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Steve would count the numbers behind his eyes each night, laying in bed as he tried to sleep. He would start at one and go as far as he could, slowly drifting off into the gentle darkness.
1, 2, 3, 4-
Sometimes they were stars, others sheep, but mostly they were soldiers.
5, 6, 7, 8-
He could hear them, their chants, their cadences, their broken songs.
9, 10, 11, 12-
Tin soldiers by the fireplace.
13, 14, 15, 16-
Mortar shells in the unplowed fields.
17, 18, 19, 20-
Bullets falling from their clips, sparking the smoke.
21, 22, 23, 24-
Sirens wailing over head as the bombs began to rain.
25, 26, 27, 28-
Bodies laying in the mud.
29, 30, 31, 32-
Tanks plowing through buildings and homes, unyielding.
Huddled figures shaking in their trenches, eyes shut in prayer.
The red dress melting through the sea of uniforms.
The gunshot ringing through brooklyn, the broken glasses stained with blood.
One gloved hand slipping out of his.
Steve can’t sleep.
(this may be the first in a series but I’m not sure yet)
disney princess of your choice/thor…
(young Thor visiting the mortals)
Thor was grateful his jaw was in fact attached to his face. Otherwise he probably would have lost it. Now an asguardian warrior wouldn’t/shouldn’t stand with their boot covered in mud with their mouth hanging open, bug eyed and shocked, but, well, Thor may have been in love.
Just maybe. And Sif was going to kill him for it. If Loki didn’t first.
"Ye just gotta aim better," She was saying, her poofy mane of red hair bounching along as she ran to retreive the arrow. "That’s yer problem."
She smiled at him, bright green eyes and fiery red hair a perfect mix. Of Thor hadn’t been so impressed, so (dare he admit it) intimidated, he would have gatehred her up in his arms and kissed her.
"Y’all right there?" She asked.
"Yes, of course, sorry. I just… I have never seen anyone make that shot before." Thor sputtered. "Merida that was… Miraculous!"
She laughed. “Thank ye.”
"And your mother just wants you to get married?" Thor couldn’t believe it. "Does she know how much talent you have? How brilliant you could be?"
"aye she does, an she doesn’t care." Merida sighed and fired another shot, hitting the bulls eyes with perfect accuracy. "Me Da thinks I should make me own choices but, ye know how tis with tradition."
"That I do."
"D’you have te marry anyone?"
"Probably. My father hasn’t said anything yet but I reckon he will."
"Awful ain’t it?"
"Indeed." Thor grabbed for an arrow and took a shot, missing the bulls eye by two rings.
"Not bad, but lower yer elbow."
Thor did as he was told and nearly made the shot. “Merida, if you were my wife, you’d be the most fearsome archer in the world. I’d ride into battle with you at my side. No one would challenge us.”
She smiled at him. “I’d like that.”
They fell into silence, saddend by the fact that life was unfair and they’d probably never find someone suited to them. Merida would go on to marry a scottish prince or nobleman’s son, much to her dismay,and Thor would take his father’s place in Asguard.
"You’ll come visit it though, won’t ye?" Merida asked. "When I’m married."
Thor smiled and pulled her into an embrace. “Of course.”
And he did. Though she wasn’t married, she’d fought her parents, risen above all expectation, changed fate itself.
And when he saw her again, she was happy. And Thor could not have asked for more.