Illusion (ThorxReader)

You were beautiful. And he was unworthy to be able to call you his wife.

The sun was beginning to rise (Thor hadn’t slept all night, though he didn’t feel an ounce of fatigue) and the glow of the sunrise illuminated your features more. Carefully, slowly he brought his hand to your face, curling his fingers to his palm and grazing your soft cheek, completely entranced by you.

He loved you like no one else. There was no way he could have feelings such as the ones he harbored deep within for anyone else that was not you. You were what made him worthy, what held him together. And he’d always be grateful for that.

He couldn’t help himself as he leaned in, leaving a chaste kiss to your lips. Even now they were warm, just like the rest of you. You were such a ray of sunshine and at first he didn’t want to bring you around his world, seeing as is was filled with death, tragedy, and despair.

But once you entered his life, the tragedies weren’t as bad.

The only true tragedy he could ever have was if you were gone. No matter how, be it you left him or if you passed on, he couldn’t go on. He was the mighty Thor, but he was only mighty, strong, and courageous because he had always had someone by his side. Frigga, Lady Sif, Jane…

Though you were the one that made him strong. You were his everything; you had much more meaning to him than Sif or Jane.

And no matter how many years had gone by, he still couldn’t believe his luck.

You shifted and opened your eyes slowly, realizing your husband had been studying you. You covered your mouth as you yawned, wiping your eyes after.

“Why ar’ya starin’ at’m…” You slurred, still tired.

He smiled softly, “Because I am simply entranced by you, darling.”

“What’s that supposed ta mean…?”

“Each time I look at you, I cannot help but ask how I was blessed with you as my wife.”

You blushed lightly and moved closer to your husband, hiding your face in his neck. He kissed your hair and rubbed your back, muttering quietly:

“I have this fear that you are simply one of Loki’s illusions… And that you are not real and that I have been living a lie.”

“Oh baby…” You kissed his neck and wrapped your arms around him, “I’m very, very real.”

“I hope so love. Because I would most certainly have to kill my brother if this was a trick of his.”

“If this was a trick, Loki would probably welcome it by this point. He’d be bored of this after so many years.”

Thor chuckled softly and held you close as you fell back asleep. He soon followed after, content in the thought that no, this was not an illusion. Your love was very real, and it always would be.