my innocence is torn
Notes: For the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr.
Title: my innocence is torn
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: silver
Words: 198 words
my innocence is torn
Thor's armour was like nothing Bruce had ever seen before. The metal work was excellently done and it was all sturdy and flexible; along with looking complicated to put on and take off, but Bruce had learned how to do so quickly and with ease.
The two of them had spent several hours with Thor showing Bruce where each and every fastener and buckle was located, how the silvery plates and mail all fit together. Bruce had traced the designs carved into the metal with his fingers before Thor had distracted him.
No one dressed like Thor did. His armour and himself were from a different world, and it showed. There was just something about it that was otherworldly. Bruce thought it was fascinating.
Maybe not as fascinating as the man who wore it; Thor would always win that contest. It was impossible not to look at Thor and think he really belonged here, on Earth. Bruce was still having problems convincing himself that it wasn't all a dream.
The very real feeling of metal under his fingers, the scales of the mail, that was real. He could focus on that. It was real. Thor wasn't going anywhere.
Not without him, at least.
FIN.
Title: my innocence is torn
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: silver
Words: 198 words
my innocence is torn
Thor's armour was like nothing Bruce had ever seen before. The metal work was excellently done and it was all sturdy and flexible; along with looking complicated to put on and take off, but Bruce had learned how to do so quickly and with ease.
The two of them had spent several hours with Thor showing Bruce where each and every fastener and buckle was located, how the silvery plates and mail all fit together. Bruce had traced the designs carved into the metal with his fingers before Thor had distracted him.
No one dressed like Thor did. His armour and himself were from a different world, and it showed. There was just something about it that was otherworldly. Bruce thought it was fascinating.
Maybe not as fascinating as the man who wore it; Thor would always win that contest. It was impossible not to look at Thor and think he really belonged here, on Earth. Bruce was still having problems convincing himself that it wasn't all a dream.
The very real feeling of metal under his fingers, the scales of the mail, that was real. He could focus on that. It was real. Thor wasn't going anywhere.
Not without him, at least.
FIN.