136 for the Drabble challenge??
(I’m assuming you wanted thruce for this)
(Also I changed the prompt a teeny tiny bit to better fit the situation, hope that’s not cheating!)
136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
Thor’s throat hurt like hell. His muscles ached just as badly. He’d been treading water for hours, now, or at least it seemed like hours. A storm raged above him. Whether it was his doing or not, he couldn’t tell. All he was focused on was the limp figure about twenty feet away from him. Again, Thor screamed the person’s name.
Loki didn’t reply. His body was limp. He didn’t seem to be awake. How that could be, Thor had no idea, what with the booming crashes of thunder and choppy waves. Thor started towards Loki again, but the more he swam, the further away Loki seemed to get. He’d been caught in this loop for hours, now. Swim with all his might, only for his brother to stay the same length away.
Thor gasped for air and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of bitter seawater. He hacked and coughed, kicking his legs in an attempt to stay above the surface of the raging waves.
Thor frowned and looked around. That wasn’t Loki’s voice. Had he imagined that?
No, there it was again, clearer this time. Yet, no one was in the ocean except for the two brothers. Who was that?
Thor bolted upright, panting heavily. Beads of water ran down his forehead. For a moment, he thought it was the seawater, until he realized it was only sweat. Someone put their hand on his arm and he jerked their head towards them.
“Thor,” Bruce breathed, gently rubbing his arm.
“Bruce,” he muttered, slowly starting to calm down. He was home, in bed, with his boyfriend. No ocean. No storm. And…no Loki.
Thor blinked and turned to Bruce. Had he been talking? For how long? “What?”
“I asked what your nightmare was about,” Bruce said softly. “You were shaking…”
“It was…nothing,” he shook his head. “Just…silly visions of, um, monsters and such.”
Bruce gave him a look. “You’re really not good at lying, y’know.”
“Lying? Who’s lying?” Thor asked, still breathless from the dream. When Bruce kept his unamused expression, he sighed and tossed the sheets off him. He felt like he’d just run a–what did Midgardians call it? A maritime? No, that wasn’t right. Marathon.
“Honey,” Bruce’s warning tone pulled him out of his thoughts. Oh, no. Honey. He used honey on him.
“Yes?” Thor asked, defeated.
“You had a nightmare,” he murmured. “And that’s okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
Thor squeezed the edge of his pillow and stared blankly at the corner of the bedroom. “…Loki. I saw him. We were in the ocean, and…and he was drowning, I think. I tried to save him. I did. But…”
Bruce wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay,” Thor shrugged. “I’m okay. I just…need to breathe.”
Bruce nodded and played with his short tufts of gold hair.
“Y’know,” he said, trying to change the subject, “I really do like the hair.”
“I know you do,” he smiled sadly. “I still like it long.”
“It’ll grow back,” Bruce assured him. “But for now, let me enjoy myself.”
“Okay,” Thor chuckled and let out a long, large yawn. He paused and gnawed on the corner of his lip. “…Bruce?”
“Do you think Loki could still be out there? I mean, in the past, he’s faked his death, multiple times. What if he did it again?”
“I don’t know,” Bruce said softly. “There’s a chance, I suppose.”
Thor nodded slowly. He knew it was unlikely, highly unlikely, but he had to hold onto something, even if that something was a lie.