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kathierif_ficTitle: Ties
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Sif, Thor/Jane Foster
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: transformative fanwork, should I just put this on the profile page, I wonder
Summary: No mortal human being on Midgard was able to hold down Thor - not physically.
A/Ns: Written for the "held down" square for kink_bingo, and I definitely do not know what is going on in my brain at this point. I blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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No mortal human being on Midgard was able to hold down Thor, son of Odin and Prince of Asgard.
It wasn't that they didn't try. They did, with tight bands around his wrists and ankles, and despite being weakened and robbed of his godly power, Thor had been able to escape from those bonds, and later, when he had his powers back, it became obvious pretty quickly that these mortals had incredible and admiration-worthy mental strength, but their physical bodies were no match for an Asgardian like Thor.
He liked it when Jane straddled him and tried to fit her hands, so much smaller than his own, around his wrists, when she pressed his hands into her bedding, but it was entirely on his own volition that they stayed in this position.
Had he wished to move them, he could have, for the Lady Jane did not possess the strength of body to hold him down. Instead, she used the force of her mind and Thor's willingness to follow for once, and not to lead.
Thor was a God who walked under mortals, and it showed. Even in his metal suit of power, Tony Stark could not withstand Thor's strength, and while Hulk was able to knock Thor down, he could not hold him there.
The only person Thor considered his equal in strength was Steve Rogers.
And yet, he admired the rest of his brothers - and sisters - in arms all the more, for they did not let their lack of physical strength hold them back from defending their home, and they cultivated other skills to make up for their weaknesses. Thor watched as the Lady Natasha bent her body in graceful arcs, like a flame of fire, and no enemy could touch her without burning. He watched Hawkeye and admired his skill with the bow, a dangerous weapon in the right hands. He observed Tony Stark use his mind's strength to escape from an enemy's attack, only to turn around and come back with a vengeance.
Thor would easily admit that his admiration for them grew with every second the battle lasted, and yet, he knew in his heart that, if they wanted to hold him down and trap him like Jane had done, they would need to use the same methods and rely on his willingness to remain still.
After the battle against the Chitauri, when he had brought his brother back to stand in front of their father and receive his sentence, Thor wanted nothing more than return to Midgard, to stand with his comrades and help righten the wrong that Loki had brought.
Restlessly, he paced his rooms when the door opened and the Lady Sif entered.
She didn't talk. She just stepped up to him, gave him a strong push in the chest that made him stumble back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and when he fell down onto the soft furs, she moved to straddle him, just like Jane had.
Her hands were like iron bands, and they forced his hands down. Thor grinned fiercely and tried to bring his hand back up, to remove her from her spot on top of him, but to no avail.
Sif was, in every regard, a match to him.
"Thor," she murmured, her lips close to his mouth.
She knew about Jane, about Thor's pledge to her, and yet, here she was, holding him down with the casual ease of a true warrior of Asgard. Sif was worthy, in body and in spirit, and Thor would do good to remember it.
"Thor," she said again, her grip on his wrists tightening until he could feel it, and Thor couldn't help how his body reacted to the close proximity and the display of power.
"Sif," he groaned. "I cannot give in."
"You cannot, or you don't want to?" she demanded to know, her grip not easing. She had him under her control in this moment, and both of them knew it.
"I cannot stay," he said. "I swore an oath, to Fury and to Jane." His body strained against her grip, twisting and shifting, but she moved with him and did not let him go.
"As Odin's son, you have to honor the oaths you swore," she said. "But remember, you swore an oath to me, too. You will return to Midgard, to fulfill your duties there, will you not?"
Thor nodded. "Yes. I will," he said.
Sif looked at him. For a long moment, they remained frozen in place, then she slowly loosened her grip on his wrists.
"Very well," she murmured. "Ride out to war, if you must. But remember, Thor, son of Odin: you swore an oath to me too."
And with these words, she stood and left without turning around.
Thor slowly sat up and rubbed his aching wrists. Sif's slender fingers had left bruises on his skin, and he stared at them for a long moment.
It was true, he had sworn an oath to her a long time ago.
She had let him go, had released his hold on him for the moment, to allow him to go back to Midgard and stand with the brave men he proudly called brothers and sisters. But at the same time, by reminding him of his promise toward her, she had managed to tighten another set of bindings, and despite her dismissal, she had only tied him down with stronger bonds than her strength.
He would return to her, he promised himself quietly. When the time was right, he would return to Asgard and take his rightful place, and he would allow only the Lady Sif to exert this power over him.
But until that time came, nobody would be able to hold him down with strength alone.
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Sif, Thor/Jane Foster
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: transformative fanwork, should I just put this on the profile page, I wonder
Summary: No mortal human being on Midgard was able to hold down Thor - not physically.
A/Ns: Written for the "held down" square for kink_bingo, and I definitely do not know what is going on in my brain at this point. I blame
ginny305 and the tentaclebunnies. (I love you!)No mortal human being on Midgard was able to hold down Thor, son of Odin and Prince of Asgard.
It wasn't that they didn't try. They did, with tight bands around his wrists and ankles, and despite being weakened and robbed of his godly power, Thor had been able to escape from those bonds, and later, when he had his powers back, it became obvious pretty quickly that these mortals had incredible and admiration-worthy mental strength, but their physical bodies were no match for an Asgardian like Thor.
He liked it when Jane straddled him and tried to fit her hands, so much smaller than his own, around his wrists, when she pressed his hands into her bedding, but it was entirely on his own volition that they stayed in this position.
Had he wished to move them, he could have, for the Lady Jane did not possess the strength of body to hold him down. Instead, she used the force of her mind and Thor's willingness to follow for once, and not to lead.
Thor was a God who walked under mortals, and it showed. Even in his metal suit of power, Tony Stark could not withstand Thor's strength, and while Hulk was able to knock Thor down, he could not hold him there.
The only person Thor considered his equal in strength was Steve Rogers.
And yet, he admired the rest of his brothers - and sisters - in arms all the more, for they did not let their lack of physical strength hold them back from defending their home, and they cultivated other skills to make up for their weaknesses. Thor watched as the Lady Natasha bent her body in graceful arcs, like a flame of fire, and no enemy could touch her without burning. He watched Hawkeye and admired his skill with the bow, a dangerous weapon in the right hands. He observed Tony Stark use his mind's strength to escape from an enemy's attack, only to turn around and come back with a vengeance.
Thor would easily admit that his admiration for them grew with every second the battle lasted, and yet, he knew in his heart that, if they wanted to hold him down and trap him like Jane had done, they would need to use the same methods and rely on his willingness to remain still.
After the battle against the Chitauri, when he had brought his brother back to stand in front of their father and receive his sentence, Thor wanted nothing more than return to Midgard, to stand with his comrades and help righten the wrong that Loki had brought.
Restlessly, he paced his rooms when the door opened and the Lady Sif entered.
She didn't talk. She just stepped up to him, gave him a strong push in the chest that made him stumble back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his bed, and when he fell down onto the soft furs, she moved to straddle him, just like Jane had.
Her hands were like iron bands, and they forced his hands down. Thor grinned fiercely and tried to bring his hand back up, to remove her from her spot on top of him, but to no avail.
Sif was, in every regard, a match to him.
"Thor," she murmured, her lips close to his mouth.
She knew about Jane, about Thor's pledge to her, and yet, here she was, holding him down with the casual ease of a true warrior of Asgard. Sif was worthy, in body and in spirit, and Thor would do good to remember it.
"Thor," she said again, her grip on his wrists tightening until he could feel it, and Thor couldn't help how his body reacted to the close proximity and the display of power.
"Sif," he groaned. "I cannot give in."
"You cannot, or you don't want to?" she demanded to know, her grip not easing. She had him under her control in this moment, and both of them knew it.
"I cannot stay," he said. "I swore an oath, to Fury and to Jane." His body strained against her grip, twisting and shifting, but she moved with him and did not let him go.
"As Odin's son, you have to honor the oaths you swore," she said. "But remember, you swore an oath to me, too. You will return to Midgard, to fulfill your duties there, will you not?"
Thor nodded. "Yes. I will," he said.
Sif looked at him. For a long moment, they remained frozen in place, then she slowly loosened her grip on his wrists.
"Very well," she murmured. "Ride out to war, if you must. But remember, Thor, son of Odin: you swore an oath to me too."
And with these words, she stood and left without turning around.
Thor slowly sat up and rubbed his aching wrists. Sif's slender fingers had left bruises on his skin, and he stared at them for a long moment.
It was true, he had sworn an oath to her a long time ago.
She had let him go, had released his hold on him for the moment, to allow him to go back to Midgard and stand with the brave men he proudly called brothers and sisters. But at the same time, by reminding him of his promise toward her, she had managed to tighten another set of bindings, and despite her dismissal, she had only tied him down with stronger bonds than her strength.
He would return to her, he promised himself quietly. When the time was right, he would return to Asgard and take his rightful place, and he would allow only the Lady Sif to exert this power over him.
But until that time came, nobody would be able to hold him down with strength alone.