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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
"Dyre! Blasted girl, we need you in here!"
Dyre startled awake, almost confused as to what was going on. At her father's second call, she threw her covers off her frame and donned a robe over her night gown. With no time to find her slippers, she ran down the hall towards the main chambers of the medical ward. She stopped herself by grasping on to the wooden frame, almost out of breath. "What is it? What's the emergency?" She stepped back in surprise as she took in the sight of Thor, bleeding from a deep gash in his leg, being supported by his brother and her father as they took him to one of the beds.
"Seems my foolish brother decided to play the hero and got himself gored in the process," Loki drawled, finding himself suddenly distracted by her state of dress. He was clearly irritated at being awoken at such a ridiculous time,
But not as irritated as Dyre. Had it been anyone else bleeding, she would take immediate action to heal him. "You couldn't wait until morning to play the hero, Thor?" she said bitterly, but set to work gathering up supplies.
"I assume you've got it from here, Dyre," Andren said. "I'll be heading back to bed now."
Dyre sent a menacing glare to her father's back which Loki didn't fail to notice. "I could set his hair on fire, if that would help," he tried, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep his focus on her face and not he very slight dip in her nightdress.
"No, leave it alone." She pushed her hair behind her ears and took Thor's pulse. "Still strong, but I need to get the wound sealed up." She grabbed a bottle of liquid from her supplies and poured it over his wound, making the god of thunder hiss in pain. "Oh stop," she chastized, "I haven't even done your stitches yet."
Thor's head fell back with a pained groan. "Do what you must."
She picked up a dry cloth and wiped away the old blood. "There are easier ways to come visit me, old friend. Prick your finger on a thorn next time."
He laughed a bit. "I'll keep that in mind." To keep his focus occupied as she proceeded to stitch together his leg, he kept the conversation going. "Will you be attending the Winters Night feast in two days time?"
"I wasn't aware of it, honestly." She motioned to the walls. "It's pretty secluded in here. Don't I need a fancy invitation to go to anything at the palace anyway?"
"Nonsense. Your family is always welcome, you know that."
"Apparently I don't. I haven't heard anything of any celebrations lately. Starting to think my father wants to keep me here my whole life."
Thor hissed at a particularly painful pinch. "If that's the case, the invitation is extended only to you. I hope you will accept."
She tied off the thread and began wrapping the wound up. "I accept, though it will be odd going alone."
"I am already acting as an escort, but I'm sure we can find someone for you by then." He propped himself up on his elbows. "Was that it?"
She nodded and wiped her hands on another cloth. "Keep off your leg for a day to let your skin heal itself." She handed him a vial full of a green-hued salve from her kit. "Apply this and change the bandages every few hours. It will help the healing process. The stitches should fade away with each use of the salve." She patted his leg away from the wound. "And now you may go and let me get back to sleep. As you can tell, I'm not dressed to entertain company."
Thor laughed. "Nonsense. It will be like old times."
"Or we could go back to the palace so I can return to bed," Loki muttered, not trusting the idea of staying much longer.
Dyre nodded. "Just be careful on your way back. Don't rip the stitches. I'm sure you two know your way out." She bowed and said her goodnights before excusing herself to return to her room. She made it to the doorway before a hand on her arm made her jump in surprise and spin around. "Don't do that!" she hissed between her teeth. "What do you even want, Loki?"
"To formally apologize for earlier this evening," he said, releasing her arm. "I was only teasing. I didn't mean for you to take offense to anything I said."
She studied him for a second, seeing if he truly meant what he said. In the end, she nodded. "Apology accepted. Just… don't tease me about that. It's not like I can do much about it from in here."
"As I said, it's an easy process. You don't need strings attached…"
"I'm aware." She shrugged. "I suppose when it happens, it will happen. No sense in being attached to something so trivial."
He grinned. "You really are nothing like other women. They hold themselves to a higher standard when they're still untainted by man."
She smiled back. "That's what happens when your only friends growing up are boys. I don't see the point in being proud of a lack of experience." Her smile fell a bit. "I guess if I'm approached and I hit it off well enough with the man, well, why not?" She thought for a second before she full-out grinned. "Who knows? That man could even be you."
"You should know better than to tease a man about these things, Dyre."
"Same can be said about a woman." She shook her head. "Anyway, you'd best be getting Thor home and in bed so he can rest that leg. I suppose I will see you two at the festival."
"About that, I'd like to inquire as to if you would like an escort?"
Her eyes widened slightly. "Well… if you are offering, then yes, I'd like an escort."
"Good. Those things tend to get very dull. I'll need someone there who isn't a stiff to laugh at my tricks." He looked to her open robe and the gown that showed a good portion of leg now that she wasn't kneeling. "You'll also need nicer clothes. Right now you'd make the most dignified man pant like a dog."
She arched a brow but closed the robe all the same. "You speak as if from experience."
"I may." He bowed slightly. "Until the festival then. I'll see to lugging my hero of a brother home. Maybe a day of rest will clear some of the bullheadedness from his judgment."
She nodded as well while opening the door to her room. "Until then." She closed the door behind her and leaned against the wood, listening to his footsteps fade away down the hall. She felt herself blush furiously as she dwelled upon what she had said. It was all true. She was tired of holding on to her purity. Her father had drilled it in her head that she should remain pure, but why? Dyre couldn't find the importance in it. Wouldn't a man want an experienced woman as a wife instead of one who just lied there and took what he gave her?
She shook her head, hoping that she didn't seem like a loose woman. She wanted sex, yes, but she didn't want it with just anyone. She looked out her window at the retreating brothers, smiling as she heard Thor's thunderous laugh cut off short as his brother nudged his wounded leg. Obviously Thor had said something to mildly offend him. The smile turned to a frown as she remembered what Odin had said. Thor was already courting Lady Sif.
Dyre sighed and discarded her robe before she dropped back into bed. Sleep did not come immediately. She stared up at the ceiling of her four poster, not really as upset about the news as she thought she would be. When she thought about it, it wasn't Thor she got along with the most. He was interesting, even as a child, but they never really connected. She rolled over and screwed her eyes closed, finding her mind drifting down dangerous paths.

"I know you set me up to do it."
"Did not."
"You did so."
"Now why would I do a thing like that, Brother?" Thor said with a tooth-filled grin as they left the healer's chambers.
"Because you're an insufferable ass, that's why."
"I'm injured here, take pity on me."
Loki rolled his eyes and clenched his teeth in frustration. "You know I don't know pity."
"Sure you do. Otherwise you would have just let Dyre come to the festivities alone. I just proved you like her." Thor was feeling some of the effects of the medicine. It unfortunately had the power to mask pain and leave the wounded in an intoxicated state. It was also making the god of thunder childish once again.
"You proved I don't want to see our friend alone at a time where we should be having fun." He curled his lip at the word fun. His idea of the word was vastly different than what was considered normal by Asgardian standards.
"Oh come off it, you always had a crush on her, even when we were children." His grin grew wider, as if he just remembered something he had long forgotten. "You kissed her then."
Loki's nerves seized as the memory he had buried long ago resurfaced. "I told you to forget about it. It meant nothing."
Thor laughed, but was cut short as Loki nudged his wounded leg. Even through the medication, he felt that. "Ouch! What do you mean it meant nothing? You kissed her!"
"I was a boy. I didn't know any better."
Thor frowned for a moment, trying to think through his haze. "She never kissed me. I wonder why not?"
Loki merely shrugged, not comfortable with answering the question.
"Does she remember doing it?"
He sighed, getting tired of talking. "How would I know, Brother?"
"She'd act weird around you. Shy or something."
Or something was the better term. "Dyre's not a shy woman. She never was."
"Not after we starting playing games with her." Thor stumbled a bit.
"Don't pass out on me. We're almost back. You fall asleep, I'll leave you here for the guards to find in the morning."
Thor scoffed, but kept walking. "You wouldn't do that."
"Wouldn't I? I believe I've done it before in the palace after one of your drinking binges."
He grinned again. "Oh yeah." He looked to his brother seriously. "You've never been drunk, have you?"
"Not around you. I've seen the joys of what it does to you and the others. I'm not a fan of it myself."
"We'll have to fix that then. It may even get you a woman in your bed."
"I don't need help with that." He kept them both silent as they returned to the palace and entered Thor's chambers. Loki threw his brother unceremoniously on his bed and turned to walk away.
By this time, Thor was fully feeling the effects of the medication. "Brother?"
"What is it?"
"If she does come to you, don't scare her off, alright? She may act tough, but she is still a woman."
"If she comes to me, I'll call her a fool for looking in the wrong places for love."
Thor frowned. "I'm serious."
"As am I. Sleep now. You need it. You look like Helheim itself spat you out." He closed the door behind him, cutting off anything else his delirious brother would add. He knew love didn't have to be in play for sex to happen from experience. However, he didn't want Dyre to just be some nameless woman he took to bed and sent away immediately afterward. He sighed and put a hand to his forehead. "Why did I ever befriend a woman?"
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