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Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 1

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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: Yeah I'm writing for God of War: Ragnarök now I'm not sorry

Warnings: not really but involes: bitchy mom, arranged marraige

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You had always been good friends with Thor since childhood, and you always had each other's backs when getting into trouble.

You'd get into trouble at the Meed Hall with a drinking contest and then see who could walk in a straight line, staggering into another bargoer before a brawl struck out

Odin sees you as an asshole, and so do your own parents at your young ages

Always the two of you getting into trouble.

You knew he had a hard time, with his birth mother gone, his new mother in the picture, and his new brother Týr

He always did have a hard time connecting; especially with his dad's assholeness

You've both been on many adventures together, to Midgard to the mild falls, Jötunheimr to the cold snow to throw snow at one another, and to Muspelheim to warm yourself up afterward, paying Surtur a small visit with a hello.

He'd admit, everyone liked you: you were kinda hard not to like: always caring about everyone else while still caring about yourself.

Till one day late: you're waving to Thor as he goes home and you're going your separate ways

He goes to his father's study, as per usual, but is quick to hide seeing his parents talking just outside his father's study

"She is a child!" Her father argued.

"Child or not she is reckless, our bloodline will be ruined."

"She'll find someone she loves!-"

"That someone needs to be an Aesir, not some...Midgaurdian." Her mother snapped, "This isn't some fairytale story that you plagued her brain with: she needs to grow up. The All Father already agreed."

"Behind my back!? Like you do everything else?"

"yes, because I get things done, unlike you husband. I get shit done," Her mother argued, "She leaves for the temple."

"you not only wish to marry off my child but send her away-"

"Be silent!"

Thor was quick to leave, and to your house, running as fast as his feet could carry him, and to your window, but he was too late, damn his fathers telporting birds

"Mother."

"pack your sack."

"For what If I may ask."

"An expedition, to one of the temples-"

"You're letting me go to Midgard! For exploration!" Y/n cheered. "For how long?"

"A..winter or two."

"Really! Yes!" Y/n cheered, "Can I tell Thor before I go!"

"He knows already darling."

Y/n nodded, "Quickly now, you leave immediately."

Thor could easily stick up for you now: like you had him so many times, it wouldn't be hard, you made it seem easy

But he couldn't, and he felt ashamed of that

He didn't even try and chase you down to say goodbye: you were walking into your own demise

he didn't see you for a while after that

a long time

he drank himself to death: if he could that is,

What was he doing? He was sitting here drinking, you most likely restrained to a temple room

You didn't deserve that.

yet he drank and drank, and eventually, Sif came along

and like dust, with a blow of the wind you were gone; from his mind from his heart

And he married Sif

But it brought back you: his best friend, his practical sister; he would have liked you there, laughing your asses off together

He thinks Sif would have liked you

But it feels as soon as Thor's married, his younger stepbrother Týr is apparently sent to get married.

It's a big deal of course, an arranged marriage, by the Allfather himself.

It's unfortunate: You feel stranded, you feel alone; your mentally beaten into submission

So when everyone's gathered at the hall for the celebratory dinner: And you show up,

Your sure Thor choked, shit he's sure he choked.

But there's something different about you besides the clothing and the hair

For an immortal god, you look dead

In the eyes, in the face, you're color gone, no smile, and eyes cast down

You use to wear pants, roll around in the dirt, smile, and beat the shit out of him, this...wasn't you

Týr was a sweetheart, tried to help you warm up: tried to get to know you

He was being as forced as you were in full honesty

He could try and make the best out of it.

"I heard you enjoy painting."

He didn't even receive an answer

Sif was quite well aware of Thor staring you down.

"May I leave for air..."

"You mustn't ask me unless you wish my company-"

You were up the next second leaving to go get air.

Thor could have easily followed you

"So that is Y/n," Sif commented, breaking Thor from his head, but he didn't answer.

"Go to your friend, she needs your friendship more than anything."

So with a slight boost of confidence from his wife, he followed far behind in your footsteps

If he knew you which he did, he knew you were going down to the rocks where the ocean met the land

And sure enough, he found you sitting there, in the same damn spot as you would when you were kids on the small cliff

"hey, there shitface."

Y/n was silent, "Slime ball?"

Still silence, "Stick up my arse?"

Y/n looked back at him, then back in front of her, "My husband-to-be is not here, we can't speak."

"He can shove it up his wise arse."

Thor walked over, taking a seat next to her, the silence thick and heavy.

"N/n."

"My name is Y/n."

"Since when-"

"Since you knew what was going to happen to me," Y/n argued standing up and starting to walk away.

"What was I supposed to do!?" He argued Y/n turned her head.

"Be there! For me!" She argued

"What good would that be!? I didn't send you away!"

"I'm not asking you to fight for me! I'm asking if you'd have been there for me! You were my best friend! Practically my brother!"

Soon you guys stopped arguing, and out of all things started fighting, like physically

with swords and hammer

Sure, you felt angry-despair more than anything, but it changed, in both of you.

Fighting like this felt like you were both kids again, and with the ground wet, mud was bound to be thrown up.

and oh it was, covering the two of you in mud before your mother came out furious looking for you

both of you were brought back into the hall, covered in mud like children

he shoved you first, you shoving him back, and it continued until your mother stopped both of you

So the celebration contained, and your mother was embarrassed and furious,

you were a child, even if she tried to break you after all those years, flipping Thor promptly off as she dragged you off to change, earning a smack in the back of the head by her and a groan from you

Meanwhile, the celebration continued without you, and she put you in one of those fancy dresses, even though it pained your thighs as they rubbed together, and you had to pull it up every so often

You were quiet and quickly returned, your mother ordered you to act properly as you were sat next to Týr once again

Dancing was also apparent later in the night with music, you weren't much of a dancer besides fighting

Týr still tried to get to know you but was silent while doing it, watching you rather than trying and interrogate you

The Valkyries were quite a fan of you, promising training battles as they came up to you

Freya was also quite nice to you: sweet, a friend to confined in if you truly needed her,

"A battle!" Thor's booming voice came over the music, the slamming of his mug down causing the room to come to a halt, "For the giant's head!"

Týr looked her way, "I suppose he is calling to you."

Y/n looked at him, "I truly do not mean to stop your fun as long as it promises a conversation between us privately."

Y/n nodded, "For my head then."

Y/n was quick to get up, kicking off her uncomfortable shoes.

"Looks like you'll owe me ahead," Y/n smirked, "Perhaps yours?"

There was cheering from both sides, Sif had even turned on Thor, cheering Y/n on.

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