exastris_scientia | retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[The struggle continues until the second call of his name, the grounding touch. He gasps awake and for a moment the hand on Thor's outstretched arm snaps open to call Mjolnir out of reflex. But the hammer only rattles and leans in its place until his recognition of Clark settles in and frightened, vivid blue eyes immediately turn soft and well with relief. Leaning into the hand cupping his cheek, he tries to catch his breath.

Unsurprisingly, the storm almost dissipates over those seconds while Thor gets his bearing; lightning ceases and wind dies down, rain turns to a plump patter and thunder a gentle, occasional roll. This time it's his turn to curl into the other, if only slightly, as his hands inspect Clark's arms, shoulders and face to make doubly sure he's there. And with no small degree of hesitation Thor's gaze drops to his chest—where the lack of any injury lets a reassured, weighted sigh leave him.

He curls more around Clark then, turning to his side to do so, and rests his forehead against his shoulder while hands keep feeling the features of his face; clean and warm.]

[ Clark's eyes go between the gasping awake of Thor and the rattling of Mjolnir against the wall near the bed. He's frightened, that much is plain by the thundering, panicked beat of his heart, and the quick breaths. Clark sees the relief in his eyes, then the tears threatening to spill, and his heart twists in his chest. He waits a moment, partly because he's unsure of what even to say, so he stays still.

He stays still as the storm subsides, outside of the lingering vestiges, and then Thor curls into him. That forces movement, even as he lets Thor look him over, scared to ask what it is that he saw in the dream if he's doing this now. The heavy gaze that lingered too long on his chest once it landed there---he doesn't know what is going on. All he knows is Thor needs him right now. ]

It's ok. You're okay. [ He whispers it, afraid to speak too loudly and startle. He tilts his face into Thor's questing hands when they find his face, and take the opportunity to turn his cheek and kiss his palms. He shifts his face then, wrapping his arms around the other man as he's able, and buries his nose in the hair at the top of his head. ] It's ok.

[It felt so real, that nightmare. There was smell and feel to the dream, not just some imagined image, and that made it inescapably real. Thor could feel the wind, smell the petrichor and the blood. He could feel Clark move in his hands and then stop. He could feel the temperature seep away. And none of that was fine; it was terrifying and he wanted nothing to do with it. All Thor wanted this; warmth and closeness and love. He doesn't need the nightmares creeping back up and giving him doubts again.

The words uttered to him are encouraging against his fears, despite they way something drops into his gut telling him all is not well. And yet it is; Clark is whole—unscathed. The hold the man has on him serves its purpose well, the same as his kiss and nuzzle. While it doesn't calm the quick beats of his heart it does do away with the heavy, panicked thump. His own heart, however, isn't the one he's concerned with.

Thor shakes his head as he rolls them over, Clark into his back so that he might half lay on him with his ear pressed snug to his chest. The rhythm he listened to was translated with little knowledge as the fact it still healthily pumped was well enough for the time being, taking the anxious tingle away from every nerve in his extremities.]

Stay... [He finally mutters, taking in a soft, trembling breath while he shifts to tuck his hands beneath the other.] Please stay. [The swallow is hard as he turns his head against Clark's chest and shuts his eyes, letting those pooled tears finally fall away.]

[ Clark is blissfully unaware of the nature of the dream itself, but all too knowledgeable of the effects outside of it. The rain is still scattered and brief, the lightning is far away and the thunder rolls through like the tide on the ocean.

It's why, when Thor decides to roll them, shift so that Clark is on his back with the other man on top of him, ear pressed to his chest, he doesn't resist. He sighs heavily, feeling an anxiety he can't bear to name, and buries the fingers of one hand in the other man's hair. ]

Of course I'll stay. [ He murmurs it, a surety in his tone that defies the nightmare that plagued Thor only moments prior. ] I'm not going anywhere. I promise.

[ Clark hears the trembling of his breath, and it breaks his heart a little to. He tilts his face down, catching sight of the tears finally falling from the other's eyes, and he reaches with one hand to brush them away with a thumb. ]

[The noise that dares to rush up is caught in his throat and smothered there. Asgardians do not weep, and certainly not over nightmares. Why should he at all? Clark was here, below him. Safe. And yet every reassurance he attempts to tell himself fails, echoing and worsening in his mind.

A guilt erodes at him, one he is quickly forgetting the reason to. Thor has never been one for creativity and dreams were no exception; he often forgets the explicit details. Though emotions? Those never fail to plague him. Worry, fear, loss, helplessness, remorse. They engulf in spades and Thor fights the tremble that finds him when he begins to fully regain himself from terrors.

Hands attempt to distract then, feeling to try and shoo away the far off nagging in his mind. Foolish—don’t be foolish, he thinks. But when Clark thumbs away his tears only more follow and the breath he held forces its way out for the desperate breath his lungs need.] I am sorry, Kal, [The god gently quavers after a moment.] I am truly sorry…

[Thor isn’t sure if the apology is for his state, the storm or his real and imagined shortcomings but something whispers to him that it all is.]

[ Clark only knows a little of Asgard and its customs. He knows far less that Thor should feel embarrassed by his upset over what was clearly a horrifying nightmare. He doesn't yet know what it is about, and he is loathe to bring it up, due to the upset it is already causing.

He doesn't understand, in the moment, what it is that Thor is apologizing for, and so he assumes that it is the storm that was stirred up outside. ]

It's just a little rain.

[Though Thor had once expressed a desire for more honesty and transparency, he's not sure this is something that would fall into that category. Not for his shortcomings but instead his dream. The nightmare. And while it adds even more guilt to his conscious he goes along with Clark's misunderstanding all the same.]

Yes, [Comes the agreement with a fragile smile.] Just rain.

[He tries and distracts himself, rolling his fingertips to feel the warmth and softness of Clark's back and pressing brief, delicate kisses to his chest. The actions slow over the course of a few minutes, Thor's heart even slowing the more he settles against the other and takes in the creak of the farm house and scent of the sheets, of the Kryptonian below him. It almost alludes to him drifting back asleep, if it weren't for his blinking.

Softly and clearly he speaks, unlike before.] I apologize if I frightened you.

[ Clark wouldn't begrudge him keeping it to himself. He doesn't know that Thor and others of his people might have a propensity to have prophetic dreams. ]

Exactly. [ He says, offering a gentle smile to the other man.

He shifts his hands from where they are holding onto Thor, and shifts them up to thread through his hair instead in small, slow movements. He keeps his breathing even, though he knows the other man isn't yet drifting to sleep, but he doesn't want to disturb the moment as everything around them quiets. ]

You didn't. [ Not really. Concern and fear are different things. ] Mostly, I think you owe an apology to Dusty, that's all.

retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

it's really not lmfasd

well i shall believe came on for me while doing this one hahha no

clearly our music is hyper aware and trying to kill us with more emotions

it's just skynet taking over nbd

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