Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
The cold north wind had settled upon the little village, blanketing it in snow and ice. Being so close to the frigged ocean waters, many assumed it was nothing more than an early snow storm. But high above the cloud, a lone figure circled, chanting an eerie and sad song.
He was human like with six shimmering wings that seemed to be made of ice crystals. His kind was awakening again, but he was one of the first up. Having spent the past thousands of years asleep in the arctic, the God hardly seemed ready to go back.
Rather, he descended on the village, wings stirring the ocean up as he settled at the edge of the waves. They shimmered and disappeared as he waded in up to his ankles, content to sadly watch the oceans in which his brothers lay sleeping.