Thor/Glee parts 10-12: PG, Kurt/Blaine
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part 2
part 3-8
part 9
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: mentions of violent bullying and possible death
Pairings: Burt/Mama Hummel
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Prompt: How Kurt got the scar on his neck. (the one Chris got from surgery)
When Kurt is six, he falls out of a tree. He lands on the shovel Mama had been using to plant pretty flowers in the garden.
Kurt should've died. He'll realize that much later.
0o0
When Kathryn's baby boy is six, he falls out of a tree. She's on the other side of the yard, watching a dog across the street chase a cat up the fence, and she turns just in time to see Kurt land on the shovel.
Kurt should be dead on impact. The shovel bit deep into his jugular.
Kathryn throws herself forward, instantly at his side, hands on his neck, and seals the wound. She knits everything back together, until only a slight cut remains, mostly healed into a minor scar. Fatal wounds can’t be totally erased.
Kurt wakes up crying. Kathryn leaves everything in the yard and carries her son to his room, where she curls up with him on his bed, softly singing a lullaby.
0o0
Mercedes asks Kurt about the scar once. They’re in glee; Kurt’s been slushied three times since the first bell, locker-checked twice, and called fag so often it really doesn’t even matter -he doesn’t count name-calling anymore.
“Where’d you get this scar?” she asks, reaching out to touch it.
He leans out of reach, so casually it seems like he was moving before she even spoke. “Fell out of a tree,” he says, shrugging.
Mama’s been dead for ten years. Kurt’s been studying Norse mythology for seven.
Loki’s been on the news for thirteen months.
“Looks nasty,” Mercedes comments.
Kurt shrugs again. “Could’ve been worse.” He lifts a finger, tracing along the slightly raised line.
His back should be heavily bruised. His arm should’ve broken last year, when he landed on metal containers in the dumpster. His head should’ve split wide open, when he caught a stair after being shoved a month ago.
He’s lucky. If Mama was anyone else, he’d have died at six years old.
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for season 2 Glee; mentions of torture
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." I don't care for Will. Anyone else is fine.
"I'm dreaming," he says, kneeling on the dirt.
"Yes," his mother says.
"A warning?" he asks, looking up at her, then past her at the sky.
"Don't let this happen," she says, kneeling beside him. "You have the power, child. You have the knowledge." She kisses his temple, places a hand on his arm. "If this comes to pass..."
"It won't," he promises, icy determination and a pure, all-encompassing rage melding together inside him.
A dream. A warning.
A fresh grave and a stone with a name, a row of graves stretching from one horizon to another, a sky on fire and dirt full of ash.
“Don’t worry, Blaine,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss the name. “This won’t happen.”
His mother pulls him into a strong, world-ending hug. He wraps his arms around her and asks, “Will you tell me who?”
She murmurs a name. The wind howls, thunder bellows, and the rage in Kurt’s heart has a target. He glances back at the stone. “I’ll save you,” he swears.
He wakes up.
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: Thor’s awkward and stylized speech, sorry
Pairings: none
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, when we were kids
"Hail, Burtson," a deep voice calls. Kurt stops mid-step, then spins around to stare up at the God of Thunder.
"Thor?" he asks in disbelief, gaze darting around for the rest of his team.
How the hell did Thor sneak up on him?
"Nephew," Thor says, giving him the most delighted grin. Kurt's only ever seen its like on dogs, basking in their person's approval. “We have much to discuss.”
Kurt steps back (hopefully) out of reach. “I haven’t done anything worthy of arrest,” he announces. “Or detainment, or kidnapping to Asgard, so -”
Thor’s expression saddens. “I’m not here as an agent of SHIELD, or as Prince of Asgard, nephew,” he says gently. “I would like…” He sighs. “I’ve only seen my brother across the battlefield. Please. Join me and talk of Loki.”
“I,” Kurt begins, then pauses. “You,” he tries again. Then finally, “What?”
Inclining his head regally, an elegant move Kurt learned from his mother that’s apparently an Asgard royalty thing, Thor says, “I miss my brother. I see so much of him in you. Please, Kurt Hummel, son of Burt and Loki… share a meal with me and speak of the adventures shared with your mother, my brother.”
After a moment of just staring at Thor, completely shocked, he says, “So, to clarify: I’ll talk about my childhood with my mother. And you’ll talk about your childhood with your brother?”
“Yes,” Thor declares firmly, smiling again.
“Sure,” Kurt says. “C’mon home, I’ll throw something together.”
Thor continues to beam. Kurt finally understands why Mama always used to grin at any and all Golden Retrievers they ever saw.
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