Everything Has Changed

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Maria was woken by a loud groan in her ear: Thor's groan. She moaned softly as she was dragged to consciousness by her husband's sleepy grumbles, folding her arms above her head in a stretch before she opened her eyes.

She rolled her head to the side, vision instantly engulfed by a blonde bed head of hair. Giggling, she reached over and pushed his hair back from his face.

Sleepy, blue eyes blinked open, frowning. A clash of dark, pained, misery hung in his orbs. He groaned again, bringing a hand to his head. "I feel like I've fought a hundred wars overnight." He grumbled, fingers working circles into his temples as his eyes fluttered shut again. "My head feels like it's been trampled on by a herd of Bilgesnipe."

Maria giggled, running her fingers through her husband's tangled hair as he tried to shuffle more upright against the headboard. He quickly gave up and rolled lazily into Maria instead, nuzzling his cheek against her belly.

Maria just lay back and watched him, stroking her fingers through his soft blonde locks as he pressed a kiss to her pregnant stomach.

"You're so hungover." She chuckled lovingly.

How much had he had to drink last night? Lots, that was for sure, but Maria couldn't help but wonder how much it took to leave her husband in such a state. Still, she didn't mind. He wasn't heavy, lying his head on her stomach. She rather liked it actually.

He must have a headache, she thought, trying to remember the last time she'd had a hangover. That had been a long time ago. Like, Earth, long time ago. Jane's hen party was the last time she'd been really intoxicated.

Fond memories littered the next morning though; Thor making her breakfast, letting her snooze on his shoulder, watching Lord of the Rings…the last wasn't going to happen here in Asgard, but she could definitely do the others to soothe her headached husband.

Thor just grumbled in response. A soft growl rose in his chest at the prospect of her leaving, but Maria ignored it as she straightened up.

Or tried to.

Hungover or not, Thor was still strong and she was helpless to resist him as his hand found her wrist and reeled her back to him. He tugged her back so she crashed down on the bed sheets beside him, giggling as she fell. He didn't want her to go yet. He wanted to hold her for a little longer first.

She was still chuckling as Thor rolled over onto his side, his hand across her waist as he buried his face in her neck and hair. He groaned.

Maria's small, gentle hand cupped the back of his thudding head, running through his locks soothingly. "I can go and get you some water." she said softly. "But you'll have to let me go to get it."

Thor bared his teeth against Maria's neck in distaste before he pressed a kiss to the same spot. "Never." he half snarled.

His stomach rumbled for food but he wanted his fill of his wife before that. She always made him feel better. Her and the prospect of their future children...his palm ghosted down to her bloated stomach, fingers rubbing gentle patterns over the robe.

He nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck. "I heard what you said to Jane yesterday."

Maria froze instantly, her hand stilling in his hair. Thor kept on rubbing her stomach, pressing his lips into the side of her neck. His teeth stretched in a drowsy grin, his eyes still closed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He listened as his wife hesitated, listening to the breath she finally sucked in. He wished he could see her face. "I wasn't sure." she finally confessed, her hand falling over his at her stomach. "I'm still not. I don't want to get your hopes up in case I'm wrong."