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[color=008080]"I guess this counts on a technical level. Although, you look more like a snack in comparison."[/color]

Sekhmet's lips turned up, and her face lit up with amusement. Truth be told, even the Egyptian Goddess had been caught off guard with their [i]'situationship'[/i]. Sekhmet scarcely remained in contact with anyone she formerly considered her closest allies during her self-exile - with the exception of Macaria, her platonic other half. After the Vietnam War ended, Sekhmet began roaming the Earth once more, the pull of war only somewhat lessening. 

[color=5A7B7B][i]’Only the dead have seen the end of war.’[/i][/color]

During her restless travels, she had crossed paths with Thor. Sekhmet quickly warmed up to his stories, developing a fondness and respect for the Norse God. There was someone who could seek the glory of combat without the insatiable desire for blood, something Sekhmet had previously thought impossible. Perhaps she missed companionship, she had forced herself not to think about the mortal whose heart she broke (along with her own in the process) now long ago. Now finding a tentative friend in Thor, that boundary was blurred the moment Sekhmet pulled Thor into the threshold of her hotel room that one night long ago. In bed and as company, they found solace in one another. 

[color=5A7B7B]“I agree, though I suppose it's too bad I'm not on the menu.” [/color] Their friendship had been based on witty banter, and the familiar comfort it brought Sekhmet was welcome. 

[color=008080]”Yeah too bad,”[/color] The God of Thunder snickered, reaching for the glass of champagne closest to him, only wincing when he went too far but controlled most of his facial expression. As he took a small sip and lowered it from his lips, he said, [color=008080]“or maybe it’s a good thing. I doubt anyone here — present company excluded — would know what to do if you [i]were[/i] on the menu.”[/color]

Sekhmet's smirk faltered as she noticed the wince. Sekhmet was a qualified doctor on top of being the Goddess of healing, which most people seemed to forget quickly (not really something she blamed people for). So who would notice someone in pain if she didn't? [color=5A7B7B]“Are you still doing the 'fighting the good fight' thing?"[/color] Sekhmet asked, trying to keep the conversation casual as she sipped champagne from her own glass. Sekhmet had learned of his nighttime pursuits as the Blue Crusader at some point during their nights together. In exchange for his efforts, Sekhmet volunteered her skills to heal Thor should he need it after a particularly trying night. They might have been a God, but neither of them were invincible.

Damn, Thor thought he was doing a better job at hiding it. He should’ve figured that someone who knew him and when he was trying to hide certain injuries so nobody around him gave him a second thought would catch onto it. [color=008080]“What gave it away?”[/color] He laughed, taking another sip of his champagne, silently admitting that he knew the answer to his own question. [color=008080]“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You always did know how to spot my tells.”[/color] 

And that was the truth. Very few people even knew when he was covering for his weakness and even fewer people knew certain mannerisms he had that was a dead giveaway. Only two people (not counting those in the Norse Pantheon) knew and one of them was sitting across from him. [color=008080]“But to answer your question, yes I’m still at it. Of course, I didn’t think I’d actually get hit hard enough for it to still hurt.”[/color] The shame he felt for allowing that thug to pierce his skin with that broken piece of a wooden crate still burned hot like the touch of a lightning bolt with the ground.

[color=5A7B7B]"I've had enough patients pretend to be well in order to get out of my care faster."[/color] Sekhmet remarked, not entirely a lie. Sekhmet was a fantastic doctor (not to toot her own horn), but her bedside manners could use some polishing.

Her gaze scoured his body for any signs of trauma. While Thor's face, and what she could see of his body, did not appear to be obviously bruised, his gesture before the wince indicated that his shoulder was the source of his pain. She couldn't very well ask Thor to strip in front of her, though the temptation to watch the reactions on people's faces was overwhelming.

[color=5A7B7B][i]’Something to spice up the festival.’[/i][/color]

[color=5A7B7B]"You know you can always come to me, right?"[/color] She reminded him with a raised eyebrow. She would have made time for him; she always would for her friends. In an instant she stood up, leaving their tray of small sandwiches on the table. [color=5A7B7B]"Let's get some fresh air; you look like you need it."[/color]

[color=008080]“Yeah, I know.”[/color] In truth, Thor didn’t want to bother her or put her out. He had resigned to the fact that his injury wasn’t severe enough to visit his favorite night nurse, but it was really about not wanting to bother her because of an error of judgment on his part. Now he was suffering because of that. At her offer to step outside, Thor mentally shrugged (he wasn’t dumb enough to do that a second time, physically). He stood up, downing the rest of his champagne, which really he only had half the glass left, so it was an easy two-gulp action.

As they walked away from the table, Thor leaned close to her ear and whispered, [color=008080]“you know if you wanted me alone, you could have just said so.”[/color]

Sekhmet flashed him a cheeky smile. [color=5A7B7B]"And miss my chance to play doctor? Never."[/color] She returned the teasing by dragging him outside, where she hoped they would have some privacy. Sekhmet sighed in disappointment as the garden appeared to be set up for croquet, a game she found a little too boring. At least he would have a good view. There was a bench overlooking the garden, just far enough away from prying eyes but not so distant as to miss anything going on inside the Festival.

She gave him an expectant look as she led him to the bench, still smiling playfully. [color=5A7B7B]"You know the drill if you want my special."[/color]

[color=008080]“Right, [i]the drill[/i].”[/color]

Thor, of course, knew exactly what she meant. To follow “the drill”, as she so politely phrased it, Thor started to remove his jacket which was proving to be a lot more difficult than he would have liked. All of the slow motions he made with his good arm were sending surges of pain through his bad one, but he stomached it. Eventually, he got one sleeve out and could assist himself with the other. Small, slow, gentle jerks was what was needed to get the other sleeve off. Halfway through, he could tug at the bottom of the sleeve even faster. When the jacket was off, he pushed it off to the side and did the same with his shirt, but it wasn’t as difficult.

Looking at the good doctor, Thor smiled. [color=008080]“Maybe you should take a picture so you can stare longer…doctor.”[/color] He only teased of course. There were cuts and scrapes through his torso. Old bruises from a week ago that didn’t really hurt. The most damning thing was his right shoulder. He had patched it up the best he could with a clean cloth and some ointment he bought a couple days ago. [color=008080]“By the way, those pills you gave me last time aren’t doing their job. It still hurts like a bitch.”[/color]

Sekhmet stood there watching - not as if the sight was anything she hadn't seen before, but her concern was apparent in her face. Has it really been so long since they'd seen each other last? What more was he hiding? She clicked her tongue in displeasure, [color=5A7B7B]"Well since you’re taking your sweet time, I thought I’d might as well enjoy the view."[/color]

When he was ready, she approached him, lightly touching his shoulder at first. Her hand began to glow the moment she touched his skin. As Sekhmet got to work, there was a gentle hum and a pleasant warmth emitting from her palms. She had been so distracted by her healing that it took her a moment to realise what Thor said at the end, causing her mind to come to a screeching halt, [color=5A7B7B]"I gave you the medicines a long time ago! It's no surprise that shit doesn't work!"[/color]

When Sekhmet placed her palms on his shoulder, there was a sensation that felt so familiar. It was that kind of burning sensation when he cleaned the wound with alcohol to disinfect it. Then it subsided and the warmth that came after was a welcomed feeling. It was…cool and comforting, like Thor was surrounded in an aura of compassion and all he felt around his wound was..nothing. It had numbed or maybe the pain was already or on its way to being gone. 

[color=008080]“It was all I had that might do the trick in the pinch I needed it for,”[/color] he retorted back with a stubborn huff that has become his trademark. [color=008080]“Not unless you can give me a refill?[/color]” He asked, half-smirking. He looked at her, feeling more warmth that extended far past her ability to heal. [color=008080]“Maybe I can make it worth your while…past whatever doctor obligations, I mean.”[/color] He let his hand slide to her leg, finger trickling along the bare thigh.

Sekhmet’s eyebrow quirked up in amusement, [color=5A7B7B]“Are you sure you can keep up with me for your refills? You remember what happened last time.”[/color] She challenged him playfully. When she felt that his wounds were closed and not as tender looking, she started to press down against his skin. Sekhmet masterfully pressed against his muscles, massaging some of the tension away. 

[color=008080]“I wasn’t sure earlier, but…”[/color] His voice trailed off, his smirk widening, and the tension in his shoulder fading as Sekhmet pressed into it. He had firm muscles. That was something the God of Thunder prided himself in, but she had firm hands. They could be gentle and attentive, but Sekh was able to be the beast that could sometimes tame the wild storm. As he let out a groan, one that was approving of her touch, he locked eyes with her. [color=008080]“But I seem to be feeling better. Imagine that.”[/color] He would say as he would mirror her touching his muscles by massaging her thigh.

Sekhmet laughed heartily at the groan Thor let out, trying to mask the goosebumps that erupted along her skin in response to his touch by kneading Thor’s skin some more.  [color=5A7B7B]“That didn’t take me long to get you to sing for me. You’ve still got so much tension left.”[/color]

[color=008080]“And so little time to do something about it.”[/color] It was disappointing. Thor, who justifiably was tense, also had missed this back and forth between he and his favorite of the Egyptian Pantheon. She brought out something in him that so few could and in a way that, if he was being completely honest with himself, made him enjoy life a little more. 

Thor made it a habit of being something of a ladies man. He was charming and clearly Sehkmet was very receptive of his advances so much he could feel the slightest vibration in his hand that was caressing her bare thigh. Leaning forward some, he almost whispered in her ear, [color=008080]“Come by tonight. We can…release some of my tension.”[/color]

After a final experimental squeeze of her hands, Sekhmet began to slowly move away. Fortunately, the damage to Thor was minor, and healing some of his remaining scratches and bruises took little time or effort. She released a breathy laugh in response to his offer, [color=5A7B7B]“You’re so greedy,”[/color] She sighed exaggeratedly before continuing.  [color=5A7B7B]“I suppose I could, it’s time you return the favour.”[/color] She teased him. 

Sekhmet helped Thor dress up soon after - not that he needed the help, but she flashed a knowing smirk in his direction as she did so anyway. They made their return back inside, the festival having grown a little more lively since they left. Sekhmet took a cursory glance around the room, checking for Macaria when she found the familiar smug aura from across the room. Her hands clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste iron on her tongue.

Sekhmet was certain that, by the end of the day, not even Thor could match her tension.

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