#ik everyone else seems to hate this game but AG really was written to do everything in its power to appeal to me on a fundamental level huh

[danzafila]

anyways. i finally finished ch 7 and i am having an emotion

#i am eons behind everyone else. buut #the scene where he's locked up. given up. resigned himself to his sacrifice? then his friends/loved ones storm in to rescue him anyways?? #E M O T I O N A L #& the aftermath?? #w/ all his friends telling him how valued and loved and not in this alone he is despite wanting to take every burden on by his lonesome???? #felix? getting all loud & angry about how much he loves & cares for dimitri (like we always knew was the core of his agression)?? #just 😚🤌🏼 #ik everyone else seems to hate this game but AG really was written to do everything in its power to appeal to me on a fundamental level huh #just wanna play that scene on repeat @ all the dimitri haters next time they're crying about why won't his friends just abandon him already #/ #// #/// #//// #///// #sto parlando #wth talking tag #wth spoilers

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A Storm Brewing (Thor X OC)

Thor X Fem, Plus Size! OC

Summary: Tony’s throwing one of his extravagant and fancy parties in honor of Thor officially joining the team. Thor, instead of joining in on the party, is distracted by the thigh-high slit in Carmen’s navy blue dress and keen on apologizing to her for what he said, prepared to do anything to prove to her that he is sorry. What else will this crazy night entail?

Author’s Note: There is some Spanish in the story, I’M SO SORRY IF IT’S NOT CORRECT, let me know and I will fix it immediately!! And IK Ashley Graham isn’t Latina but Carmen is in my story, her family is from Spain so she grew up in a Spanish household. AND IN THIS FIC IMAGINE THE AGE OF ULTRON PARTY! Also I’m starting to like the series and I already love Carmen, she’s amazing and Thor is smitten AF with her, so like you guys, I want to see where this goes... ;) SO ENJOY!

Tags: @only-kneel-before-loki

Word Count: 3207 (I went a little overboard I’m sorry)

Warnings: Serious fluff, Cute! Thor, Flirty! Thor, alcohol, fun with the friends, sexual references, nothing heavy except swearing...

The parts in italics and bold are in Spanish

FC: Ashley Graham

Carmen struts into the room where the party is being thrown, on the arm of her best friend, Natasha, stealing all the attention around her in that vermilion, body-con dress, hitting the floor, cascading down her prominent, thick curves like a crimson waterfall. The mesh top and strappy front showing off slivers of her golden, tanned skin, a high slit that reaches the top of her thighs, showing off her long, toned leg and silver, stiletto heels.

Possibly even a garter wrapped around her other leg with a dagger tucked into it. Just in case.

Thor is the first to notice her walk through the double glass doors, throwing her head back with laughter at something Nat teases her about, unable to take his sapphire eyes off of her form in that dress and how stunning she looks. Thor, a prince and a god, known to be suave, charming, and smooth, at a loss for words, tongue tied over one mortal girl in a red dress.

“Damn...! Carmen, te ves caliente,” Bucky presses a friendly kiss to her cheek and she smiles, hitting his chest playfully.

“I know,” she teases with a smirk, making Tony shake his head but he’s smiling proudly.

She side-eyes Thor when he continues to look at her, raising her eyebrows, the icy words rolling off her silver tongue, “I didn’t think this party full of mortals would meet your standards, your majesty.”

“It began to when you arrived,” he replies quickly and in almost perfect Spanish, wearing a cheeky smile.

She rolls her chocolate eyes, but her lips curl slightly towards the edge when she turns to talk to Tony, “I like the suit, Stark.”

“You look alright, too, Wolfe,” he says to her and pats her shoulder affectionately before, of course, turning the conversation back to himself. ”But you really think so?” he says, adjusting his ebony tie apart of his all black suit. The man has always had a flare for the dramatics. “I was going for a nice D.I.L.F look.”

“Well, I think you nailed it,” she smiles lightly, making Tony grin widely, and she shakes her head. She plucks a champagne flute off one of the waiter’s trays, taking a generous sip of the refreshing bubbly.

“And here I thought his head couldn’t get any bigger,” Natasha grabs her own glass from a tray, cocking an eyebrow in your direction. “Look at what you’ve done, Carmen.”

“Loving yourself is not a crime, Romanaff,” Carmen smirks. “I have found that conversations with myself are much more fulfilling and enertaining than those with other people.”

“That sounded so depressing,” Nat laughs.

“You don’t talk to yourself?” Tony furrows his brow in confusion.

“You two need therapy,” Natasha shakes her head, sitting down on the couch beside Clint. Carmen laughs loudly, sitting down on the beige, leather couch where Steve sits next to Thor, who can’t seem to take his eyes off of her, watching her every move.

“Who needs therapy when you have... drinking!” Tony raises his pint, taking a long sip and sighing happily when he does.

“Alcoholics,” Sam sips his glass of water.

“That was a low blow, Millennium Falcon,” Stark points an accusatory finger at Sam who smirks over the rim of his glass.

Steve and Thor whisper to each other for a moment, then switch spots so Thor is beside her now, smiling sweetly down at her.

She rolls her eyes, looks away from him, and takes a slow sip of her drink.

He frowns. Usually that look works in his favor.

“Lady Carmen,” he says, nursing his drink, nervous sparks flying from his calloused fingers, catching her eye. “I want to deeply apologize for my behavior when we first met, it was highly rude and impolite of me to say those things, and I hope that you forgive me for it,” he says in a low voice, eyes flitting up from her crossed legs, hips, and eventually to her soft pair of brown orbs, looking at him thoughtfully.

She takes the time to look over his outfit, a dark gray, v-neck shirt, deep red, blazer with a flared collar, and black jeans, sporting a pair boots. The man knows how to dress, and she hates to admit that fact, especially when he’s this handsome and dazzling, in spite of the fact that he suffers from foot-in-his-mouth whenever he’s around her.

“What you did say was very rude,” she agrees, but the cute, puppy-dog sort of way he’s looking at her makes her sigh, biting down on her lip. “But you sound sincere and I’m not one to hold petty grudges.” She so is. “So I guess I’ll give you another shot.”

He grins boyishly at her, and her heart clenches, “Thank you, Lady Carmen, I will not rest until I prove to you that my intentions are genuine.”

“Your intentions?” she grins, tracing small circles on her glass, focusing on how many small bubbles rise to the surface of the drink instead of on how Thor’s eyes are lingering on her. “And what would those be?”

“To court you, of course,” he says simply.

“Court me?” she nearly chokes on her drink.

“Why, yes,” he smiles at her then frowns when her jaw is practically hitting the floor. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you just... surprised me,” she sighs, tucking her long, dark hair behind her ear. “No one’s ever been this forward with me before.”

He smiles softly, “I find it silly that humans dance around the idea of love and hold back their affections, I prefer to be straight forward with my feelings for someone. Don’t you agree?”

“I’ve... I’ve only known you for a week, Thor,” she chuckles nervously. “You hardly know me.”

“I know enough,” he smirks, taking a sip of his drink, not straying from her gaze. She chuckles.

“Let’s play Never Have I Ever,” Tony suggests, sitting up on the couch, leaning his back against the sofa cushions as he swirls his drink around, everyone settled into their sofas, the party bustling around them.

“We aren’t twelve, Tony,” Nat sips her drink. “We don’t play games anymore.”

“Well, tonight we are,” Tony downs the rest of his drink, grabbing a new one from another waiter’s tray. “Never have I ever had sex.”

Steve sighs and takes a small sip of his drink.

“What!” Carmen gasps, angling her head to look at Steve. “But you’re hot?”

The team laughs and Thor frowns, “You think he’s hot?”

“Anyone else?” Tony asks, looking around the group, but no one makes any move to take a drink. “Sorry, Capsicle, it seems you’re the only virgin here. We need to get you laid.”

He shakes his head quickly, “I’m good, please don’t do that.”

Tony looks at Natasha who ends up sighing in defeat, clicking her tongue, “Never have I ever... killed someone.”

“Wow, you went dark,” Tony takes a sip of his drink as does everyone else except Carmen. “But now you have to take a sip as well. The point of the game is to say something you haven’t done.”

“Damn...” Nat takes a sip, looking at Carmen when she still hasn’t taken a sip of her drink, swirling it around anxiously. “I thought you were a soldier?”

“I worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, yes, and I’ve had my share of fights with enemies, but I’ve never killed any of them, that was someone else’s job,” she shakes her head with a small laugh. “I never could do it.”

“That is nothing to be ashamed of, Lady Carmen,” Thor turns to with a soft expression. “You have a good heart.”

She smiles weakly, eyes flicking to him for a moment and he meets hers as long as he can get, both of them looking away when the other catches them.

“Never have I ever...” Clint starts. “Gotten a tattoo.”

Carmen’s the only one that takes a sip, smirking over the rim of her glass at the shocked faces of her friends, waiting for her to explain.

“I have a few, actually,” she says excitedly, lifting up her hair and showing off the small three words on the back of her neck in pretty, cursive script.

“I am enough,” she whispers. “In case, I forget, a daily reminder to myself that I deserve good things. Sometimes,” she jokes, smiling, lifting her sleeve down to show the geometric roses along her shoulder and collarbone. “There are a couple others, like a quote or two, and of course, a grave with ‘Patriarchy’ written across it,” this makes Natasha smile and Tony snicker.

“They are beautiful,” Thor leans towards her to trace the words on the back of her neck lightly with the tip of his finger, eliciting a sharp gasp from her from the sudden contact, taking her by surprise. “I must have one.”

“A tattoo?” she turns to him. “What would you get?”

“Perhaps something to commemorate my family,” he offers. “A tribute to them of sorts.”

“Your body’s a temple, so you should be able to decorate it however you want,” she smiles, finally looking at him. “I say go for it.”

His lips edge into a small smile when he looks back at her, “Your outlook on life is very refreshing, Lady Carmen. You are very passionate and very driven,” he observes and she smiles, everyone around them becoming distant, white noise.

She laughs again, this time focusing solely on him rather than her bubbling drink. “Thank you.”

“If Point Break and Wolfe will stop flirting for just a minute, we can continue the game...” Tony mutters as he takes a sip of his beer, looking pointedly at Carmen and Thor.

“Shut up, Stark,” Carmen rolls her eyes, lips edging in a playful smile. “Last time I checked you’re not my father.”

“Yeah because Thor’s your daddy,” Tony mumbles, Carmen gasps and reaches over the table, knocking his drink over so it spills in his lap.

Sam howls with laughter, throwing his head back along with the rest of her boisterous group.

“What does he mean by that, Lady Carmen?” Thor asks Carmen sheepishly.

She smiles, patting the prince’s knee, “It’s a sex thing, your majesty.“

His eyebrows shoot up and he nods, understanding now as his face grows red, “Oh,” he says before smiling slightly.

“Don’t get any ideas, little prince,” Carmen gives Thor a side-ways glance, smirking. “You’ll have to take me to dinner first.”

“I plan on doing so,” he says simply, taking a sip of his drink, still looking at her and never once straying, smiling.

“My turn,” Clint gets situated in his spot, cracking his knuckles. “Never have I ever kissed someone of the opposite sex.”

Carmen and Natasha both take sips before Bucky takes a small one himself.

“Bucky?” Carmen smiles at Barnes, trying to hide the surprise in her voice. “When did this happen?”

“College,” he shrugs, sharing a look with Steve.

She chuckles and realizes it’s now her turn, everyone’s eyes on her now, “Okay... Never have I ever... wanted to have sex with someone in this room.”

Everyone takes a sip of their drink. Thor is hesitant at first, but looks at a smirking Carmen and takes a long sip, making her smirk widen when she knows who he’s referring to.

She meets his eyes and takes a sip of her own just for good measure.

“Really?” Thor’s eyes glaze over her again, lingering on certain places and a nervous lump forms in his throat, heat creeping up the back of his neck.

She shrugs and only smiles, not giving him a response.

“Hey, Thor, can I try to pick up your hammer?” Clint leans forward.

“Only if you are worthy,” Thor smiles.

“Bet it’s a trick,” Hawkeye rolls his eyes, twiddling a pair of chopsticks between his fingers from his Chinese takeout.

“Oh, no it’s much more than that,” Thor laughs deeply.

“Who shall ever be worthy shall haveth the power,” Clint lifts his hands, speaking in a deeper, mocking voice. “Whatever, man, it’s a trick.”

Thor chuckles, “Well, please, be my guest,” he gestures to the hammer, raising both of his eyebrows, Carmen watching the display of testosterone with a small smile.

“Really?” Clint asks and Thor nods, standing up as he steps up to where Mjolnir lies.

“Clint, you’ve had a tough week, we won’t hold it against you if you can’t pick it up,” Tony teases and Clint rolls his eyes.

Clint grips the handle and attempts to pick it up, muscles straining from the activity, laughing when he can’t do it, shaking his head, “I still don’t know how you do it, man.”

“Smell the silent judgement?” Tony says and a few of them laugh.

No one could pick it up then it got to Steve, who smiled and gave in after everyone pressuring him into doing it because he’s too sweet for his own good. He too rolls up his shirt sleeves, revealing his super-human biceps, putting both hands on the handle, pulling with all of his strength. Everyone looks on and holds their breath when there a small squeak as he moves it about an inch to the side.

Thor’s face immediately falls.

Steve tries again, but lifts his hands up in defeat. Thor laughs nervously, taking a sip of his drink and shaking his head, somewhat relieved, “See, nothing.”

“Carmen?” Stark gestures to the hammer, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow. “Want to give it a shot?"

Carmen laughs, sipping her drink again, a tipsy, dizzying feeling overtaking her, fluttering in her stomach. There was a reason they called it ‘Liquid Courage’. But she shakes her head, “I won’t be able to.”

“If anyone in the room is worthy of lifting Mjolnir, it is you, Lady Carmen,” Thor  flashes her a smile, exuding boyish charm.

Her cheeks grows rosier from both the alcohol and how Thor’s thigh is pressed up against hers, barely any room between them even on the huge couch, but neither of them make a move to separate. She doesn’t like how soft she’s getting from the Asgardian. He’s making her heart feel fuzzy and her head fill with nonsense. Then he looks at her and she forgets how to breathe.

“Come on, what do you have to lose?” Stark asks her.

“My dignity,” she answers quickly.

“Or what’s left of it,” Sam teases and she narrows her eyes at him.

“She won’t be able to lift it, there’s no point in her trying,” Bucky says, trying to get a rise out of her. They all know how Carmen is always up for a challenge, waiting to prove people wrong at any given moment.

She quirks an eyebrow, getting up from her seat and setting her drink down, “Wanna bet, Heavy Metal?”

“Ooooohhh,” Sam hums childishly. “You’ve made the Wolfe mad.”

Carmen, being the lightweight she is, lets out a wolf howl, cupping her hands over her mouth, Natasha joining in with her, and they both erupt into giggles.

Carmen high-fives her best friend, “Wolf pack.”

Sizing up the hammer, Carmen walks up to where it sits in front of Thor, making a show of bending over to give him a nice view and his eyes practically fall out of his skull. She grips the handle with one hand, not even trying before she swiftly lifts it up, holding it in her right hand with wide eyes.

The entire room goes silent, watching as she flips the hammer in her hand, Thor absolutely speechless at the sight.

“So...” Carmen chuckles adorably, looking at Thor with a big smile. “Does this mean I get to rule Asgard?”

“This...” Thor stumbles over his words. “This has never happened before.”

“Holy shit, Carmen,” Natasha puts her hands over her mouth in awe of her friend.

Tony just starts slow clapping and Sam is too stunned to speak, Captain smiling proudly at her.

Bucky gets down on his knees and begins bowing down to her.

She taps both of his shoulders with the hammer, knighting him, trying to keep a serious face but ends up giggling.

“Lady Carmen...” Thor looks up at her when she moves to sit down beside him again, toying with the hammer like it’s a feather instead of a hunk of metal. Seeing this beautiful woman doing so only spurs him on tremendously, an image of poise and strength and grace, he thinks he’s in love.

“It’s your highness to you now,” Carmen smiles sweetly, Thor’s heart melting at how happy she is. She shakes her head and hands the hammer back to him, “You should probably take it before the power completely goes to my head and I end up like Stark.”

Tony frowns, “Hey!”

Thor flips his hammer in the air effortlessly, grinning fondly at Carmen, “You will make a wonderful queen, Lady Carmen.”

She laughs loudly, eyes crinkling at the edges. Thor gazes at her face like he’s trying to memorize every single stunning feature when she says, “I didn’t know princes were such big flirts.”

“I have been told I’m very good at it,” he says, leaning closer to her, shoulders brushing. “Is it working?”

“Why would I tell you that?” she smirks. “I’d much rather let you figure it out for yourself.”

“Thor’s hammer isn’t the only thing she’ll be grabbing tonight,” Tony takes a long sip of his drink, raising his eyebrows with the insinuation.

“Tony!” Carmen gasps, Thor’s booming laughter vibrating around the room. She buries her burning face in her hands.

“Hey, we tease,” he places a hand over his heart and pats right there. “Because we care.”

“Why did we dress up this much if we were just going to hang out like normal?” Nat looks at Stark.

He stops sipping his drink and sets his down, eyebrows raised in realization, “Oh, right, the reason we’re here. To celebrate Point Break joining the team,” he stands up and raises his glass in a toast, the rest of them getting to their feet and doing the same. “Welcome to hell, Thoreal.”

Thor rolls his eyes at the nickname, but he can’t help but crack a smile when he sees Carmen laugh at the joke, knocking his glass against hers, locking gazes when they take their sips.

“To the flirtatious prince,” Carmen curtsies, looking back up at him with a teasing look and smile. “Our humble band of misfits is lucky to have you.”

“You say humble,” Nat gives a pointed look to Stark who grins back at her.

“I’m lucky to be here, Lady Carmen,” Thor whispers to her, having to lean down very far considering that he’s almost a foot taller than her, and she turns, their noses brushing they’re so close. Her eyes flick up to meet his and he smiles at the flush on her cheeks, “I was the minute I met you.”

“I wish I could have said the same,” she smiles. “But you seem to be redeeming yourself nicely.”

He grins, “What else can I do to prove that to you?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” she bites down on her lip, lips curling slightly at the corners.

Let the games begin.

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