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.
A/N: A giant shout out to my sister who has read, edited, and been there to bounce ideas off of. Another shout out to Sakura Hatsu for the reviews on the other chapters! And to all others who love this story; Thank you SO MUCH! Let's not waste any more time and get back to the story
Chapter 7:
Irene was in a panic. The house was cold and empty, Orla was nowhere to be found. Night had come upon the land quickly once the storm had set in and now it was basically raining slush outside as the temperature had dropped so quickly that the rain was turning to ice.
There was nothing that Irene could do but wait at the house and hope that Orla was safe somewhere. But how safe could she be with a storm raging outside? Irene was pulled out of her ruminating worry as the sound of a horse whinny broke through the pounding rain on the roof and ground.
Irene sped outside without a second thought to grabbing her umbrella as she rushed out onto the porch. She peered out into the darkness as the light from the house only illuminated a few feet into the darkness and pouring rain. Her eyes were searching for any sign of movement as she tried to keep her hope in check just in case her ears were playing tricks on her.
Marshell slowly emerged from the engulfing darkness and Irene's hope skyrocketed only to come crashing back down to earth when she didn't see Orla. Dismay filled her as Marshell trudged slowly closer to the porch and then Irene saw the prostrated form of Orla draped across the back of the big draft horse. Irene couldn't move from her spot as Marshell sidled up closer to the house and stopped, his coat glistening from the downpour.
At Marshell's movement stopping Orla slid off Marshell's back without ever raising her head and Irene thought for a moment that Orla was going to land face first into the gravel of the driveway. Somehow Orla managed not to completely land in a heap by Marshell's hooves but it wasn't a pretty dismount either as Orla stumbled and swayed on her feet. Irene watched as Orla started to move the few steps towards the house in a stumbling and tumbling walk that was similar to a drunkard's walk or a zombie from a horror movie walk.
"Orla!" Irene's voice was a higher pitch from worry as she watched Orla struggle the few steps toward the house. "Are you alright? What happened? Where have you been? You are soaking wet, why didn't you get home before the storm?" A flurry of questions burst from Irene's mouth as she watched Orla climb the stairs sloppily and stagger past her directly into the house. Irene looked back at Marshell as he nickered but he was already heading off towards where he knew food and a warm place were waiting for him in the barn.
Irene followed Orla into the house and grabbed her arm to stop her. She bit back her gasp of shock as she finally saw the vacant expression in Orla's eyes. Irene took over in an instant she saw how bad Orla was and walked her to the bathroom.
"I'm going to go back outside and let Marshell in the barn and give him a quick rub down while you get in the tub okay?" Irene started the water for the jet tub and gave Orla instructions with a calm but demanding voice. Orla's only reply was a mute nod as she began tugging at her wet clothes and Irene left her there to quickly attend to Marshell as she pondered what in the world happened.
It only took Irene seven minutes to dry off Marshell and plug in the large electric heater for the barn so the animals would stay warm before Irene was back to check on Orla. After knocking on the door to the bathroom and not receiving an answer Irene began to fret that she shouldn't have left Orla alone in her state. Her socked feet bounced as she pressed her ear to the wooden door to see if she could hear anything in the bathroom. Since Thor's intuition was turning out true Irene's head began to fill with superstitions and began to conjure up new scenarios in which his intuition would come true. A fever induced Orla drowning in the tub, a same fever heavy Orla slipping on wet clothes falling and hitting her head. Irene couldn't stand the worry building up in her anymore and with one more knock she opened the door half expecting to find the worst scenario her mind came up with.
"Orla?" Irene peered around the bathroom door to see wet clothes tossed every direction and Orla mouth deep in a steaming tub. Her eyes were closed as Irene stepped closer slowly to avoid the cold wet puddles made when Orla was stripping off her wet clothes. As she approached Orla's eyes opened slowly and she almost breathed a sigh of relief until Irene saw the same vacant expression on Orla's face. It was as if some of her soul had left leaving behind this shell behind. Irene lowered herself on the edge of the tiled tub as she noticed Orla had pulled her legs to her chest and was hugging them tight to herself leaving half of the tub empty. Irene studied Orla for a moment before a protective surge filled her and she took over.
"Have you washed your hair?" Irene waited for a response but when none came she pushed forward with a bossy tone. "No? Well get to it. I'm going to start a fire in the bedroom and you better be getting out when I'm done."
Irene waited to leave until Orla very slowly unfurled herself from her own grasp and disappeared under the steaming hot water before emerging and reaching for the shampoo bottle. She left the bathroom door open so she could listen to Orla's progress as she stacked logs and lit the kindling. Everything about Orla's movement and lack of presence bothered Irene deeply but on another level she knew some of what Orla was going through because she herself had gone through something similar to it when she lost her husband. After the vanishing ash and losing her husband to it Irene had fallen into a deep depression where she was just a shell of her former self. Her mother had taken care of her and babied her until she was well enough to start functioning like a regular human again. Of course there were still times when his loss was too great for Irene to handle and she slipped back into depression again but Irene had learned to fight it with the help of her family. Seeing Orla the way she was now Irene knew that Orla had been secretly battling her loneliness and depression since Thor had left. That was until today when the dam broke leaving a semblance of Orla behind.
Irene poked a log with the metal fire stick and let out a long breath similar to a sigh as she thought about what to do with Orla. Seeing how she was Irene knew that she couldn't leave her alone.
A small sound emitted behind Irene and she turned to see what made it and almost fell off the mantle as Orla stood behind her in a towel.
"Orla," Irene choked out as her nerves calmed down after the scare of suddenly finding Orla behind her. "Get dressed and then get in bed. I'm going to go make some soup." Irene forced a bossy tone in her voice as she watched Orla stand there silently. She didn't wait for Orla to do her bidding but left the room and headed down the kitchen to make some soup quickly. Turns out that Orla had made some soup earlier so Irene only had to heat it up before she returned to the bedroom with the hot soup. Upon entering the bedroom Irene was smacked with a wall of heat as the fire was roaring brightly from the fireplace and Orla was curled in a small ball in the bed.
Irene took over and spoon fed Orla the soup as Orla's eyes remained in a distant and vacant expression. She was like a doll that could move but had no soul and Irene could only make sure that Orla was dry, warm, and fed until the fever that was raging inside her subsided.
Sliding off the bed with the tray in her hands Irene stepped away from the bed only to find ice cold fingers latched onto her wrist. A shiver raced up Irene's arm from the coldness emitting from Orla's touch. Her surprise was emitted on her face from Orla's touch and not only from the coldness but because it was the first movement that she had done all night without direction.
"Please," Orla's soft whisper was hoarse and cracked as she held onto Irene's wrist. "Please don't go."
A cold shiver raced up Irene's arm and she was filled with inexplicable loneliness. With the loneliness also came a desperate yearning so strong that Irene had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from giving in to the desire.
"Let me go put the dishes in the kitchen," Irene spoke softly as she didn't trust her voice.
Orla didn't release Irene's wrist, "Please don't leave me."
Irene looked toward the door but her eyes were drawn back to the ball that Orla had curled herself into. Orla's head had peeked out of the heavy blankets and her damp hair hung in limp waves around her hazy eyes. Another cold shiver raced through Irene's arm and for a moment she knew that she was Orla's rescue line in the vast ocean of loneliness. A sudden memory flashed through Irene's mind of her mother comforting her as she lay in bed curled in a ball wishing she could die after the death of her husband. It was her mother that had been Irene's life line when she was struggling in the ocean of loneliness and now she knew it was her turn.
In a smooth motion Irene set the tray of dishes on the nightstand and climbed under the covers of the king sized bed. Irene lay stiffly next to the cold ball that was Orla as she pondered what she could do to help Orla overcome her loneliness and depression. Irene knew that Orla had reached her breaking point and the only solution that Irene could come up with was to stay by Orla's side until she was better.
Orla shuffled under the blankets, creating a tiny tunnel for her nose as she buried her head under the blankets and Irene turned to look at her as Orla still had a grip on her wrist. Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Orla's loneliness wash over her and she turned her eyes from the ball that was Orla to the fire roaring in the fireplace. Irene could only hope that Orla would get better soon and that Thor would return home soon.
The next morning when they woke up Orla only had a minor fever but Irene insisted that she stay in bed to speed her recovery. Irene kept Orla company all day after she drove up to her parents to give a report on Orla's health and pass along a message to Thor that Orla was safe. Irene had her brother, Henrik, deliver a load of hay before the weather took a turn for the worse as winter was fast approaching. Winter in Norway started in November which was only a month and a week away and Irene worried about Orla's preparations. When she returned to the house she made sure to have a very serious conversation with Orla about the upcoming winter and her what her preparation status was like.
Irene was pleasantly surprised when Orla described the garden and barn along with the obvious amount of work that Orla had to be putting in along with brushing up her skills and learning what she needed to do. Orla gave most of the credit to Odin's collection of books in which she was learning what she needed to do to prepare for the snow.
Once Orla told Irene of all the plans she had made in preparations for the winter and much further away spring Irene was secretly impressed. Not many people here would have stuck their nose to the grinder and worked so diligently hard their first month here, Irene knew no one that would have been able to do it all by themselves but Orla had persevered through all the hard work by herself and was managing.
Orla was laying in bed with books spread around her lap as Irene sat in the rocker she had found in the guest bedroom. Irene had brought a few books from her personal collection to give to Orla for winter learning since there wasn't nearly much to do during the heavy snow laden winters.
"If you are good with your hands I suggest either crochet or knitting. Sewing is always an option but takes longer and more skill is required for in depth projects but it is always nice to wear something that you made yourself. There is a certain type of pride that comes with making something with your own hands especially with all the hard work that gets put into it." Irene explained some of the different books that she brought in hopes that she could give Orla something new to learn to keep her busy during winter so cabin fever wouldn't be too bad.
"I think that I'll try both knitting and sewing," Orla said as she flipped through pages of the sewing book. A silence fell in the room as Orla continued to look through the books and her mind started to plan for the learning that was to come. But then it went off course as she thought on Irene's kindness.
Looking up from her books Orla let her eyes wander across the bed to the rocking chair where Irene sat with yarn wrapped around her fingers and a hook in the other.
Irene could feel the weight of the silence fill the room as she crocheted hot pads for Orla's kitchen. The fire crackled as a log snapped in half but Irene's eyes did not leave her project, waiting for Orla to speak the words that were on her mind.
It didn't take Orla long to speak, "Irene…" Orla didn't know if there was a right way to say the words that felt like they were going to break out of her chest and her eyes burned from the effort it took to keep them contained. "Thank you." There was so much more that Orla was thankful for but she hoped that Irene would understand.
Irene looked up from her crocheting to Orla sitting up in the large bed. Orla's eyes shone with unshed tears and Irene nodded quietly before turning her tear filled eyes back to her yarn as the unspoken loneliness and gratitude for each other's company filled the room between them. Both women understood each other in the quiet loss and loneliness that they both suffered from and nothing more could be said on the matter as together they fought their emptiness.
Orla went back to her normal routine the next day and Irene went back to her parents farm hoping that Thor would return home soon but no news had come from him after her parents had passed along the information for Orla's wellbeing. The farm animals were glad to have her back even though it was just one day but they had bonded with her quickly and Orla was glad to have some interactions with living creatures to keep her mind preoccupied.
The next three weeks flew by in a blur as Orla stepped up her winter preparations as November loomed ever closer. The days got colder and wetter, sunshine was rare now as the days started to be filled with a constant train of cloudy grey skies and an ever present drizzle of rain. Orla had been told this was the rainiest part of the year and from the amount of rain she believed it. The porch was filled with wood from the wall of the house to the edge of the porch and upstairs there was a nice cache of wood also, courtesy of many sore muscles in Orla's body. In the morning everything had a crispness of fresh ice and snow had started to accumulate on the mountain peaks around the islands.
It was on one day that had intermediate rain and spotting sunshine that Orla left the farm to go into town with Irene and her family. The town was holding a town auction and market day before the major winter storms hit locking people in their homes for a few months. It was a good time to get away from the farm to meet the rest of the town that came out to participate and enjoy others company before everyone was snowed in. Also it didn't hurt to stock up on any last minute things. Orla had her eye out for a sewing machine to help out her newfound hobby and new skill to learn during the winter. Irene was glad Orla was out and away from the farm even though she showed much apprehension at being away from the farm. Irene tried to put her at ease with being out in the town, after all what could happen?
Thor landed on the gravel to the driveway with a crunch against his boots and a strong wind from his swinging Stormbreaker that whipped his bright red cape around his legs until it settled by his feet as he turned to look at the house before him. A strong smell of smoke resided in the crisp air as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, reminiscing in the smells of the land and home. He opened his eyes half expecting to see the front door flying open and Orla running out to greet him but it was silent around him. Thor heard Orla's voice echoing in his ears as he climbed the two wooden steps to the front door only to find it locked. Looking perplexed at the door Thor's hand rested on the door handle as he leaned to the side to peer past the windows into the kitchen. Everything in the house looked neat but it felt quiet. Thor backed off of the porch, his heart beat picking up a notch and not from excitement. He walked around the side of the house to the car port only to not find the Toyota in its spot. Staring at the empty spot for a little while Thor headed off towards the barn. His eyes moved rapidly around the space as he strode quickly to the barn noticing the changes that Orla had been making around the property.
The wheels slid easily as Thor pushed open the barn door letting natural light flow into the barn as he did so. Marshell came to his stall in the instant Thor stepped over the threshold and nickered at him. Dis mooed at him as he stepped past her stall which had been opened up to include a second stall space to accommodate the growing calf.
"Hello everyone, good to see you're all here," Thor eyed the chickens through the wire as they lined up around the door of their fenced in coop inside the barn, "even you chickens." Letting his eyes wander around the barn Thor noticed the changes that Orla had made inside the space. A red thermal light hung from the ceiling into the chickens coop and three were sitting under it seemingly "sunbathing" in the heat. Marshell's stall was freshly mucked as was the sheep's stall and it looked as if they had gotten combed recently as well. From the looks of it Orla spend a lot of time in the barn with the animals and from the cries they were sending to him she fed them often too. Noticing a paper tacked to one of the posts near the stairs to the second level Thor peered closer at it and saw Orla's neat handwriting describing the barn activities as a reminder in case she forgot to do something or got distracted by another task.
Thor completed her entire checklist of feeding the animals before noticing a work area set up in the back end of the barn. A saddle was resting on a table made of planks that had been freshly oiled and was air drying. A large electric heater with a long extension cord sat on a little rolling attachment and from the marks on the floor it got moved to the center of the barn often. Thor looked around before he spotted a key hanging from one of the beams above the work table littered with miscellaneous tools. Using Stormbreaker to reach above the table without disturbing any of the tools Thor reached for what he hoped was a spare house key. Which it was when he jogged to the house and tried it on the kitchen door.
Thor breathed a sigh of relief as he unlocked the kitchen door and entered the house. He paused against the doorway after locking the door behind him. The house smelled like pine and freshly cooked bread and he soaked in the smell before pulled a chair from the table to sit on to pull off his boots. His socked feet slid on the shiny floors and he wondered how long Orla scrubbed them to make them this shiny as he made his way to the bedroom.
An odd feeling struck him when he entered the bedroom, the house was still cozy but it feel lifeless and cold without Orla's warm presence inside of it. A different quilt was on the bed but other than that it looked just like it did in Thor's memory. Thor pushed past his memories of the bedroom and hurried to change out of his armor as he felt burdened by Orla's missing presence.
After a long shower Thor wandered out of the bathroom and loathed around the bedroom in a towel as he waited pointlessly. He took his time in the closet noticing that Orla had added his clothes that he hadn't had time to unpack when he first brought her to the home. There was still plenty of room in the closet as only a light wardrobe existed in the walk-in closet b she had also added more of her own clothes that Natasha hadn't packed in the suitcase for her when she was in an induced coma. He fingered some of her long sleeve button up shirts as he recalled the memory of her standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast in the afternoon. Thor's mouth pulled down in a frown as the long two and a half months weighed down on his mind.
The long two month assignment had taken longer than he had first anticipated but it had kept him busy, almost too busy. But it had been work and Thor couldn't turn his back on people in need. In had taken two months to stop a group of powered individuals hell bent on overthrowing a government and from what Thor had seen he was glad that Orla had been hidden away. Thor easily knew that if they had gotten a hold of Orla then they would have used her powers to heal themselves and others till they maxed her out. The thought of people using her abilities without taking care of her brought memories of her abduction to the surface and he fought the bile that suddenly arose in his mouth. His face grew grim as he dressed and wandered out of the bedroom as his distress at no Orla grew.
Thor kept his eyes open for a note or any sort of message that he hoped Orla would have left behind but he had been gone for two months with no contact so his hopes were crushed. Unease built in him as he scrounged around in the kitchen looking for something to eat but the unease in his stomach made him second guess food.
Needing to calm his nerves and stay busy Thor turned to the living room where a hefty pile of books were on the coffee table. Quite a few books were left open and others had multiple scraps of paper tucked into the pages as Orla tabbed references she needed. A spiral bound notebook lay open admit the chaos of the books with different colored highlighters and pens. Thor lowered himself slowly to the couch and had to move three blankets out of the way to clear a space for his butt to go.
An image hit Thor hard and his heart clenched tightly in his chest as he knew with his gut that this was how Orla spend her evenings. A crackling fire for heat, blankets to cuddle up in, a steaming mug of tea or hot coco, and too much research to do to learn about keeping the farm running smoothly.
"Oh Orla…" Thor lamented as he envisioned her all along, curled up in blankets doing her best to starve off her loneliness by keeping busy. But now she was nowhere to be found at the moment and Thor had to keep busy to keep himself from falling into his loneliness as well. Rubbing a hand over his face to clear his mind Thor reached for the closest book that lay open on the table. It was time he took some of the burden off of Orla's shoulders.
Dusk fell much faster than it should and with the constant cloud cover and often drizzling rain it seemed like night came on much too soon. Orla bit back a curse as a sudden downpour of rain blocked out all the remaining light and blurred her windshield in water. Easing the brakes gently she winced as she hit a pothole in the dirt packed road but slowed the Toyota down so she could fumble around the steering column for the wiper control. The automatic lights came on and Orla hit the high beams to peer out into the cold wet darkness of the tree lined road leading to the house as she rolled to a stop. The heavy rain soaked the road in a minute but Orla remained stopped in the middle of the road as she listened to the heavy pounding on the roof of the SUV. Dread pooled in her stomach as she thought of the dark house down the lane and the coldness that inevitably lay waiting for her when she got back. The weather reflected her mood as the rain poured down and Orla turned the heat up as she looked out at the darkness beyond the reach of her lights.
There was no point in putting it off longer as the house wasn't going anywhere and this rain wasn't letting up so Orla eased off the braked and started to move forward once again. Orla couldn't remain stagnant, she had work to do and that was how she had to keep motivating herself to get through the days. The high beams crossed over the house as she turned into the driveway of the house and she flipped them off as she slowed the SUV into the car port.
Killing the engine Orla slumped back against her seat as her feelings of loneliness rushed up at the thought of going into the empty house. Not knowing when Thor would be back caused a knot to tighten in her throat and Orla choked down the onslaught of tears to her eyes. For the tiniest of moments doubt of Thor's return froze Orla to her seat before she smacked her cheeks roughly as admonishment for thinking that. Thor did not leave her here alone indefinitely, he would return because he loved her. Despair punched Orla in the stomach as she knew that Thor had never uttered those words to her and she was reading too much into the memories of their time together before he left.
Getting off of her butt Orla's cheeks burned when the cold air hit her hard when she leapt out of the SUV. She had to stop feeling sorry for herself because nothing would come of it and things still had to get done. Reminding herself that she could get through it, even if it had to be one hour at a time Orla would get past it until Thor returned home to her.
Gathering up bags full of groceries from the last farmer's market Orla shivered at the bite of the cold air. At the very least the heavy rain had lightened to a steady drizzle as Orla shut the rear door with her elbow as her arms were weighed down by bags. The sewing machine, totes filled with yards of fabric, more totes filled with yarn for winter learning skills, hand-me-down blankets from Irene, two new pairs of boots; working and hiking, and some boxes of her stored college things that had been waiting at the town mail department Orla left in the SUV for unloading the next day.
Struggling with the lock on the front door Orla managed to get it open and clunk her way into the kitchen without dropping or crashing into anything but instead made an unholy ruckus in the quiet and coldness of the house. Making her way to the kitchen Orla over estimated the number of steps to the table and ended up slamming her kneecap into the table in her haste to put the groceries down. Cursing under her breath as she relieved her arms of their load Orla's hiss of pain simmered off as an eerie sensation crawled up her spine as the hair on the back of her neck rose in alarm and in a warning. Something wasn't right and her body tensed as she immediately flashbacked to her kidnapping at college in her apartment leading to days of torture and abuse.
Orla's fight or flight instinct rose to the surface as she felt the presence of another person in the room with her. Handling a squash in front of her as her other hand fumbled to get a solid hold of the Toyota's keys Orla swallowed the uncontrollable fear rising in her as she prepared to make her dash for the front door.
Orla's body tensed in preparations for attack was all the person needed to know as they stepped up behind her and Orla spun around with the heavy squash in her hand to smash into the perpetrators head. But before Orla could whip around the person stepped right up behind her, his arms going around her. One arm hooked around her waist as she felt his thighs press against her butt as his other arm reached around her to place his hand on top of her hand holding the squash and held it down. His hand clutched hers as his head dropped down onto her shoulder and a beard tickled her ear lightly.
"Orla...I'm home." Thor whispered into Orla's ear as he held her.
Instantly the tension and fight left Orla's body as Thor handled her body to turn her around into his chest where he crushed her in a tight embrace. He heard her squeak from the pressure he exuded in squeezing her before he suddenly pulled back and tipped her chin upwards where he kissed her.
Orla didn't realize it but by the time Thor broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers that there were silent tears running down her cheeks.
Thor rested his forehead against Orla's as he breathed in a deep breath and her scent filled his nose. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist and held her close to him as the other supported her back as he soaked in the feel of her small body against his.
"Oh Orla...Orla…" Thor mumbled as his arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to him. Orla didn't make a sound but Thor realized that he was probably squishing her and he opened his eyes to look at her but as soon as he did he was startled by the tears pouring from her eyes and down her cheeks. "Orla…" Thor was at a loss for words as he stepped back slightly to give her space and began to wipe the tears off of her cheeks with his thumbs as he cupped her face in his hands.
Orla hadn't realized she had started crying, "Sorry I…."
"Shush, it's okay. I'm here now." Thor tried to calm her down as he secretly panicked at the tears rolling from her eyes as they were not something he was accustomed to dealing with.
Orla leaned her head against Thor's chest as his arms went around her waist and started to rub circles against her lower back. She sniffled into his chest as she tried to stem the flow of her tears. The scent of his soap was still fresh on his skin and Orla inhaled deeply and felt tingles all the way down to her toes as she took in the feel of his body pressed against hers.
"I'm so happy you are home," she finally whispered as her hands lightly ran up his back to his shoulders where she held onto him. Thor relaxed at hearing her voice but tensed again when she reached up to guide his head lower towards her as she stretched to reach his lips. Desire shot through Thor the instant her lips found his and he pressed into her hard and she reacted to the kiss just as deeply. Thor pinned her body against his as his hands roamed down to her butt and he pressed her hard against him, trying to mold her shape against him.
Thor paused a moment as he thought he heard a growl. Orla's lips didn't still on his as he paused and she used his pause to use his hands on her butt as leverage to push herself against him more. She nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled away to look down at her, slight confusion on his face. Thor had to do a double take as Orla pressed her chest into his almost knocking him off balance as she advanced on him. But it wasn't her action that caused Thor to look again it was the look on her face as her eyes were half lidden and seemed to glow with an inner fire. Thor felt his temperature rise as she looked at him and unconsciously snagged her bottom lip in between her teeth. An uncomfortable tightness in his pants snapped him out of his shock at Orla's advancement and his shock turned into a smirk.
Thor's hands tightened against her butt and kneaded the firm flesh there and he leaned down and rubbed his beard against her cheekbone and ear, "Did you miss me?"
Orla gasped and arched her back as Thor kneaded her butt causing her breasts to rise off of Thor's chest. In between fluttering blinks Orla spotted the smirk on his face as he rubbed his beard against her ear before blowing softly against it. A shiver ran down her neck but a tight tingle ran down her spine straight down to start a heat in between her thighs.
Leaning up and kissing his throat lightly Orla felt him swallow under her kiss, "Yes I did."
Thor tensed as he felt Orla's tongue slip out and run against his throat lightly, "Why don't you show me?" He continued to massage her butt as he felt himself grow even harder at her softness against him.
Orla smirked as she felt the his hardness pressing into her stomach, usually she would have been too shy to advance on Thor like this but two months had deepened her desire for him along with a book that Irene had snuck in between a gardening and sewing book. Smirking into the side of Thor's neck Orla kissed and sucked hard on his skin before pulling away.
Orla disengaged herself from Thor's tight embrace but took his hand as she turned down towards the hallway for the bedroom. "Time for a proper welcome home."
Thor interlaced his fingers with Orla's as he felt a sense of peace settle in his stomach. He hadn't realized how tired he'd been when he started reading one of the gardening books Orla had out on the coffee table and had dozed off. He'd only woken to the sound of Orla clumping up the steps, messing with the lock on the front door, and her chacopany of sounds when she entered the house. He hadn't meant to sneak up behind her and scare her but as soon as he saw her he had been drawn to her side knowing that he had to touch her.
Orla smiled softly as she flipped on a hall light and continued down the wood planked hallway. Everything felt right and good again. She had struggled to stay positive everyday when Thor was gone but he was back now and it was home. Orla didn't have anything to worry about now, he was here, and she was going to blow his mind with what she had learned from Irene's secret book.
Thor followed Orla down the hallway until they reached their bedroom and Orla turned on the light engulfing the room in a warm light. He could picture it now even as he stood in the doorway; Orla's light auburn hair spread out on the new quilt as she reached up to him, her grey blue eyes locked with his as he thrust into her, her moans filling the bedroom as he loved her deeply.
"Thor?" Orla's voice broke into his thoughts and he blinked bringing him to the present and out of his fantasy. He looked up and felt himself strain against his jeans as he saw Orla pulling off the last piece of her clothing which just happened to be her underwear. She had started to undress soon after entering their bedroom and Thor's eyes followed the curve of her legs to the roundness of her firm butt. Apparently working around the farm had strengthened her legs and glutes and Thor liked what he saw. His eyes continued up her back till they jumped up to the dark scar on her shoulder. It had completely healed soon after Thor had left but Thor knew that she was self conscious of the mark even though he had already told her that he accepted her for who she is even with the burn scar.
Orla turned around then and stepped towards him, Thor's eyes drank in the sight of her bare flesh as she moved towards him. Her hips swayed mesmerizingly before she stopped in front of him and Thor didn't have a second to think before her hands reached out and were running up and then down his torso. Her hands stilled for a millisecond at the top of his pants before her fingers began to work on his belt then the zipper. Thor didn't know what to think as Orla undid the belt and turned her fingers to unsnapping the top button on his hands. Her hands were gentle, soft, and unsure one moment then grew sure and determined as she started to undress Thor. In a matter a few minutes, with Orla helping pull off his clothes he was as naked as she was and they were in each other's arms.
Thor had made this place his home but the main cause of the hominess was Orla. She fulfilled the last missing piece that Thor needed for this place. It may be in part that this place and what it was being that it was where he father resided before his passing but it was Orla who completed it and made it feel like Thor belonged. She was his home, the one who comforted and eased all the worries from his mind.
Thor was the one who had brought her here, taken her away from the horrors that had been inflicted upon her with tortures intent for her abilities. He had made sure that she was safe and protected here, a place where no one could harm her again. With him finally back Orla could relax and feel safe in his arms and that was where her home was.
It was their home. It was each other.
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Author's Notes: Okay so I procrastinated with this chapter but then also hurried through the hand jamming parts to finish it off. I had lots of ideas floating around of whether or not I wanted to add more drama and go back to the Hydra nurse accomplish who escaped. But the more I tried to work it out nothing fit very well so this is what it turned out to be, besides Thor hid Orla so well and so few people know about it that she is similar to Hawkeye's family so she is at best in little to no danger.
Okay here we are, at the end….Wrote most of this chapter in the grips of a major cold along with editing but I wanted to get you all the end of this story without dragging it out and leaving you all hanging so here it is. Thank you for sticking it out for these 7 chapters and I hope you all have enjoyed this story as much as I had while writing it.