Current Obsessions: Sylvia Plath, Hair (the musical), sunlight.
Characters: Danny/Thor (friend!ship)
Summary: When Danny has a heated conversation with his parents, he feels old urges arise. To calm himself down, he heads out to the stables where Thor is waiting for him.
(You got a professional-ish intro.)
“DON’T YOU “BUT MOM” ME, DANIEL TRISTAN ABBOTT! YOU ARE STAYING WITH YOUR FATHER THE NEXT TIME YOU COME HOME!”
“But why don’t you want me to stay with you?”
“BECAUSE I DON’T!” Danny sighed and took a long pause before responding.
“Fine.” He said, voice so soft, it nearly cracked. “Hey, mom?” Danny continued, an after-thought forming in his mind.
“What?” The woman responded on the other end, sounding annoyed.
Danny took in a deep breath. “Thanks for reminding me.” The swimmer hung up, not wanting to hear his mother’s response, and threw his cell phone into the nightstand. He ran a hand through his sandy hair. It was just like his parents, to send him away when they could, and argue about who would take care of him when they couldn’t. He knew that as soon as he got to his father’s, there would be comment after useless comment about how much inconvenience Danny was, how everything would be better if his mother took him, or even if he wasn’t around at all.
Danny hadn’t noticed, but his feet had decided to wander, the rest of him following. He ended up in the bathroom, his bright green eyes landing on the razor. The swimmer reached out, as if to touch, but quickly drew his hand back, eyes widening. What was he doing? He had put all of this behind him. He was happy now. He couldn’t just let one little conversation get to him…then again…just one cut wouldn’t be so bad…
“No.” Danny said, his own voice startling him. He jumped back, catching his own eye in the mirror. The reflection that stared back wasn’t one of him, or so it seemed. Just do it Danny, it called, teasing. What’s the worst that could happen? The vision’s mouth seemed to turn up into a smirk, eyes beckoning for Danny to come forward. “No.” He repeated before turning and walking out of Hanover. His mind was racing. He decided that he needed a break.
Not knowing where else to go, Danny went to the stables on the Hanover grounds. He walked in and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of hay and pony. The swimmer sat on a small stool and put his head in his hands, trying to get the bitter thoughts out of his mind. Soon enough, he felt something velvety and slightly damp nuzzle against the back of his hands. Danny looked up to find Thor staring at him. He let a small smile cross his face.
“Hey there.” Danny greeted him, stroking his mane. Thor whinnied in reply. Danny stood and looked for a treat to give him, finally finding an apple slice. He held it out to the pony, and Thor gladly ate it before nudging Danny in the stomach as a way of saying thanks. “At least one of us is happy…” The swimmer thought aloud. Thor looked at him curiously, a question in his eyes. Danny let out a sigh. “It’s just…my parents…” Thor nudged him in the stomach, harder this time, urging him to go on. “Neither of them want me, and they don’t exactly try to hide it. It just makes me feel really bad, you know?” Thor nuzzled his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “You like me though, don’t you Thor?” The pony neighed in agreement. Danny smiled, happy that he was wanted somewhere. He absentmindedly petted Thor’s shoulder, his dreadful thoughts quickly replaced with pleasant ones. The swimmer didn’t even notice the figure approaching.
“The rest of us like you too…” a timid voice told him, accent clear as ever. Danny looked up to find Weasley standing on the other side of Thor. The pony turned to nudge Weasley’s shoulder in salutation. The swimmer just stood and smiled while the red-head gave Thor a hug. After she was done with Thor, Weasley extended her hand to Danny. “Let’s go back and see everyone else who likes you, yeah?”
Danny smiled and took her hand in his, all previous thoughts of abandonment and worthlessness banished from his mind. “Yeah. Let’s go.”