Thor/Glee drabbles - Kurt/Blaine, PG
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part 2
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: pre-series and pre-movie
Pairings: Burt/Mama Hummel, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 515
Point of view: third
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, "'Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe..." - first line of The Jabberwocky.
"Love, come on," Kathryn calls. "It's your bedtime."
Kurt pouts at her; Burt smiles, standing in the doorway. He's home early tonight, and so happy to be able to finally see Kurt before he's all tucked up.
"Daddy's home," Kurt hisses at Kathryn. "I can't go to sleep!"
Burt muffles his laughter with his hand. Kathryn simply pats the bed beside her. "Up here, Kurt," she says. "Daddy will read to you."
Kurt lights up, rushing over and bouncing onto the bed. "Really?" he asks, looking over at Burt.
Nodding, Burt walks over, settling next to Kathryn. Kurt crawls onto his lap, shoving the book at him.
"Poetry?" Burt asks. Well, the kid likes 'sensible' heels (which, Burt still doesn't know what they are, but Kathryn picked out some Kurt loved, so.) so what's poetry after that.
"Jabberwocky!" Kurt demands, flipping the book open. His little face is so fierce, and Burt can hear the laughter Kathryn is holding in.
"I'll leave you boys to it," she says, kissing Kurt's forehead and Burt's lips.
Burt stretches out, holding the book in the air above him; Kurt settles along his side, listening avidly as Burt reads. The made-up words give him pause, but Kurt yells them with force, giggling.
“Daddy,” Kurt mumbles as Burt tucks the blanket around him. “Am I a beamish boy?”
“The beamiest,” Burt promises. “I’ll see you in the mornin’, kiddo.” He kisses Kurt’s forehead and flicks the light.
Kathryn is reading one of her murder-mysteries in their bed, and she grins up at him. “Your son is a good boy,” she announces. “He got in a fight protecting a garter snake today.”
“Really?” Burt asks in surprise, stripping off his shirt and jeans. “I wouldn’t expect our fussy kid to like creepy-crawlies.”
With a delicate shrug, Kathryn sets aside her book. “He favors the unlikable,” she says, eyes caught in the shadows and dark green for a moment. “He told me the snake was only trying to escape, anyway. He provided the distraction.” She smiles. “Burt, your son understands about allies.”
Burt gives her a quick glance, then looks at the book; it’s a historical murder-mystery. Well, that explains her odd mood.
“Come to bed,” Kathryn says. “A hard worker deserves a reward.”
(In a year, Kathryn and Kurt will be in accident. Kathryn will die on impact; Kurt will survive without a scratch.
In a year, Kurt will throw all his books around the room, and rip the children’s poetry volume apart.
In a year, Kurt will scream for his mother, will talk to her like she’s still there, and will often fall asleep on the floor of his parents’ room, curled up beside his mother’s wardrobe.
In a year, Kurt will find a garter snake in the yard and decide to adopt it. He’ll name it Jori and carry it around like a toy, and tell his father that one day, he’d ride the Jabberwock, wielding the vorpal blade, and his mother would rule the world.
“Of course, kiddo,” Burt will say, determined to be strong for his little boy.)
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: takes place during 2.3 of Glee
Pairings: none
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 295
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any, “Life’s dangerous, man. No one survives.”
Kurt does not pray. He sits in the chair next to Dad’s bed, and he holds Dad’s hand, and he closes his eyes, turning inward to grasp the tiny little flame at his core, and he calls, Mama?
Kurt! Mama replies, the flame shooting upwards and spreading out, filling his entire body with warmth. Some of it goes into Dad, through their joined hands, making him stronger. Oh, Kurt, Mama says. “Child, when is the last time you slept?” Kurt doesn’t flinch from the fingers suddenly on the crown of his head. He keeps his eyes closed.
“I’m here now,” Mama says, sounding like the Mama in his memory, the Mama in his dreams - not the villain on the evening news. The Mama Dad loved. “Rest, love,” Mama whispers, fingers trailing down Kurt’s cheek. “Your father will be fine, I swear it.”
Kurt is exhausted. He’s weary, and he hurts. So he sighs, rests his head on the blanket next to Dad, and listens to his mother hum a lullaby from his childhood. The little flame dances in time with the tune, and Mama will make everything better.
That afternoon, Kurt himself has been awake for only three hours when Dad finally stirs. Mama is gone, of course. Kurt stands back far enough to let the nurses and doctor do what they must, but close enough to see Dad, to hear Dad, to feel Dad, and he smiles, diving into the little flame, shouting, He’s awake, he’s awake, thank you, I love you!
Mama sends him a hug and a smile and, I’ll see you tonight for your lesson, godling.
Kurt will do anything Mama asks, because Dad’s awake and knows who they both are and anything Mama wants could never be wrong.
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Avengers/Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: takes place between season 2&3 of Glee
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 450
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, Any, An unusual gift.
On Blaine's first birthday as Kurt's boyfriend, he really doesn't know what to expect. They've been together for half a year, Kurt's so very happy and excited, and he's extravagant at the best of times. Blaine tried telling Kurt he didn't need or want much beyond maybe a birthday make-out session in privacy, but Kurt's been smirking all day and Blaine knows something is coming.
Dad's assistant/boss Ms. Potts already called to let Blaine know his present is on the way (and it might even be something he can use - Ms. Potts is much better than Dad at choosing appropriate gifts), the Warblers have claimed him for tomorrow since everyone knows Kurt has first claim, and Mom cooked all his favorite foods for breakfast. It’s been a good birthday so far.
But Kurt smiles and says, “Come with me.” Kurt leads him to the car and drives him out of town, to a quiet spot halfway between Lima and anywhere else, and Kurt hops out of the car and hurries around, opening Blaine’s door and holding out a hand.
Blaine grins, ducking his head shyly, but lets Kurt help him out. And then they stand, wrapped around each other, with only the sky and sun watching (unless Dad has the satellites pointing at Blaine again, but he still hasn’t told Kurt who his father is, so he won’t mention that yet), and Kurt says, “I made you something.”
He pulls back, reaching into his pocket for a small wooden box. “It’s not much,” Kurt says, balancing it on his palm.
It looks like a ring box. Blaine gently takes it and lifts the lid, and it is a ring: simple, silver, a slim band with a twisty design over the entirety of it. “What does it mean?” he asks, holding it up for a better look.
Kurt smiles brightly. “It’s supposedly a protection sigil,” he says, shrugging elegantly. “I just thought it was pretty.”
Blaine puts it on the third finger of his right hand, leaning back in to Kurt. “Thank you,” he whispers.
“There’s more back at your house,” Kurt tells him, arms going around him. “I have it all plotted out with your mom and the Warblers.”
Laughing, Blaine kisses him again and again and again.
(Blaine doesn’t notice the ring glow, or the silver streaks that shoot up his arm and then all throughout his body, flashing once before fading entirely.
He won’t notice anything at all odd until he’s thrown into the back of a van and lands badly, and his arm should be broken - but isn’t.
Of course, almost immediately after that, he learns that Kurt’s mother isn’t quite dead, so it all works out.)
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: takes place immediately post part 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 375
Point of view: third
Prompt: Thor, Thor/Loki, gods
"Brother," Thor calls into the storm, "I would speak to you." No response, so he continues, "I met the boy today."
"And?" Loki demands, stepping out of the air. "Did he seem like a threat to you, brother?"
As is his wont lately, Loki twists Thor's favorite name for him. As it always does, something inside Thor's chest winces. He did - does - love his brother. He always will. But, with Jane's and human texts' help, Thor has come to see the part he - and so much of their childhood - played in Loki's fall.
"Both yes and no," Thor answers. "He has your way with words."
Loki smiles. For a moment, it is not his supervillain smile, but the one he wore when they were boys and Thor had caught some trick of his. "He is my son," Loki says quietly. "But his father is truly a good man."
Thor watches him; Loki is thinner than he should be. Thinner than he ever was at home. "Are you well?" he asks. "I noticed - your attack earlier. It seemed that your magic was lacking."
Laughing, Loki waves a careless hand. "That was a trick, brother," he says, almost warmly. "Had my son not been there, it would have been marvelous. But he was."
"We found the men," Thor says. "In pieces. That was well done of you." He, more than anyone on Midgard (save, perhaps, the boy) understands how possessive and protective Loki can be.
Loki nods in acknowledgment. A moment of silence passes, and then Loki asks, "What will your humans do with my son?"
More than anything, Thor wants to reach out, clasp his brother close, and make him realize that no one need be his enemy. Back when they were boys, it was so simple. "Nothing, Loki," he says softly. "The child is no threat."
He could be. Thor knows that well. But at the moment... he is simply the lover of Stark's son, and Loki's own flesh, young yet.
And if he were ever to become dangerous, Thor knows no human could touch him anyway.
"Thank you, Thor," Loki says, stepping back into the shadows.
"Fare thee well, brother," Thor calls after him, turning back to the storm.
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for Glee season 3; basic knowledge of Loki necessary
Pairings: Burt/Mama Hummel, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 215
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any/any, "If the only thing, what's important to you, would bring ruin, what would you do?" - "I would protect it. "
Loki knows that he is cursed. His children are cursed. Ragnarok will come, no matter what, and it is on his head, and his children, and the cycle shall continue on.
Liars are not to be trusted, even when they speak the truth. Children of the Liesmith are judged before ever they are met, for his blood runs true. So say all.
Even the most human of his children, son of a mechanic, raised in an eyesore of a town - now that they know, Thor’s companions will look for lies on his face, in his voice. They will look for falsehoods and twisted tales and all of the favor he gained before will be lost beneath the knowledge that Loki Silvertongue carried and bore him unto the world.
Mama, the child calls through shadows and flame. Stop worrying. He laughs, wolfsong thrumming in the sound. What will be, will be, the child says firmly.
Yes, Loki replies. He does not want to destroy the world, not at all. And whether the end comes or no, there are still plans and plots to be finalized, allies to woo, and mortals to mark as beyond touch.
Thank you, he says to his son, before turning his gaze again to the minions waiting for his command.
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for Glee season 3; basic knowledge of Loki necessary
Pairings: Burt/Mama Hummel, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, "I love you."
"So," Blaine's dad says, "I hear you love my kid."
Kurt smiles, saying, "Yes, sir, I do. Quite a lot."
"Hmm." Mr. Stark stares at him for a long moment, then goes back to fiddling with something on his workbench.
Kurt thinks about asking what he's doing. About why Mr. Stark brought him down here; Blaine is upstairs with Ms. Potts, probably talking about the birthday party tonight. Blaine insisted on throwing his father a celebration and inviting... well, everyone. Kurt knows it can only go poorly, but he's been nothing but supportive.
"So, you bein' with him isn't some trick to get to my team?" Mr. Stark asks, almost off-handily.
“I didn’t know he was your son until after we started dating,” Kurt says, knowing it won’t be believed. Not now that everyone knows who his mother is. It’s the truth, anyway.
“My kid loves you,” Mr. Stark tells him. “And I like you. We all do.”
Kurt keeps quiet, waiting. Mr. Stark looks up, meets his eyes, and asks, “Can you promise not to break his heart?”
And no, Kurt can’t promise that. But he wishes he could.
Mr. Stark nods, twists his lips bitterly, and says, “Get back upstairs.”
part 9