Thunderous Fate (Thor x reader) || Record of Ragnarok

Chapter 19: Fragments of the Past

"This one." I said, pointing to the illustration of the Yggdrasil flower. 

Thor studied the page, his breath warm on my ear. 

"Why is it so important?" 

"It's a rare flower that only someone in the Yggdrasil clan can nurture." I explained. "I was hoping it might help me unlock more of my abilities." 

Thor looked back at me. "Casting the spell did unlock some of your ancestor's past memories." 

I tensed at his words, realizing I had dug myself into a hole. I sighed. 

Well it's not like they wouldn't find out eventually. 

"It did, but all the memories passed by too fast for me to process, so it was pretty much a waste." 

Thor said nothing, the silence caused me to remember small parts of the memories. I kept seeing the elder man I saw in my dreams and an unknown woman with him who was carrying a baby in her arms. 

But who's memories am I seeing?

Suddenly, Thor's hand tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his piercing golden gaze. A shiver ran down my spine, and I tensed, the memory of last night's events flashing in my mind—the rough way he had grabbed my face.

Thor's eyes didn't waver, his fingers brushing my jaw with surprising gentleness. "Loki mentioned something about your eyes," he murmured, tilting my face further to meet his scrutiny. "He was right. They glow." His voice was low, almost a whisper. "What do you remember?"

His tone sharpened, the intensity in his gaze cutting through me like a blade.

I felt my mouth go dry, and I stammered, "I-I..."

His piercing gaze made my thoughts falter, and in an instant, the dream came rushing back—the old man being choked by a shadowy figure amidst the roaring flames.

His last words echoed endlessly in my mind: "Run, run, run." The haunting phrase grew louder with every passing second, sending a wave of panic crashing over me. Tears blurred my vision and began to stream down my cheeks as my breath quickened.

Panic clawed at my chest, dragging another memory to the surface—Thor's threat from the night before.

"You better not let me hear you cry, or else I'll give you a reason to."

The harshness of his words tightened the knot of fear within me. I instinctively tried to hold back my tears, but they betrayed me, slipping free despite the warning that still rang in my ears.

Thor's expression softened unexpectedly. With a sigh, he reached out, his hand resting against my cheek. His thumb moved gently, brushing away the tears. His voice, low yet firm, cut through the rising chaos.

"Calm." he commanded.

I blinked, startled by the sudden tenderness, and forced myself to take slow, uneven breaths. The old man's voice still haunted me, the echo of "Run" growing louder and more desperate. My chest tightened as my hands trembled, the phantom sensation of flames licking at my skin as real as the warmth of Thor's touch.

"There was an old man," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Someone important to the clan. And a woman... holding a baby. Then there was fire—and a shadowy figure."

Thor's grip on my chin softened, and his thumb gently brushed my cheek. "The old man. Do you recognize him?" 

I shook my head. "No, but he seemed familiar. Like I've seen him before in my dreams."