into her chilled body and her muscles relaxed into his hard body from the heat his body was generating.

Thor felt her body tense then relax as he focused on maintaining a pure line of thought as he leaned into her and she semi relaxed against him. His hand with the bath pouf travelled to her waist and he felt the muscles in her abdomen clench from the sensation as his hand moved over her lower torso. But his hand plundered as the pouf began to pass over the upper part of her torso and her breasts.

Orla's hand flew up and grabbed Thor's a second after it passed over her breast roughly. They were frozen in a suddenly immensely tense moment as she stilled his hand.

Thor began to worry that he lost control of his desire and was too forward with Orla but he had lost himself in taking care of her. The desire to take care of her doubled with the sudden need to touch her had blown away his common reasoning. She had felt so right in his arms and Thor felt like he had finally something solid to hold onto after the past month. After losing his father, his homeland and country, his people and then his brother and not managing to avenge them in killing Thanos Thor had lost his way. It was as if he had been floating with no future ahead of him but now his feet were planted on the ground and a door was opened to him. Orla had to have been reintroduced into his life for some reason that fate and destiny had decided. His old memories of her and new ones that were made daily gave Thor a sense of peace of comfort and he grabbed hold of it with everything he had.

Thor was snapped out of his sudden apprehension when Orla began to guide his hand holding the pouf against her chest. Her hand was soft and shy in her guiding ministrations and he stared at her in minor shock. Noticing the redness on her cheeks and ears Thor's eyes softened in gratitude, relief, and pleasure before he leaned his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

Orla flinched at the sudden movement of Thor's as his chin came to rest on her shoulder but her hand continued to guide his in washing her chest. She only quivered once when Thor's left hand resting on her hip began to rub down her thigh and back up to her hip and waist. Indiscriminate shivers followed in the wake of Thor's movement and Orla began to anticipate the feeling of his hand rubbing across her flesh. A warm tingling sensation was building in her lower abdomen that Orla was unfamiliar with.

Thor leaned more into Orla as he stretched forward to grab the hose and direct the spray of warm water across the front of Orla's knees. In that action a scalding hardness tapped into Orla's lower back but her attention was quickly diverted as Thor looked down to direct the spray of water onto her chest. Orla gasped loudly at both the water spraying onto her flesh and Thor's beard scraping against her right shoulder and some of her neck. Tingles and goosebumps erupted along Orla's flesh as a jolt shot through her veins and a whole new set of shivers ran down her torso originating from where his beard was rubbing.

At the sound of Orla's gasp Thor turned his head towards her face to see what had caused her to gasp. His beard rubbed more against her shoulder but mostly against her neck as his right hand flew up to grab her shoulder in worry. Thor's aim was skewed because of how he was basically wrapped around her and instead of grabbing her shoulder his hand landed directly on top of her right breast. His eyes widened in shock, at first from the accidental placement of his hand and then from the soft mound of flesh filling in his hand with a hardening peak.

Thor's eyes took in the sight of Orla turning to face him, her widened eyes, and mouth dropped open from her gasp that was still lingering on her lips. He saw her eyes move from his eyes down to his mouth and chin that, until a few seconds ago had been resting on her shoulder. He was frozen in shock at his hand misplacement but he hadn't moved and his hand was still gently holding Orla's right breast. Another gasp sounded from Orla and Thor realized that his hand had acted involuntarily at the feel of her soft flesh under his calloused hands. His eyes shot down to her chest where his hand was squeezing very gently.

"...Thor…" Orla's gasp was light on her lips as a building pressure rose in her abdomen.

Her arousal and raw unheard need slammed into Thor, his eyes flew back up to her face and at the sight of her slightly parted lips Thor lost his control of his inhibitions.

Leaning forward just enough to make contact Thor pressed his lips against Orla's for a heated and passionate kiss.

Orla was breathless when Thor broke the kiss and pulled away from her lips. Her eyes had slid shut during their kiss and when she opened them Thor was looking at her with an intense look laden with cation. She didn't study his eyes very long as her excitement and his growing desire reflected into each other in a loop. A tightening pull was in her lower abdomen and her body felt hot and was flushed with heat. Something had changed in Orla and she was driven by the heat coursing through her veins as she leaned forward closing the small distance between her and Thor and returned his kiss with a need fueled kiss.

Thor had to remind himself to take it slow but when Orla kissed him back with a strong need he gave into his desires and returned her kiss with more passion. They were both breathless when Orla finally pulled away to catch her breath but Thor immediately began to trail kisses down her chin to her neck and once he reached her neck he smiled as she wiggled, shivered, and gasped. Realizing that his beard and kisses were a major cause of her reactions Thor took his time savoring her skin as her head fell back onto his shoulder. His hands cupped both of her breasts and he held her gently until Orla pushed her chest forward into his hands. Taking it as a sign he began to fondle her chest slowly as he took his time feeling her body against his and hearing her gasps and mewls of pleasure.

Orla's uninjured arm came up to begin running her fingers through his short hair as he sucked against her reddening neck. He released her neck and instantly she turned her head to catch his lips against hers as she directed his head towards hers. Orla felt Thor's hands on her chest before one dropped and travelled down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. His fingers brushed gently over her clenched together thighs and stopped.

Thor ended the kiss as his hand rested with his palm against her pubic patch and his fingers stretched down against her thighs. He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked down her body as she was still reeling from the aftereffects of his tongue tangling kiss. He fought to keep his fingers still as he watched her heaving chest.

"Thor?" Orla's voice was filled with question as she gasped for air. So many sensations were running through her body that set her blood on fire. The weight from his hand on her thighs caused a wiggle in her hips as she wished he would continue touching her.

Thor had difficulty swallowing at her wiggle and her thighs partly slightly. "Orla," he paused as his hand almost moved on its own. "Can I continue," He swallowed hard, "touching you?" His hands were hot on her warm body and his fingers rolled a hardened nipple between them.

Orla moaned as she leaned heavily against his hard muscled body. Her mind was filled with need and sensations of Thor touching her. She gasped for a breath, "Thor ah...please...yes!" Her hand left his hair to join the hand on her breast as she pushed back into him and he confirmed her answer by squeezing her breast tightly.

With consent and permission from Orla to continue Thor slid his hand in between Orla's thighs, he moaned at her soft skin. Using his hand he nudged her legs open wider as he began to run up and down her inner thighs slowly.

Orla gasp turned into a moan as she felt Thor's fingers feeling her down in between her thighs. Her right hand flew out and landed against the steamed out glass of the shower stall as Thor's fingers slid inside of her. Her moans filled the bathroom as together Thor and Orla overcame their hesitations and deepened the bond that had started two years ago. They were together now and now that they had one another they didn't need anything else.

Author's Notes: WOOOO that ending….teeheee. I'll leave the rest to your imagination as right now I think that's steamy enough. Not much else to say about this chapter but hey what about a review?