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bikerfaggot · 5 years

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Bruce wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Even though the set hadn’t yet started, the room was humid and smelled of cigarette smoke. He hated it. Open amphitheater concerts were what he vastly preferred, but those were hard to come by, especially at this time of year. His November layers lay backstage in a heap, piled on top of his car keys and Steve’s phone.

“Hello, everyone,” their band’s lead singer, who went by the stage name Valkyrie, greeted. Bruce drew himself out of his thoughts, giving the crowd a toothy grin. “We’re Punch Nazis! and we hope you enjoy our show.” She gave a whoop and produced a flask from her belt, waving at Bruce to count off.

He did, his sticks hitting the snare hard for the opening beat. Everything else went quiet in his mind as they played for the fifteen minute set, almost making him forget that this was their audition for battle of the bands. He refused to acknowledge, and by extent, get anxious over—that though, because he didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t make it. Sam and Steve strummed like this was life or death, so Bruce did the same, giving his performance an energy that he was unable to describe. He twirled his sticks between beats, double kicked the bass, and just generally turned things up a notch. Finally, it was over, and he was dripping in sweat, his arms and the backs of his shoulders burning.

Steve leaned in close to his mic and thanked the audience, before encouraging them all to “go out and punch a Nazi tonight.” Bruce smiled and stood, tucking his sticks into the back pocket of his jeans. The band exited the stage together and was greeted by Bucky, Sam’s boyfriend and the band’s occasional second bass. When he felt like it. He clapped Steve on the shoulder, excitement rolling off of him in waves.

“Guys, guys,” he said, waving at Brunnhilde to keep her from continuing backstage. “I think that that was the best I’ve seen you play.” His smile was huge, and Sam had to squeeze his hand just to get him to stop bouncing on his toes so violently. “I’m serious, the judge out there looked blown away!”

Bruce’s eyes widened. “You saw her?”

“Yeah, of course I did!”

He blinked in faux surprise. “Oh, I thought you just stood back here and ogled Sam when you weren’t on stage.” Bucky turned red and pointed a finger menacingly at Bruce’s chest, though he was barely containing a laugh.

“I’ll kill you, Banner. Don’t think I won’t.” Bruce had to bite his tongue to keep from snorting, and the two of them stared at each other in tense silence for a few seconds.

Bucky was alright, Steve had dragged him to one of the first practices and everyone hit it off really well with him (especially Sam). Bruce couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere, though. Maybe he looked like his mom’s brother or something. He hadn’t seen his uncle in years, so maybe that was it. Looks aside, the dude was chill. He could play bass better than just about anyone Bruce had ever met and his stone cold, yet somehow still friendly, demeanor fit in well with the group’s dynamic.

Bruce was the first to break, just as Sam started to hide his laughter from behind Bucky. Soon enough, the band was in happy shambles, the stress from their audition melting away in the hugs and shoves being exchanged. The next audition started, and Punch Nazis! moved farther backstage, where the sound from the set became warped and muted. Bruce liked the way it sounded back there, but it turned out Brunnhilde wanted to check out the competition, so they headed to the house, working their way through the thick crowd.

The band that was auditioning was fronted by a kid in a bright red hoodie who couldn’t have been more than seventeen. They were good, though, and Bruce shifted around on his feet with anxiety as he thought about their chances of beating the other seven bands who would be allowed in. If their band even made it through auditions.

He worried all through the next three auditions, his stomach twisting into knots and his head pounding. Steve gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder and leaned in close, the shitty stadium-style seat creaking loudly as he moved. “Bruce,” he whispered, eyes locked onto the stage, “we’ll make it in. Don’t worry.” Bruce gave a weak smile and nodded as his teeth started to grind together. Better to not get even more anxious, he reasoned silently. He let a shiver rack his body, even though he was still sweating from the heat and humidity in the venue. Sometimes the vibration helped to calm him down. This time the effect was mediocre, but he accepted it and focused his attention on the next band, which was coming on stage just at that moment.

The band was composed of four people with long hair, though only two of them appeared to present as women. Bruce’s anxiety faded into the background as his interest was piqued. The lead singer, a tall, dark skinned man with long dreadlocks, looked into the audience with knowing eyes, his gaze steady even through the glaring stage lights. Bruce got uneasy looking at him, like the man knew every single one of his secrets, so he looked at a different member. She was seated at the drums, her dark hair pulled in a half-up, half-down ponytail. Bruce smiled, though he knew she couldn’t see him, and watched her technique for a few seconds before his eyes slid to the next member. Her hair was inky black and came about to her shoulders, and her acid green bass was covered with the decal of a snake. Her lips were curved in a mischievous smile, again making Bruce feel uneasy.

He blinked.

He had no idea why he all of a sudden was so interested in one of the rival bands.

And then the guitarist started a solo, and Bruce’s attention was drawn in again. He hadn’t even heard the set starting, even when he was watching them all sing or play their instruments, until this. It wasn’t anything too fancy, no, but the solo finally broke through Bruce’s cloudy mind—and ears—to draw him back into reality. The guitar player, with his long blond hair, played like a god through the rest of the set, and Bruce knew, deep in his soul, that he would have to speak with these band members at some point during the competition, even though he was sure that they could grind his average playing ass under their heels.

As soon as they left the stage, Bruce became restless again. He motioned to Steve that he had to go somewhere, and darted backstage before the band could leave. He didn’t know what he was going to say when he got to them, but his heart started to beat faster and faster as he passed crew members taking their instruments off stage.

All of a sudden, he rammed into someone, and his heart stopped dead. It was the bassist, but she had put on a leather jacket since coming backstage. She sneered at him and he blurted a quick apology before stumbling over a compliment about her performance.

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Bruce,” he responded quickly. She intimidated him, a lot. “Bruce Banner.” The woman nodded, a smile starting to return to her lips.

“I’m Loki,” she said, and Bruce waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. She just stood there, her eyebrow raised.

“Well, I came back to tell your band that-” He paused, his tongue suddenly frozen. The guitarist had appeared behind Loki, and his bright grin was enough to make Bruce want to pass out right then and there.

“‘That’?” Loki prompted, unaware of the man approaching.

“Oh, uh,” Bruce stammered, “you guys did great.”

She nodded again, practically oozing suspicion. “Thank you, Bryce.” He didn’t dare correct her. He nodded and gave a small smile, turning quickly to return to the audience. Bad idea, he told himself, as the guitarist asked Loki who he was. “He said his name was Bruce Banner,” he heard Loki say, and he felt a pang of confusion. Had she said the wrong name to intimidate him even further?

If so, it had worked.

After auditions, Punch Nazis! was apprehensive. Many bands that they had seen were fantastic, and the band’s insecurity in their sound kept them assuming the worst. The official webpage of the Battle of the Bands was supposed to update with the bands who had made it late the next day, so the members of Bruce’s band gathered in Bucky and Sam’s apartment to have a “depression party,” as Bucky called it.

Steve aggressively shoved his tortilla chip into the guacamole that Brunnhilde had brought as he watched the rest of the group refresh Bruce’s laptop over and over.

“Guys,” Bruce whispered half-heartedly, “you’re going to break her.” He closed his eyes and listened to the excruciating noise of the group slamming their fingers onto the touchpad.

Then, it stopped. He heard a gasp, then someone grabbed him, their fingers almost digging through his sweater.

“Bruce,” Sam said into his ear, “look!”

So he did. And it may have just changed his life.

The first round was held just a few days later, all eight bands crowded backstage of the same venue that they had auditioned in. Bruce was nominated by his friends to check which band they were competing against, but as he approached the paper with the listings on it, he saw Loki again, and froze in his step.

“Ah, hello, Bryce,” she said, walking closer. “It appears that you’ve made it in.”

Bruce nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. She was still trying to intimidate him? “And you as well, though I-” His mouth got even chalkier as the guitarist, yet again, started to walk up behind Loki. “-I knew you would. Your audition was fantastic,” he said quickly, having learned from last time. The guitarist made eye contact with him and appeared to start walking just a little bit faster, though Bruce may have been imagining it. He got there in no time, though, and that was a big problem. Bruce would have issues speaking in front of, or God forbid, to, this man.

“Bruce was your name, wasn’t it?” The guitarist asked, holding out a hand. Bruce snapped back to the moment, reaching briskly to accept the handshake.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s Bruce.” He saw Loki roll her eyes with a flourish of the hand, and Thor’s eyes flicked to her for just a moment before he let go of Bruce’s hand.

“Excuse my sister, she can be quite dramatic, both in the realm of ‘melo’ and ‘over.’” That earned a quiet laugh from Bruce, who suddenly felt the room around them quiet.

Just like a rom-com, Bruce, he thought, smiling up at the still-stranger.

“Oh!” Thor said after a beat. “How could I forget to tell you my name! I’m Thor Odinson, the guitarist in Battle Axes.”

“Bruce!” Steve called out as Bruce made his way back to the group. “Who are we versing?”

Bruce flopped into a worn leather chair and blinked at his band-mate. “What?” He asked.

Brunnhilde stood and pointed at him. “Oh my God, you didn’t even check, did you?”

“Check what?” Bruce murmured, a warmth curling through his chest.

“I’m going to go do it,” she responded, rolling her eyes and marching off quickly.

She returned just under a minute later, her boots resounding dully on the concrete floor. “Guys,” she said, breathless, “we’re on in five.”

Despite almost being late for the very first round of the competition, things were going well. Bruce had a mild splinter from his first set of sticks cracking, but he had pulled another pair out without missing a beat. Literally. After the set, the band met backstage; apparently, a certain other fairly aggressively named band was just finishing their backstage meeting. Thor gave Bruce a thumbs up as Battle Axes took the stage for their performance.

Bruce turned and watched him make sure his guitar was connected to the amp, but his vision was soon blocked by a very angry, alcoholic college dropout. “You could’ve lost this for us, Bruce.” He looked up at her and apologized sincerely, but his eyes wandered back down to the stage, where a man with long, golden hair played guitar like a god. “Oh dear Jesus, Bruce! Was it him?” Brunnhilde seemed angry again, and Bruce realized it was probably because of all of the staring.

“Yeah,” he admitted meekly. “It was. Sorry.”

She sighed and started to walk away, gently knocking her hand on the back of his head. “You can’t date him until we wipe the floor with their band. You got it?”

Bruce got it.

Bruce wiped his brow and set the drumsticks across the rim of his snare, picking up the decorational set and wedging them into the back pocket of his jeans. Final sets were over, and now it was time to be judged: Punch Nazis! vs Battle Axes. The two bands lined up next to each other, and Bruce watched as Brunnhilde smiled at Sif across the stage. Looked like she finally got over the “mortal enemies” thing. He took his chance to look over at Thor before things got bad for one of them, only to see Thor already looking at him. Thor raised his hand in a “call me?” gesture, almost making Bruce laugh out loud in front of the judges. However, he knew this was going to happen because of all of the times they had snuck into the green rooms to talk in a quiet place and sat on broken amps backstage to tell each other jokes. Calling each other post-competition was the crucial next step.

Bruce subtly asked Bucky to switch him places in the line-up, and Thor started making his way toward the center as well, until they were only a foot or so away from each other. Bruce pulled the drumsticks out and handed them over, watching the way Thor’s face scrunched up when he saw the ten digit number scrawled on both of them.

“So,” he said, leaning in so that Bruce could hear him, “I guess it is I who will be doing the calling.” Bruce laughed, motioning to the sticks.

“Sure hope you don’t break both of those, too,” he jabbed, earning a gasp.

“I thought you said you’d never talk about that again!” Thor accused, though there was no real bite. Bruce shrugged, his attention suddenly being snagged by a judge walking up to the microphone.

“Alright, everyone. It was very close between these two fantastic bands, but the winner of the New York City Annual Battle of the Bands is-”

Bruce didn’t hear the winner, as he was too busy telling Thor that the event desperately needed a shorter title.

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nixie-deangel · 4 years

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Title: brontide Word Count: 5k. Archive Warnings: None Apply. Rating: Teen + Pairing(s): Thor Odinson/Bruce Banner. Character(s): Bruce Banner; Thor Odinson; Tony Stark; Steve Rogers; Natasha Romanov; Clint Barton; JARVIS; Loki; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes. Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Alternate Universe - No Powers; Park Ranger AU; Park Ranger Thor; Plant Biologist Bruce; Mild Angst; Bruce & Hulk Interaction; Hulk as an emotional support dog; ASL; American Sign Language.

Author: CaseyJuTardis, tumblr & AO3

Artist: nixie-deangel, tumblr & AO3

Link to the story.

For @marvelreversebigbang.

#Marvel Reverse Big Bang #mrbb2019 #Marvel Reverse Big Bang 2019 #Thruce #ThorBruce #Gammahammer #ThunderScience #Thor Odinson #Bruce Banner #Nixie's Aesthetic #My Aesthethic #My Banner #Image Set #My Image Set #CaseyJuTardis' Writing #Mine

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whatthefoucault · 5 years

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Critical Miss(ion)

a collaboration for the Cap Reverse Big Bang @capreversebb

words: @insomnia1999

illustrations: @whatthefoucault

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Adventurers Assemble

Perfection

Fic rating: T

Warnings: None

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Other Marvel Characters

Tags: Minor Bruce Banner/Thor (background), Captain America Sam Wilson, Captain America Steve Rogers, Captain America Bucky Barnes, Not Canon Compliant, Avengers AU, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Dungeons & Dragons Campaign, Characters play D&D, Fantasy elements, Original D&D characters, POV Multiple, Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2019, Art

Words: 23757

Summary:

When Bucky messes up on his second solo mission as Captain America he expects a lot of things – a write-up, extra paperwork, remedial training. Heck, even being fired.

What he doesn't expect is being told to play Dungeons & Dragons.

Featuring the Avengers as Family, D&D games, and a whole lot of snacks.

#cap reverse big bang #stucky #thorbruce #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor odinson #N E R D S #artist's note: i'd been wanting to draw a dnd party for these guys for SO LONG #and i'm so grateful to my amazing author for bringing their adventure to life!#go read it's adorable!!!

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fandom-star · 3 years

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💕🏆🕶

💕 Favourite Ship To Write This is very difficult, because this changes with whatever my current hyperfixations are. I'll have to say that at the moment it's human Perry and Doofenshmirtz, however it may quickly evolve into Sportacus and Robbie Rotten. (If you can't tell I'm at that stage in my life where I'm starting to go back to kids' shows I have even the slightest memory of!)

🏆 Fic You're Most Proud Of Another difficult one! I think I'd have to say How Queer for this one, if we're going off my AO3. It was supposed to be for a ThorBruce Big Bang about two years ago that got cancelled, but I ended up getting it done by what should have been the final deadline and it's probably one of my longer fics and I think it's the last multi-chapter work I did (I may be wrong, and this isn't counting my collections). But yeah, I really love it and I love how I characterised everyone as teenagers.

🕶️ Canonverse or AU? I adore working in AUs! I also love writing canon compliant stuff, but I love the creative freedom that AUs give me. It's probably something that lingers from my initial OC x character fanfic, and also the fact that it lets me create a bit of a new world for characters I love. I don't really know what else to say on this, I love writing AUs!

(Thank you so much for the asks @esperata I really hope you're doing well!)

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Stars with thorbruce

Bruce remembers his mother’s hand smoothing over his curls, telling him stories of how the constellations came to be. He remembers hearing soft words of using the Big Dipper for milk and cookies. He smiles as he remembers asking his mother who lived among the stars.

They were beautiful, surely someone had to live there.

His mother smiled.

“You will find it out, my smart boy. None of us know yet, although some of us have a feeling that we’re not alone in this galaxy.”

Bruce would look out his window every night and ask the stars who among them lived in what world. He asked how their world was.

Thor knew others lived other places. His mother read Loki and he stories of other people, how they lived.

His father said how Asgard ruled it all with a golden-hued hand.

He asks of Terran people, Midgardians.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with them,” Odin says. “Now go and train. A weak king serves no purpose on a strong throne.”

Bruce does not smile when he realizes that there are others out there, not when he’s been dragged in as a monster to help fight other monsters. Accepted, just this once.

He looks up at beings who look like stars for one brief second. And then they descend with a roar, and he knows.

He turns, letting Hulk take the lead.

His mother knew they were not alone.

But she could not have known this was the result.

Thor is…different. He returns from taking his brother back to…Asgard? And he is quiet.

Bruce just quietly moves around him to get his tea or food.

“Dr. Banner?” Thor asks, his voice impossibly soft. It does not fit a man who is as large and imposing as he is. “Can you…what can you tell me about Earth?”

“It sucks,” Bruce answers automatically.

Thor blinks.

Bruce does not want to explain why earth sucks. So he takes his naan and goes back to his room.

The god cannot leave well enough alone. He is knocking on Bruce’s door at eight o’clock in the morning.

Bruce answers in an old t-shirt that’s seen better days, old pants, and bags under his eyes.

“Why does earth suck so much?”

Bruce sighs.

“Go to the kitchen. I’ll explain there.”

Bruce goes into a long-winded tangent about how much human invented concepts suck and how policy makes everything slow and he can’t even fly in a plane because he’s deemed a flight risk and people keep trying to kill him and the unending guilt over his own mistakes will be his demise.

“Do you guys have therapy on earth?” Thor asks.

Bruce laughs.

“Yeah, we do. I need to find a new therapist soonish. Just hard with my…issue. Earth doesn’t suck. It’s cool.”

“Show me?”

“Uh…yes?” Bruce asks, blinking. “What do you want to see?”

“What’s your favorite thing about earth?”

Bruce has to think.

“Come with me tonight. On the roof.”

The stars are never as bright as they were in Ohio, which is about the only good thing Bruce can say about Ohio. It’s the only good thing anyone could say, really.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, never go there,” Bruce says. “Ever.”

“…noted. Not even for one of your natural…reserve park things?”

“Nope. Not even for those. You’re gonna get murdered there.”

“I’m a god, Bruce.”

“Ohio people only believe in one god, and that god is less jacked than you.”

They laugh together.

Bruce tells him all about his mother’s stories of the stars, what he learned from others.

“Do you want to hear our stories?” Thor asks softly.

They make a habit of going on the roof once a week, weather permitting. If it does not permit, they sit in the sunroom and have coffee, chatting that way.

Bruce learns that Thor was alive when Nikola Tesla was, but never went to earth.

“I was in training to become king, and Odin didn’t really want me venturing out too far,” Thor says. “But I heard that earth had some catching up to do. You definitely have us beat with food though. Damn.”

They stare over at the stars.

Bruce struggles to ignore his red cheeks or the fact that Tony keeps calling him “lover boy.”

“Nope. I’m not that.”

“Sure you aren’t, the rest of us spend time gazing into Thor’s eyes,” Tony says, batting his eyelashes. “Just ask him out already.”

“Get therapy,” Bruce shoots back.

“Are we talking about how we all need collective help?” Natasha asks. “I thought that was what Steve’s meeting was about tonight.”

“Shit, I’m not going to that then,” Clint says. “Do you think he’ll buy it if I tell him that my dog has a son?”

“I don’t buy anything, I grew up in the Great Depression,” Steve responds, coming down the stairs. “Also Clint, you have a dog? Since when?”

“Since never,” Clint responds back. “I don’t have a dog.”

“Good, Tony said no dogs.”

“For Steve,” Tony mumbles. “But we’‘re missing the obvious part of this discussion, which is Bruce’s love-life.”

“I don’t have one of those in stock.”

“Check in the back,” Tony snarks.

Bruce rolls his eyes.

“I don’t have a love-life guys,” Bruce says. “The only thing I love is dismantling huge corporations that are evading ecological law.”

“And also hanging out a ton with Thor,” Natasha responds. “Wait, are you–”

“If we have to talk about emotions then I demand we discuss Natasha’s thirsty tweet about Sharon.”

“My cousin, Romanoff?!” Tony yells.

Bruce takes this time to escape down to his lab, where Natasha is not allowed in.

“I cannot say with full certainty that she will not break in,” Jarvis answers. “But I will try my best, Dr. Banner. Hell hath no woman like a woman.”

“You’re just as bad as Tony with phrases,” Bruce says. “But thanks.”

Thor is down there.

“Why is Natasha locked out of the lab?”

“She told me that she preferred wine from California, she was obviously banned,” Bruce says quickly.

“I thought last week’s argument was you and her against Clint,” Thor says. “And I think you won? Clint thought his expired Kool-Aid was wine. That was a very sad night.”

Bruce freezes.

“Ha. Yeah. That was right. She’s still banned.”

“What was the debate upstairs about? I heard snippets about it. Tony said something about checking in the back? Is he mad about the fruit again? He can’t expect to buy strawberries and them to still be there.”

Bruce laughs.

“Nah, Steve’s having a group talk about therapy options for us. I think Tony’s gonna try and con his way out of it by pushing Bucky in front of him. It won’t work.”

As it turns out, Natasha has swift revenge.

She can’t break into the lab.

But she can make sure the two of them can’t break out.

“Until you confess the door is gonna be closed,” Natasha says over the intercom.

“Confess what?” Thor asks, looking nervous.

“Oh…you know. Stuff. Now you have to by six, otherwise Steve will break you out and then you have to say it as a duo. Do you want to tell all of us or just the two of you…alone?” Nat asks.

“Fuck you,” Bruce says, flipping off the sensor.

Thor’s nervous. He…this is new. He hasn’t liked someone is what is probably about two thousand years.

Bruce is…he’s different.

He likes the small things and rants about how stupid the smallest things are (like his least favorite spoon) and also looks phenomenal when the sun is shining and he’s laughing about a new story and…

Thor wants a forever. He’s known forever.

But he hasn’t known forever with Bruce.

And now they’re locked in his lab.

Bruce bangs his head against the table.

“Think Steve will break us out?”

Thor is about to answer when the intercom comes to life again.

“No, he won’t be,” Tony says. “I’ve managed to convince him to share his PowerPoint on what kind of fork he wants to reorder for the kitchen. He got passionate about what design he wants on the handle.”

There’s a muffled yell that sounds suspiciously like “no curvature on the handle!” and then silence.

“God,” Bruce mutters.

They sit in silence for a moment. Thor’s not exactly sure what to say. It’s not like they make Hallmark cards for “you’re the first person I’ve loved in about two millennia and I want you to be mine until the earth implodes.”

Similarly they don’t make a Hallmark card for “I thought I was incapable of love but now I’ve fallen in love with you and you’re a god and I’m a near-indestructible chaos-bringer.”

It’s a work in progress for the card-making interns, honestly.

“What did Nat mean by talking to me?” Thor asks. “I know this is probably gonna be awkward. Wouldn’t be locked into a lab if it wasn’t.”

If Bruce had had maybe ten minutes to himself, he would’ve come up with a good lie. One that he could say without shifting eyes or a stuttering mouth. But he can’t. Lying takes time.

“So I’m pretty sure I like you. As in want to take you out on a date like you. And I didn’t tell you because you’re a god.”

Thor blinks.

“Bruce no offense but you calling me a god and also seeing me at my lowest in salmon board shorts? Hilarious.”

Bruce gives him a face.

“You know what I mean.”

“And I was going to say that I like you, but you are a brilliant scientist who changed your world through discovery, not by force,” Thor responds. “You love helping others and you also turn into a giant green guy who likes food trucks and hates not smashing things.”

Bruce blinks.

“Did we–?”

“Yeah, we did. I also think this means we have an excuse to miss both Steve’s presentation on fork styles as well as his call for therapy, which in reality was only for Clint.”

The lab doors open. Bruce automatically flips Natasha off, but is met with Natasha flipping him off.

“Tony wants to talk to me about my ‘intentions’ with his cousin because of you, Banner. This means war.”

“Well now I have a guy who has a giant, unliftable hammer on my side,” Bruce says defensively. He grabs onto Thor’s hand, grinning. “Just try me.”

Thor smiles too.

“I believe I owe Bruce a few more dates, so we will regrettably be missing Clint’s intervention,” Thor says. “See you later!”

Clint makes a groupchat with them in it only to send:

:((((( guys :(

They don’t check it until the morning, after Bruce rolls over and complains that Thor has way better pillows.

#bruce banner #thor #thorbruce #lovelyirony writes #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #steve got a pinterest and now he's addicted :(#tony stark #natsharon (kind of)#clint barton #avengers as a family #who am i kidding they're more like a family of gays #all are awkward about emotions but have nice boots #the avengers are like that one tiktok about a 'gay household' and it just pans to all the pairs of doc martens at the door #bruce DOES commit crimes of violating the law but he gets away with it because corporations

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masonjar191 · 5 years

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ThorBruce AU

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Changed canon- Loki does not cause the battle of New York, it’s all Thanos.

Everyone is born with two letters on their wrist- the initials of their soulmate. Not every soulmate is a romantic partner, many are best friends, the kind you want to spend every waking moment with, and when you are apart you feel as if you’ll never be happy again until you are in their presence. Most are the same age, born days, weeks, or a few months apart. Rarer are the pairings in which the soulmate in question isn’t even a thought. Even rarer yet are when soulmates are decades or centuries apart in age.

Thor, the Asgardian prince, would live over a thousand years before his soulmate, a Midgardian by the name of Bruce would be born. It would be longer still until they met while saving the world from an alien attack.

8-year-old Thor snuggled into bed as he begged his Mum to tell a story. “About the soulmates, Mummy!” he thought to his own mark, displaying the initials “RB”. He wondered what their name was, what they looked like, when he would meet them and on what Realm…

“Well, Thor,” Frigga began. “Since the beginning of time, there have been soulmates, whose souls were torn apart during the Big Bang that created the Nine Realms. Every being ever born had and will have a soulmate. My soulmate is your Father, yours is RB, Loki’s is GM. You will know when you have met them because you will be engulfed in light and your marks will change color to match their favorite hue. After you meet, you will feel their pain, albeit muted.”

Thor smiled, dreaming of the day he gets to meet RB.

Bruce Banner was born Rebecca Alice Banner in 1969, a little over 1,000 years after his soulmate. From a young age, he never felt right in his body, leading to him declaring he was a boy at age 12.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a boy?” Brian Banner screamed that night. “This TO man on your wrist isn’t going to want to be mated to a faggot. God damn it, Rebecca, I won’t raise a tranny!” Brian hit Bruce over the head, knocking the pre-teen unconscious.

When the young boy awoke, he cried, knowing his father would never accept him. Why would Brian? All Bruce had known was abuse from the alcoholic, hell, Brian had killed Bruce’s mother in front of him just a few months prior. Bruce knew if his mom was still alive, she would accept him, she had always been kind and accepting of the “Queers” he saw on television sometimes. Bruce knew he was a queer, liking boys while he knew deep inside, he was one as well. He knew TO was a man as well, although how old, he didn’t know.

“When will I be king?” the now almost-grown Thor asked Odin. He was physically a grown man. Hel, even his little brother was in his late adolescent years and Thor was 500 years older than Loki!

“When you meet your soulmate, my boy,” Odin grumbled, becoming used to the question being asked from both of his sons. Hela had asked when she would be Queen, as well. At one point she had taken the thrown forcefully, only to be banished. Odin was thankful he had raised his sons to be peaceful rather than seek war. Or at least he thought he had until Thor went to Jotunheim to fight the Frost Giants that had interrupted his coronation.

Odin was to be entering Odinsleep soon, so he temporarily named the boy King, even though neither boy had met his soulmate. Truth be told, Odin had put it off so long that he was afraid the stress would kill him, but he could not force either boy to meet their soulmate. A temporary arrangement would be enough. Until Thor disobeyed him.

“Damn it, boy! This is why I put this off for so long! You are a foolish, cruel, vain boy!” Odin screamed when he rescued Thor from Jotunheim.

“And you are an old man and a fool!” Thor retorted.

“You are unworthy! Unworthy of the crown, of your power,” Odin cried as he stripped Thor of his Asgardian strength. “I hereby banish you to Midgard!” Odin hoped Thor would meet his soulmate on Midgard. He set upon two terms to end his banishment- either Thor gets over his selfishness, or he meets his soulmate.

After Bruce left home in 1990, he immediately began transitioning. The twenty-year-old scraped together enough money to start hormones, get his breasts removed, and change his name to Robert Bruce Banner. He knew his soulmate would be looking for an RB, so he reluctantly kept the R initial. He had gone by Bruce at school since he entered senior high. Then, he poured himself into his studies, earning seven Ph.D.’s- in Gamma radiation, sexual health, astrophysics, Nuclear physics, philosophy, biochemistry, and medicine.

Bruce had taken up a teaching job at Culver University as Professor of Biochemistry. After the 9/11 attacks, he dedicated his life to helping others, which led him to be recruited by Thaddeus Ross. Unfortunately, it had the side effect of turning the young scientist into what became known as Hulk.

While Bruce had once, and still, hated himself because he was born female, he now hated himself because he turned into a green rage monster if he got angry. He went on the run, sacrificing his testosterone for his safety. Eventually, he was found, but not before he attempted suicide to rid himself of the monster. Looking back, Bruce was thankful he had failed, knowing TO would never forgive himself if Bruce had died before they met.

Years later, after Bruce got back on T, although still on the run from the military, he was focused on providing medical care for others, deciding that even if he could turn into Hulk, he could use his normal, less-of-a-freak self for good rather than the destruction Hulk brought.

Thor didn’t meet his soulmate- in fact, RB was on the other side of the country, but he proved himself worthy by sacrificing himself to save his friends on Midgard.

“Did you meet RB?” Loki asked excitedly when Thor returned.

“What do you think, brother?” Thor snapped, shoving the still black letters to Loki’s face. “Did you meet GM yet?”

“Nay, though I hope I meet them soon, I’m tired of being a child by Asgardian terms,”

“Loki, as the Midgardians see it, you’re a child there too. I am barely an adult. If RB would hurry up and enter my life, that would be grand!”

“I am sure we will meet our soulmates soon. Now, guess what our dear father bestowed upon me during your absence! I am Jotun! Yeah, I know! He picked me up as a babe, but hey, I can do ice magic now!”

A few months after Thor’s banishment ended, he and Loki were sent on a quest to Midgard because a group called The Black Order were planning on stealing the Tesseract.

“Perhaps you’ll meet your soulmate!” Loki cheered as they departed from the Bifrost. “We are long overdue, us being over a thousand years old.”

“What about you, dear brother? Don’t you want to meet GM?”

“Yes, Thor, we all want to meet our soulmates. But, let’s face it, you’re older, you are going to inherit the throne first. You proved your worthiness, I haven’t, even if we have not met our soulmates.”

Bruce was pissed. He had been whisked off from India, where he was doing good for once in his life, back to the United States, back to New York, to find this Tesseract thing. But Bruce knew better. This SHIELD organization just wanted to experiment on Hulk, they always did. Why couldn’t Bruce have been born into a loving family, as a boy, and not turn into a monster?

“H-Hey I’m Bruce Banner,” Bruce stuttered when the quinjet landed and he met the team he would be working with: Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Erik Selvig, the Norse Gods Thor and Loki, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff.

God damn, Thor thought when he laid eyes on Bruce. That guy is stunning!

“Good to meet you, Dr. Banner,” Tony said as he shook Bruce’s hand. I hope that wasn’t weak. “Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled, and I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

“Thanks,” Bruce replied sarcastically. At least no one here cared, or hopefully even knew he was trans.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube,” called Fury. Thank you! “I was hoping you might join him.”

Captain Rogers spoke up. “Let’s start with that stick of his, Thanos I mean. It’s magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I’d like to know how Thanos turned two of our sharpest men into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys?” Thor questioned. Bruce wondered. TO? Could that stand for Thor, Son of Odin, or Odinson?

“I understood that reference!” Steve smiled, while Tony rolled his eyes at the recently defrosted Soldier.

However, before Bruce could test his Soulmate theory, Tony whisked him away to do research.

Thor decided to do research on Dr. Banner and found out his first name was actually Robert. “Loki! I think Dr. Banner is RB! Look, his first name is Robert!” he cheered.

“Now to get close enough for the soulmate bond to recognize. You have to be touching, right?” Loki asked for clarification.

“Yes! At the end of the battle, I’ll give him a celebratory hug!” Thor hugged Loki for reference, in his signature rib-crushing style.

“Ouch, brother, do you want to kill your soulmate? He is merely mortal!”

“Alas, soulmate Banner is tougher than he looks.”

“He looks like an anxious mess,” Loki pointed out. “I have a point; he is especially fragile! Look at how he stood, playing with his sleeves and picking at his fingers.”

“I will teach him that he does not have to fear, that I will always be there, his soulmate.”

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry,” Bruce calmly said as he transformed into Hulk to take down the Chitauri and the rest of the Black Order.

That’s my fucking soulmate! Thor thought as he continued battling. Eventually, Thor cut off Thanos’ head with a sword he had taken from one of the dead Black Order… creatures. It was official, there was no remaining child of Thanos. They had won.

Thor threw the sword to the side and charged over to Hulk, who was transforming back to Bruce. He was glad his armor that day was sleeveless, he wanted to see his mark change. He didn’t care that Bruce was naked, he was going to hug his soulmate, damn it!

The two were engulfed in a flurry of light for a mere moment, but their arms stung as Thor’s mark changed to purple, while Bruce’s turned red.

“Holy shit,” Bruce swore, then realized he was naked, and moved quickly to hide from the Avengers and SHIELD agents. “Please, don’t look at me!” he yelled as he pulled on some discarded clothing.

“My soulmate! What troubles you?” Thor thundered, causing Bruce to flinch.

“What happened to your penis? Blown off in war?” Steve asked curiously. “I knew a few guys in my time who had that happen.”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t afford the surgery to get a new one.” Bruce lied. The man was from the 40s, who knew how he felt about queers?

“And those lines on your chest?” Bruce blushed, hard.

“Friend, Captain, do not worry my soulmate! He will tell us about his traumas when he is ready, and it is obvious he is not ready!” Thor explained as he held Bruce’s hand to stop him from running. It also served to calm the man.

“Thank you,” Bruce sighed. He’d never had anyone stand up for him like that.

Thor was back on Asgard. ‘How did I get here? I was with Bruce.’ he thought, several theories firing up as he waited for whatever had him home.

“So, you met your soulmate!” Odin called out, walking over to Thor and patting his son on the back. “Have you completed the final part of the ritual?”

“W-what ritual? We hugged and then our marks changed. Is that not it?” Thor asked with confusion. In all his years, in all the times he had asked about his soulmate and what happened when you met the, neither Odin nor Frigga mentioned a ritual.

“Nay, my son. The final part of the ritual allows you to feel their pain and emotions.”

“Then tell me what it is so I can complete it!” Thor chuckled. Why was Odin keeping it a secret?

“Alright, my boy, I cannot keep this from you forever. To complete the soulmate ritual, the two souls must combine, so to speak.”

“Combine? How the Norns?”

“Thor, you are a young man, surely you have had sex!” Odin laughed as he patted his boy on the back. Thor’s face flushed.

“Yeah, definitely!” he lied. “So, all I have to do is bed my soulmate?”

“Yes, my boy. Now, you need not lie to me, son. It’s fine to wait for your soulmate.”

“Did you, Father?” asked Thor, feigning innocence. He may not have had much action, unlike his little brother, but he knew enough from Loki’s bragging.

“I would be lying if I said I waited,” Odin admitted.

Bruce almost Hulked out when he realized he and Thor had to have sex if they wanted to fully activate the Soulmate Bond. If he could have been dysphoric about his lack of a penis at only one moment, this would be it. ‘Does Hulk have a dick?’ he wondered, never taking the time to check, or perhaps he never had the thought. Would Thor want to fuck him even if he had… that?

When Thor awoke, he was glad to find that he had not left Stark Tower, where the Avengers had set up a temporary living space. Much of the building was covered in debris from yesterday’s attack, but Tony’s apartment was safe, and he ha a few guest rooms. Clint and Nat had shared, as they were soulmates and had already bonded. Tony paired Bruce and Thor up, though thankfully their room had two beds- soulmates or not, they had just met. Tony had his own room, leaving Steve to the couch.

He staggered to the kitchen and decided to look for food. Pop tarts! He exclaimed when he saw the delightful treat. He popped two into the toaster and poured a cup of coffee.

“You’re up early,” noted Bruce as he walked into the kitchen soon after Thor sat down.

“A warrior always rises early. That, and I couldn’t sleep any longer. I’ve been thinking about this soulmate bond,” Thor said.

“Yeah, me too. I’ve had one-night stands before, but it feels different when it’s with my soulmate. Especially when he’s as handsome as you,” Bruce paused. “I want to get to know you in other areas than the bedroom before we do that. I’ve always had an interest in mythology, and it’s not every day one of the figures you’ve spent your whole life reading is your soulmate. I’ve only read your stories; I don’t know the man behind them!”

“Which story is your favorite?” Thor asked with enthusiasm, he loved recounting his adventures, now his soulmate was well versed in them. This was a dream come true.

“Probably the one where you had to dress up like a bride to get Mjolnir back!”

“Ah, yes. Now that was awkward. I had never felt such shame in my life, not until Odin banished me to Midgard after I attacked Jotunheim because they ruined my coronation.”

Bruce looked at his soulmate in wonder. “I never read that myth!”

Thor laughed. “That is because it happened last year.”

“It happened last year?”

“That is what I said.”

“Damn, I was, uh, tearing up Harlem at the time.” Bruce blushed as he remembered the last time he had been in New York. “Anyway, can you tell me the story?”

“Why, yes, Banner. So, me and my brother, Loki, have always been extremely close. When my coronation was interrupted by the Frost Giants, Odin forbid me from attacking them. In rage, I disobeyed my father, and me, Loki, my friends the Warriors Three, and Lady Sif traveled to Jotunheim, where we were attacked. Odin found us, and he was pissed that I had started a war with the Jotun. Long story short, he saw me unfit to be king. I must admit that I was arrogant and said some things I regret. He put a spell on my hammer that said only those worthy could lift it, and if they could, they would have my powers. He sent me to a place called New Mexico, where I met a young scientist by the name of Jane Foster.”

“I’ve heard of Jane, she’s a genius on the field of astrophysics! I’ve wanted to work with her for years, you know her?”

“Yes, she helped me to get my hammer back! I saved her from being killed by a being known as the Destroyer. He nearly killed me, but my selfless act proved me worthy and I was saved!”

‘He’s so fucking brave’ thought Bruce as he listened intently to Thor’s story. Of his adventure in New Mexico.

“What about you? Do you have any adventures?” Thor asked.

“N-not any that I would be able to tell, bad memories,” Bruce admitted quietly. “Whether it’s my mom being killed, my dad being abusive, being trapped in this hellhole of a vessel I call my body and my mind, being the Hulk,” he listed, every bad thing that had happened in his life flashing back to him. The only good times he had were in science labs, studying science.

“What’s wrong with your body? You’re incredibly handsome, Bruce. I don’t care I you have a penis or not. You’re still a man in my eyes.”

“It, uh, wasn’t blasted off in war. I never had one. These scars on my chest?” Bruce started, pulling his shirt off as he pointed to the thin lines lining the bottoms of his pecs. “Were from when I had my chest tissue surgically removed. Thor, I was born female.” Bruce’s eyes burned with the beginnings of tears, he could feel Hulk thundering in the back of his mind, begging to be released.

“HULK SMASH” he yelled in Hulk’s voice, before slipping back into Banner-mode. He threw his fists down onto the bed as he flopped onto it. His skin turned green but otherwise, he was still Banner. Hyperventilating, the years of ridicule he had faced at the hands of his father, and later Ross, flashed before his eyes.

“Bruce, you’re okay. I’m totally fine with it! These feelings are common on Asgard! If I could pass as a woman to a Giant, you sure as Hel can as a man. And you are a man, you aren’t pretending like I was pretending to be a woman.”

“Thanks.” Bruce took the compliment, not quite believing it. He hasn’t properly accepted a compliment in years, knowing from experience that trust would lead him to betrayal in the end.

“I mean it, Bruce. I would never lie to you; you have my word.”

Bruce spits blood as he takes yet another punch. “God damn it, Becca, how many times do I have to beat it into your head that you ain’t a boy?” Brian snarls, before punching Bruce again.

“Gee, why don’t ya punch me again, see if that does it?” Bruce yells, sarcasm dripping from his busted lips. Brian follows the request, breaking his child’s nose. Bruce’s head snaps back, hitting the concrete floor, knocking him out.

Except he doesn’t. Instead of going unconscious, Bruce transforms into the Hulk, growing in size until he stood, seven feet tall, green, still bleeding. “What the hell, girl?” Brian swears before Bruce snaps, forcing his father into the concrete. SMASH. SMASH. SMASH!

“Y-you punch like a girl. Oh wait, you are one, even if you’re a fuckin monster inside.”

Bruce wakes suddenly. He never was present for his father’s death, being deep in research at that point. He hadn’t even gone to the funeral, knowing his relatives would still see Bruce as the little girl he had always been in their eyes. Even if his curly locks had long been cut, and he had stubble along his jaw, and he had recently gotten top surgery, they would still call him Rebecca.

Yet, his mind, since he had turned into Hulk, liked to show scenes of him Hulking out on Brian, killing him, even though the man had died in real life from old age. Even in death, the man still hated his child. No, hate wasn’t strong enough a word. Brian despised Bruce.

Bruce didn’t realize he was crying until he couldn’t breathe, his sobs choking him, sending him into a panic attack. “Thor! Thor!” he managed to scream, throat dry, closing up, his fingernails clawing at his forearms.

“Banner?” Thor mumbled as he awoke, exhaustion still in his bass voice. “What’s wrong?” he reached over to turn on a light, only to see the smaller man shaking and scratching himself. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s fine. I’m here, you’re not in danger!”

Bruce jumps back at Thor’s fingers touching his bare chest. “Don’t hurt me!” he cries. “Dad, no! Okay, fine, I’m a fucking girl, I’ll never be a man!”

“Shhhh, the sun’s getting low, I won’t hurt you, you’ll never be hurt again. Your father is dead.” Thor reaches out to calm the man the way he used to calm Loki when the God of Mischief woke from nightmares. At first, Bruce flinches but then accepts the soft touch of Thor rubbing his back and brushing his hair from his face. Thor allows Bruce to cry into his chest, let the tears fall as his panic attack fades. “Bruce, my love, are you okay?”

“N-no. My dad,” he stutters. His face burns even harder than it was from his panic attack.

“Is dead, sweetheart. He won’t hurt you; I won’t allow it. If anyone hurts you, I will kill them. I’ve slain more enemies than the number of years I’ve been alive, that bastard won’t be the first nor the last.”

Bruce looks down at his wrists, skin torn and bleeding. He frowns, feeling the sting of his tears and sweat mixing with the wounds.

“Ah, I shall kiss them better,” Thor remarks, before running his lips over each and every mark. To Bruce’s amazement, the blood stops running, and each line turns white before disappearing completely.

“Can soulmates just do that?” Bruce asks.

“No, I don’t think so. However, I can. When Loki and I were small, my mother would kiss our battle injuries away, and by that, I mean the wounds from when Loki stabbed me. I guess I inherited her magic. Ironic, since Loki is the one of us that can perform spells.”

“Kiss all of my pain away,” Bruce smiles as he pecks the God on the lips. Thor quickly deepens the kiss as the two lean back so Thor straddles Bruce.

“Are you okay, my love?” Thor asks with concern. He feels a massive pleasure course throughout his body like lightning, but he can stop if his soulmate is too uncomfortable.

“I’m okay,” Bruce whispers. “I’ll tell you if my dysphoria gets to be too much.”

Bruce wakes the next morning and smiles at his soulmate, his naked form covered by their comforter. They had officially completed the soulmate bond.

#thorbruce #trans bruce #gammahammer #thunderscience #thor #bruce banner #dysphoria #cw:slurs #cw:abuse #cw: panic attacks

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Ice Planet Chapter 3 - Storm

(A.N: Thorbruce week 2019 day 3! Prompt - Storm. This fic is part of a series called Ice Planet that you can find the rest on my blog, or on my ao3 teamthor. But if you only want to read this chapter, the basic premise is that thor and hulk are stranded on a planet of ice post-ragnarok, and their ship is currently wedged between a ravine.)

"Hello, brother."

Thor awoke with a start at the sound of the voice, low and threatening against his ear. The spaceship walls seemed to stretch and grow in the dark, twisting in and out of the shadows in front of him.

He couldn't see where the voice came from. He couldn't really see much of anything. Not the sky, not the stars, and more alarmingly the reassuring mountain of green that he'd spent the night with seemed to have disappeared entirely.

He opened his mouth to call out, but was met with silence in return. His throat felt tight, the words frantically trying to claw their way out into the open air, but dying into pained whispers before they could touch the cold atmosphere that stretched out in front of him.

His muscles twitched, fighting to get up, but...nothing.

If he had to describe it, it was a little like the grandmasters disk had been forced back into his neck. Tendrils of electricity paralysing his muscles, silencing his voice, keeping him pinned and muted against the uncomfortable floor.

"Poor, poor Thor. You're rather pathetic without your friend to help, aren't you?"

The voice came again, the mocking tones accompanied by the slow sound of heeled footsteps heading in his direction. He couldn't see beyond the ceiling staring back at him, couldn't move his neck to turn and look, but he knew who that voice belonged to.

"Such a shame." Hela's voice drawled, and he fought back a flinch at the sound of the cold metal biting the night air - the sound of a sword materialising out of the dark.

He felt the prick of the blade poke against his throat, not enough to draw blood, but enough. Enough. Ice cold fear gripped his veins as the sword made its way up to his face, cutting a fine line of shadow against his skin. Knees met his chest, the weight of his failure laid over him, the weight of his city, his home, burning in front of his eyes stole his breath and pounded against his ribs. The ashes of Asgard clogged in his throat, as the dagger brushed almost cruelly gently against his eye.

Hela chuckled, darker than the night sky itself. He almost wished she'd say something. Give an evil speech, an evil cackle, an evil something. Anything. Anything but the silence and the waiting for the blade to fall. Anything but that.

The sword fell across his face.

Asgard burned.

Thor woke, cold and somehow sweaty, shooting to his feet the moment his world stopped spinning. Adrenaline thudded through his veins as blankets tumbled to the floor, and he staggered towards the light of the moon and the stars and somewhere, somewhere far out there was home. Home wasn't gone. It was different now, a crawling spacecraft packed with Asgardians and Sakaarians, but still there.

Still there.

Hela was gone. He was okay.

Thor groaned quietly, lowering himself carefully back onto the floor. Shaking fingertips brushed the heavy material of his eyepatch, traced around the dark spot of vision that honestly he was still getting used to. Dark metal met scarred flesh as his hand made its way carefully down his face, reaffirming memories that didn't need revising. They never would. The one thing he could truly be sure about now was that he wasn't going to forget about his home. The golden spires crumbling under Sutur's sword. The fire and brimstone and sulfur choking his lungs would never leave him, not really.

It was just another thing to add to the list. Loki’s face as he fell into the chasm above the bifrost. His mother’s prone body, cradled in his father’s arms. Odin himself, even, disappearing into golden flakes over the horizon of somewhere he’d told him was home. His mouth tasted bitter at that particular memory.

He knew he was supposed to be sad. And he was. He’d lost Odin, his father, the constant force in his life that had guided him through so much. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling of anger that clenched at his soul, sometimes.

Times like now, when it was the early hours of the morning. Hulk wasn’t awake - no one was awake - no one to keep his mind from wandering to just how unfair things were. Frigga had never had the opportunity to say goodbye, not really. Odin had. He’d had months where he could’ve said something, anything, anything outside of an ‘I love you’ that came years too late.

It hurt. Faded, somewhat, when Loki had been coaxed into that reluctant hug back aboard the Statesman. But it still stung.

Memories were something Thor had decided long ago wouldn’t be kind to him. That’s why he lived in the now, in the present, and that was the blinding light where he began to force his mind to crawl towards. He didn’t have time to dwell on the past, not now. Right now, his concern lay with the ship, and it’s frankly precarious position.

“Hulk? Hulk, come on. Wake up”

Thor pulled back a layer of blanket, peeking through the woolen shields to find a green face, scrunching up against what little light of day they had.

“Hngh. Too early.” Hulk rolled over, twisting away from Thor with an irritated grunt.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Oh, come off it. You’re the Grand Champion.”

Thor neatly stepped around the large mound of blankets, crouching down until blue eyes met green.

“I sincerely doubt an early morning is above your strengths. Now, up. I need you to help me move the ship.”

To his credit, Hulk did eventually clamber out of his fortress of blankets. He looked a little put out at being woken up from his sleep (even more put out when he saw the state of the sky outside, still black and speckled with stars, like salt sprinkled on a tile of slate), scowling and muttering various threats and grievances to himself until he was stood at Thor’s side, trying to see what was so interesting about the window outside that the demi-god was currently staring at.

It wasn’t much, out there. If he was being totally honest with himself, Thor was beginning to find it a little difficult staying positive throughout all this. The storm still raged, the cold still bit, and his eye hadn’t quite managed to rid itself from the phantom sting of Hela’s sword. But, that wasn’t exactly new. Not to him, at least.

He hadn’t quite had the heart to tell Bruce or the medics about it, because what would be the point? His eye was gone. That was that. No amount of healing magic could knit the flesh back together, could banish the blind spot from the right side of his vision. It was over and done with. If it stung, it stung - and that was all there was to it.

Still, it was a little concerning that the ache hadn’t dissipated yet. That in itself was part of the reason why he was so anxious to get back to the ship. That, and freezing to death after his homeworld had just been set on fire was a little too ironic of a way to go out for his taste.

“Okay, Hulk up. Now what?” Hulk stifled a yawn with the back of his hand, nudging Thor out of his momentary stupor with one large shoulder in a gesture that felt just north of being clouted by a bag of bricks.

“Well, we can’t really stay here. Look at it out there - it isn’t safe.” Thor’s hands moved to cling to his arms, sighing softly as he watched the storm.

His element. The thing he was supposed to control, to harness, to cast upon enemies and to bend to his will. He watched it rage outside of the window, and tentatively pressed a hand against the glass, feeling for the familiar bite of his fingertips that meant that it was listening.

It wasn’t.

“Look - regardless of who has the most strength between us, we can both agree that we’re the strongest avengers, correct?”

Hulk tilted his head, blinking as he thought over the question thoroughly.

“Both strong…” He nodded, pausing briefly as his face broke into a toothy smile. “But Hulk stronger.”

“Oh yes, incredibly strong. Look at you, up by dawn and everything.” Thor rolled his eyes, but his traitorous face couldn’t really help but twitch up in a grin at Hulk’s enthusiasm.

“Regardless of who’s actually the strongest, we’re both pretty strong. Strong enough to lift this thing, given the right positioning.”

“Why lift it? Ship fine.”

And to prove it, Hulk took what was clearly the most reasonable course of action and pounded his fist against the metal, the loud bang that followed forcing his shoulders up in a tight flinch.

"Hey- hey! Careful!"

Thor's hand shot out, tugging Hulk back away from the sides of the ship with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, you may be able to survive a fall from this height, but I can't. So we need to lift the ship."

"Pff. Like to see Blondie try."

"Oh, don't you worry, my big green friend." Thor chuckled, albeit a little emptily as he eyed the brewing storm in front of them.

"I have a plan."

***

With each gust of wind sending a thousand icey needles into his skin, and the daunting chasm that he’d very nearly taken a freestyle dive into just last night laying before his feet, it was understandable that Thor wasn’t quite as confident about this plan as he had been.

Explaining it to Hulk, he’d sounded perfectly reasonable.

It’ll be fine, Hulk. I’ll just hop on up to the cliffside and wait until a lightning bolt hits the ship, and then I’ll grab it defying all laws of physics, and things will be absolutely a-ok.

He’d even given him a thumbs up, he’d been so confident. But now, as he stared at the dark storm clouds brewing in the distance, he couldn’t help but feel he’d been a tad overzealous with his description. Especially considering his powers hadn’t been all that obedient lately.

Without mjolnir, the storm just didn’t seem to listen to him. Or at least, not in the way it had.

Before, it had been controlled - a perfectly tameable beast, that would be summoned by a wave of his hammer and that would be that. But now, it seemed to have shifted into something else. Something that, although he’d never admit it, Thor was a little afraid of. It reminded him too much of his nights as a child, laying wide awake and listening to the storms echoing above his chambers, wondering which bolt would be the one to ignite the golden tower and set his home ablaze.

When he’d summoned the storm to fight Hela, there had been a sickening feeling in his stomach afterwards that maybe it wouldn’t let him go. Maybe the lightning would keep firing, arcs of burning light continuing to light his veins until they drained dry entirely.

Maybe this gift would be the death of him.

If it was ever a gift in the first place, and not just another destiny that had been piled on top of him, another weight stacked onto his back that he was expected to hold, another burden he was supposed to carry with his head held high and a golden smile plastered across his face.

“Ok, Hulk ready.”

Hulk’s voice crackled from the radio strapped to his arm, the loud volume a sharp but not entirely unwelcome break from his thoughts.

“Alright. Let’s go over the plan one more time, because I do not want to risk electrocuting you.”

He could almost hear Hulk’s frustrated scowl from the other side of the phone, but he seemed to be keeping his promise not to smash the one radio set they’d been able to find, and soon Hulk’s voice came again after a loud burst of static.

“Hulk punch ship, get it to move. Lightning hit ship, Thor grab. Thor pull. Hulk jump up after Blondie let go,”

Hulk’s voice wavered for a moment, and a particularly nasty part of Thor’s imagination decided to supply him with the vision of Hulk, alone on a rocky outcrop, staring up at the shelter he’d been dragged out of, putting his faith in a plan he didn’t know would succeed.

“Right?”

“Right.”

Thor confirmed, feeling a familiar bite at his fingertips that meant something was coming.

The storm above him curled, like some kind of giant serpent, lightning flashing like the forked tongue of Jormungandr, and he knew it was time.

“You’re going to be fine, Hulk. This will work. I have complete faith in you.”

He rolled back his shoulders, taking a few steps back from the clifftop, and considered letting out a careful and controlled breath before realising that wasn’t what they needed.

Like it or not, the storm didn’t respond to calm. His power wasn’t tied to his happiness, it didn’t conjure itself when he was feeling calm, or content, or held - the rare times those feelings happened.

The storm wanted anger. It wanted frustration. It wanted to leech the power and pain of his fathers death, his mothers, the burning wreckage of Asgard that still burned behind his empty eye socket.

It didn’t want Thor. It wanted a God - vengeful, and wrathful.

Thor opened his fist, and the skies split apart.

•••

Things happened in quick succession after that. The ship moved with the sound of Hulk’s roar as green collided with metal, and for a few moments it lay suspended in air, like a puppet just after it’s strings have been slashed.

The first few bolts of lightning missed their mark entirely, carving patterns into the stone walls, sending rocks scattering into the ravine below. But the next one struck true, and so, Thor did the only thing any perfectly reasonable Asgardian would do.

He grabbed it.

For a few sickening moments, it wavered. The lightning flickered and struggled in his hand, trying to rip out of his grasp and return to the storm it was summoned from.

“Don’t you dare.” Thor hissed through gritted teeth, as the weight of the ship pulled on his makeshift rope, dragging him a few uncertain steps forward towards the ravine.

But, thanks to some miracle, it held. He took a few shaking steps backward, and the groan of metal responded - the ship was moving.

It was moving. It was working. Thor felt the beginnings of a smile begin to cross his face as he continued his journey backwards.

Sure, his hands were hurting, and every inch of his body was screaming at him to let go, you idiot, this is a whole spaceship you’re trying to pull with a rope made of lightning, but he was fine. He was going to make it.

They were going to make it.

Hulk’s triumphant roar reached his ears, and the ground shook slightly as the giant landed next to him.

He watched avidly, green eyes stretched wide, but Hulk knew better than to help. Thor had warned him, in no uncertain terms, that this was dangerous. That Thor didn’t want to hurt Hulk, truly, that was the last thing he wanted in all of the nine realms - but he might.

Hulk couldn’t help him. As much as it looked like he needed it, this was for Thor, and Thor alone.

The wingspan of the ship appeared above the edge of the cliff, and Hulk’s roar only grew that much louder.

“Ship! Puny God lift the ship!”

He saw Hulk’s face break into a grin, lighting up the rest of his face as if he was able to conjure lightning himself.

The burning feeling was getting worse, a steady pressure building behind his eyes, but Thor knew by now to ignore it. They were this close, he couldn’t falter now. Not even if yellow spots were beginning to dance across his vision, or if he felt a slow trickle of something hideously warm begin to drip down from his nose. Not even if Hulk’s grin fell, and he looked at him differently, with concern. With worry.

He couldn’t stop. No matter if that was what Hulk was yelling at him to do.

His foot hit something. A rock, a vine, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. But it was enough.

Enough of a distraction that the lightning took the one chance for freedom it had, and shot out of his hands, chasing a burning course through the rest of his body. People had described his veins being alight with the storm before, but he hadn’t realised quite how painful that sounded until he was bearing the full force of it himself.

A sharp gasp escaped him as the lightning fell, and the ship teetered dangerously on the edge of the clifface.

But, someone was there to help.

A few ground-shaking footsteps passed where he was knelt on the floor, a flash of green darting towards the ship. Emerald hands grabbed hold, forest-green legs remained sturdy and strong, leaf coloured eyes narrowing in concentration as Hulk held up the ship.

The bundle of metal and wingspan was thrown crudely to one side once it reached safety, and soon Thor felt the hot puffs of breath against his neck that meant Hulk was standing over him, a little too closely for his liking.

“Easy, easy.”

Large hands lay across his back, holding him upright, thick muscles barely making a twitch whenever a stray spark would pass their way.

“Blondie ok. Storm over now,” Hulk furrowed his brows for a further piece of advice, his voice turning gentle and soft.

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Breathe better.”

Thor really wanted to scowl. Truly, he did. There was nothing more he wanted than to get to his feet, throw Hulk’s hands off of him, and insist firmly but kindly that everything was absolutely fine, thank you. This sort of thing happens all the time, actually, and I’m great at summoning storms, this is just an off day for me. Won’t happen again.

But he didn’t know that. And Hulk’s hands felt nice, they always did. They’d felt nice, cradling him the night before, under soft words of stories and the stars of the night sky. And they felt nice now, a little cold perhaps, and he could feel the grooves in the skin from where the weight of the ship had landed, but they were firm. Stable. A grounding force, an insulating cable, a tether that told him how to breathe and be.

Quite unexpectedly, it didn’t matter if it was humiliating anymore. If it was kingly, or stoic, or right. Thor had just lost control of a storm, his body hurt, and he was tired.

Slowly, he allowed himself to tip over in the direction of Hulk’s hands, resting his cheek against the comforting solidness of Hulk’s leg.

He allowed himself a glance upward, trying to reassure Hulk’s worried gaze with a battered smile, and a gentle pat to the arm that was currently still curled around his side.

“You’re getting really good at this whole ‘saving us’ thing, y’know that?”

“Well...Hulk make pinkie promise.” He bent down a little further, relinquishing his hold just for a moment to nudge the underside of Thor’s chin with his pinkie.

“Can’t break those.”

“No.” Thor chuckled, trying to ignore the aching protest of his ribs as he did so.

“Can’t break those.”

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thorbruce big bang

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A/N: So this is really cheesy as fuck and I was just thinking about some revengers adventures.

The reason for Thor’s peculiar behavior was probably due to cabin fever, Bruce assumed. For the past few weeks, the revengers were cooped on their new space ship, meandering around from galaxy to galaxy, checking on Asgardian refugees that scattered around the galaxy.

Often, Thor would whisper things to Loki, causing his brother to chuckle. Which should not be odd, because normally Thor would let him in on the joke. But this time he wasn’t included like Thor was keeping a secret. There were also moments when Thor would stare at Bruce, but when Bruce looked at him, raising his eyebrows as if to ask Thor what the matter was, Thor would whip his head the opposite direction. It was like he was having a middle school crush, except the two of them had been dating for five years. Even before they dated, Thor never stared at him like that.

Thor would also sigh, as he peered out one of the ship's windows, watching the stars. Thor was usually a vocal man, so all Bruce could do was hope it was cabin fever.

“How long till we get to a different planet?” Bruce asked, hoping for the sake of his boyfriend, the answer would be soon.

They were quite literally on the edge of the universe close to where the universe was expanding. As a scientist, Bruce was proud that he was achieving a large feat in the field of astrophysics. But as a man worried sick for his boyfriend, he wanted to get to solid ground.

Valkyrie was piloting in the seat next to him, and grunted before saying, “It depends which place needs us the most.”

Thor was in another cabin behind the cockpit chatting with Loki, not quite in out of earshot.

Noticing Bruce’s question, he walked into the cockpit and placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Bruce?”

Bruce turned to face Thor, and traced Thor’s face with his eyes, noting each scar, and the scratchy texture of his beard. It was no worse than Bruce’s. Thor’s hair was also grown out like the time they first met when the avengers formed.

Of all the people to be on the edge of the universe with, he was glad it was Thor.

Smiling, at him, Bruce decided it wasn’t best to lie. “I’m just a bit worried.” He didn’t elaborate and Thor never asked him to.

Then with a warm look, Thor leaned over to unbuckle the harness that Bruce was adamant about wearing if Valkyrie piloted. Grabbing Bruce by the hand, he led him out of the cockpit.

After all these years, Thor’s shift from rugged warrior to calm and collected lover, left Bruce warm and fuzzy.

From the corner of his eyes he can see Valkyrie shaking her head, smirking.

In next cabin over, Loki sat on a lounge chair, reading and sipping a tea from an alien planet two galaxies over. Bruce was thankful that Loki was ignoring the both of them holding hands and practically skipping across the ship.

The place they ended up was the private room they both shared. It was supposed to be the largest compartment, but with Thor’s behemoth size it felt cozy. Bruce liked that.

Thor pushed him onto the bed. He was on his back, and Bruce flushed a light green. Instead of what he thought was going to happen, Thor laid on his stomach next to Bruce.

“Tell me more about that theory that the universe is getting bigger.”

Bruce moved from his back onto his side, propping himself up on one of his arms to face Thor.

“Oh that one! Well it was thought up by a midgardian scientist who-” and then Bruce Banner went into his own little world, forgetting about his worries. He described things from the big bang to how the universe, every second, grows atom by atom. Waving the hang he wasn’t laying on, Bruce was too excited to stop.

Thor watched with an ever present smile on his face.

“-and it keeps growing and growing and it never stops meaning that- “

“I will never stop loving you.” Thor grabbed Bruce’s free hand, moving it towards his face, and kissed it, still making eye contact with Bruce. Bruce collapsed into his pillow, defeated and embarrassed. The usual Thor would giggle at his squirming, but at this moment, he continued his staring with earnest, icy blue eyes. His passionate gaze trapped Bruce, who could only stare back.

Getting over his embarrassment, Bruce garnered all his courage, and scooted closer to Thor, pecking him on the lips, feeling the gritty texture of his beard. Thor did not appear fazed from the kiss.

As Thor’s intense gaze continued, and Bruce feathered him with kisses, whispering between each one a tiny ‘I love you’.

It’s funny how Bruce never worshipped a god, until he met Thor.

Days passed since that intimate moment, and Thor’s odd behavior worsened. His staring was more frequent and intense, and the sighing never seemed to stopped. It left Bruce unclear and worried, and he wished he could help.

A small village on an iceberg planet, called for help, and Bruce would have to forget his own worries in favor of hulking out.

When Bruce woke up, he was in a fresh set of clothes in a stranger’s home, on a strange bed. A fireplace burned bright blue flames keeping him warm.

“Thor?” was the first thing he asked.

“I’m right here.” Thor responded, engulfing Bruce in his arms, hugging him. Simultaneously, he was rubbing his back in comforting circles.

“Is everything okay?”

Thor murmured into his shoulder, and buried his face into Bruce’s neck. His hot breathe tickling him.

Letting him go, Bruce asked another question. “How long was I out?”

Thor’s worried expression told him he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“At least two weeks, not counting the two days you slept,” he said, running a gentle hand across Bruce’s cheek and allowed it to rest there. “Why did you think I was going to leave you?”

“Did hulk know?”

Thor nodded. “He sensed something was wrong. Kept saying ‘Banner Scared. How Puny.’ It was cute how he was trying to protect you. It took us a while to convince him everything was okay.”

Thor was still cupping his cheek. “Bruce, my love, why would you think such a thing?”

“You’ve been acting off Thor… I don’t know. It was weird and -”

Dropping his hand, Thor reached into a leather pocket on his thigh. Bruce stopped rambling when, Thor placed a light silver necklace around his neck. He went onto both of his knees, and grasped both of Bruce’s hands.

“Bruce Banner, I, Thor Son of Odin, am submitting myself to you. With no question in my heart, I want to be with you in this life and the next hundred. I ask if I may bind our spirits together in what midgard calls matrimony.” Thor bowed his head. An Asgardian king would only do this to someone who earned it.

Bruce never felt quite as stupid. He realized that all this time Thor was thinking of proposing rather than breaking up.

Still holding Thor’s hands, Bruce left the bed, and went on his knees also. He faced a stunned and flushed Thor.

“Thor, Son of Odin, I, Bruce Banner, am submitting myself to you. I want to spend every life and universe with you. Please, marry me.”

Pulling each other into a kiss, the two lovebirds remained, crouching on the floor of a stranger's home. It was like having the whole universe to themselves. At least until Loki walked in demanding they hurry up. What a fucking mood killer that was.

Weeks later as the revengers strolled into a steady routine, Bruce decided to ask something that had been on his mind since the proposal.

“Thor,” Bruce walked up to him, as he stood near another window, smiling, as he gazing at the stars. “So are we going to have a wedding? I think it would help going back to Earth and having one with all our friends unless you think-”

“Wait.” Thor whipped his head to look at Bruce, his eyes confused and mouth agape.

“I mean would you want like a winter wedding or.. I’m not too sure how Asgardian ceremonies work, but I will be happy to incorporate every ounce of your culture. Speaking of Asgard are we inviting everyone?? Like all of Asgard?? Cause then we would have to like rent out an island and technically we have no money but I’m sure Tony would help out once he finds out we’re engaged and-”

“Engaged? Haven’t we been married this whole time?”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to be shocked. Both men looked at each other, appalled, before falling into laughter.

For Bruce, it was a learning moment, and he hoped that he and Thor could have centuries to continue learning from one another.

They did have a universe to save after all.

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