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

Two weeks had passed since I returned to Asgard, but the peace I had initially felt was quickly overshadowed by the haunting memories of the battlefield.

The nights became a battleground of their own—each one a struggle to find rest, as nightmares plagued my sleep. The once peaceful slumber I knew was now disrupted by the violent images my mind couldn't release.

One night, the torment became too much. I shot up in bed, my heart pounding, my body drenched in a cold sweat. Tears were already streaming down my face, a silent testimony to the terror I had just escaped in my dreams.

I sat there, frozen, trying to calm myself, my breath hitching as I fought to suppress the sobs that threatened to break the silence.

I glanced over at Thor, who lay in his bed, his breathing even and steady.

I'd tried to go back to sleep after nightmares before, forcing myself to lie back down and take deep breaths until I eventually drifted off again. But tonight was different. The fear and anxiety were too overwhelming, gripping me too tightly to let me relax.

I looked at Thor again, debating whether I should move to his bed. The last time we shared a bed, it had been under different circumstances—a moment of unexpected tenderness, when he marked me on the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, a pull neither of us could resist.

But now, I had no excuse to crawl into his bed. No reason, except the deep, aching need for comfort and safety.

For several long minutes, I wrestled with myself, trying to decide what to do. Finally, I made up my mind. Slowly, I slipped off the couch, leaving the warmth of my blanket behind.

The chill of the night air made me shiver as I approached Thor's bed, watching his breathing closely to ensure he was still asleep. Satisfied that he was, I carefully crawled into his bed, moving as quietly as I could so as not to disturb him.

I pulled the covers over myself and lay down, my heart racing at the audacity of what I had just done. Just as I was beginning to relax, I heard Thor's deep voice break the silence.

"Y/n." he said, his tone soft yet firm, acknowledging my presence without any surprise.

My breath caught in my throat, and I quickly turned to face him, words of defense on the tip of my tongue. But before I could say anything, Thor raised a finger to my lips in a shushing motion, his expression calm.

Embarrassment flooded me, my face heating up as I realized he had been aware of me all along.

"I noticed your distress." Thor murmured, his eyes reflecting a rare gentleness as he gazed at me.

I felt my cheeks burn even more, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"I... I didn't mean to wake you." I stammered, unsure of what else to say.

Thor shook his head slightly. "You didn't." he assured me. "But I could sense your unease. I've seen it before, in those who've faced battle."

There was a moment of silence as I struggled to find the right words.

"It's... it's just been hard to sleep." I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Thor's expression softened further, and he shifted slightly to face me more fully.

"It's not uncommon." he said quietly. "The mind takes longer to heal than the body. But you don't have to go through it alone."

My heart ached at his words, the truth of them cutting deep. I had been trying to handle everything on my own—too proud, or too scared, to reach out for help. But here was Thor, offering me a lifeline.