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just-another-username2 · 3 years

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Thor fic...fluffy...soft....

Thor x poc thicc reader

I had this idea rattling around in my brain for a while, so as with all my fics I'm writing it and then posting as quickly as possible before I loose the nerve to share it with anyone. So I know very little about actual pole dancing all mistakes regarding that are definitely mine! Any all mistakes are mine and I don't give anyone permission to copy, steal my fics.

Summary: you live in the city it's expensive so you work multiple jobs. At one of your newest jobs you meet Thor who is going through a divorce and using it as an excuse to start really trying new things. After lots of flirting he happens upon one of your other jobs a pole dancing instructor.

Although your not normally a morning person, you loved working early mornings at the coffee shop. This was your favorite shop, it was locally owned and now you never had to wait in line to enjoy your favorite flavor. Your best friend helped you get hired a few months ago and showed you an unexpected perk of the job, taste testing new and existing coffee flavors. It was such a small perk but you used it to help customers who couldn't decide. The owner saw how you helped the line along and brought down the wait time even if only by a few minutes. So everytime you were scheduled you worked the register for at least half your shift to help keep the line moving.

That was how you met Thor, he was in line for coffee and seemed a little overwhelmed at the choices available. When he got to the front of the line he still hadn't decided what he wanted, he was so busy looking up at the board that he did not even see you standing there at the counter.

Oh sweet Lord this man was beautiful, chiseled jaw, with just enough five o'clock shadow that it was rugged. Broad shoulders, and even through his suit you could see hints at the muscles underneath. It fit him so well you know it must be tailor made, after living in the city long enough you've seen enough suits to recognize expensive or off the rack.

"Excuse me, sir!" You raised your hand as high as you could, being vertically challenged you were used to getting taller people's attention. He looked down at you, not seeing you completely his mind was still trying to figure out his order. He figured you were going to ask him to step out of line till he figured it out, that's what the other coffee shops did. So he started to get out of line

"Sorry, I never know what I want and there's so many choices. I'll just go to the back."

You had to quickly jump and lay over the counter top to grab his arm as he turned. An action your coworkers found hilarious.

"Wait sir!! I can't help you if you go back to the end of the line!" You craned your head up at him "if you answer a couple of questions I can suggest a new favorite for you!"

He looked down at you as you teetered on the counter top holding onto his arm.

"Are you sure?" He was trying so hard not to laugh at the situation.

"Yes!......um could you take a step towards the counter tho....im a little too far over and don't want to fall on my face." Your face was so hot with embarrassment, thank all the gods that the owners weren't in today. The counter was starting to cut into your stomach a little bit.

He stepped back to the counter and offered you his hand to help push you up and back on your side of the counter.

"Great! Jeannie will you please help the next customer real quick for me?" Your best friend if she had time to laugh she had time to cover for you.

Jeannie gave you questioning look, you smiled and winked at her, turning back to Thor

"OK sir, my name is y/n and my first question for your is business or pleasure?"

Thor looked at you not understanding the question entirely. "Im sorry I don't understand"

"Your coffee, do you need it for business purposes i.e. fuel your mornings cuz you can't wake up without your cup, late night manic study sessions, etc. Or pleasure i.e. trying new things, comfort, although that could be business too, wanting a smooth flavor as you peruse the city? Stuff like that."

"I'm not really sure, I just ask my assistant to bring me coffee and I drink whatever she brings, sometimes it's good. It is one of those small things that I have let others handle up until now, and now I am unsure of what it is I actually like."

"Let's say pleasure, makes the choices sound more adventurous."

"That it does, and would that make you my fair coffee maiden, guiding me on this quest?"

He had this accent you couldn't quite place, it didn't feel like he was making fun of you when he called you a maiden.

You laughed a little too hard at that "roll for initiative good sir."

Shit shit shit brain stop!! We don't flirt with the customers, no matter how sexy they are.

It didn't seem like he completely understood your reference but he smiled a dazzling smile at you anyways. You blushed at him, thanking the stars that the blush wasn't as obvious on your darker skin.

After asking a few questions, "ok I think I have the perfect flavor for you to try, just one more question"

"Yes"

"What name should I put on the cup sir?"

"My name is Thor, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"OK Thor, please go wait at the other end of the counter and I'll have your order up shortly."

Perfect timing because Jeannie was getting swamped and giving you death glares.

Getting back behind the counter, you start making orders and make Thors order as well. You got lost in concentration to make sure each one was made correctly and labeled with the right persons name on it. So much so that when you placed Thors cup on the counter you call his name and go right back to making coffee for others

"Excuse me, fair coffee maiden, I've yet to pay for my beverage."

Smiling at him "this one's on me, if you like it come on back and you can pay for the next cup." He smiled at you and took a sip, that was how it started, for the next 8 months he would come in and either order his "usual" or "it was the fair coffee maiden choice."

Then he disappeared, for 2 weeks you didn't see him at the coffee shop and you would be lying if you said it didn't bring your day down a little when he didn't show.

"C'mon lady, you've got a class to teach after this." Jeannie nudged your shoulder to get your attention as your shift came to an end. "Or should I call you Fair coffee maiden?" She smiled evilly at you.

Laughing you threw your hand towel at her, "Oh my God girl, shut up!"

"WOMAN! Hunny I am a woman!" She corrected you.

"I'm out of here, WOMAN!" hanging your apron over your arm and taking your hat off.

Thor was at his new gym working out when Loki found him.

"Brother." He greeted Thor "does your apartment not have an adequate gym? Why are you in this.." he looks around "place?"

"Ah brother, I'm trying new things including places to train." He smiles at the smaller Odinson while he puts his weights down. "Im also taking this amazing class here, called Zumba! It is most fun, you should come with me!"

Loki looked at his brother like he grew several new heads, while staring at his brother in shock a group of older women called over to Thor.

"Hey Thor!! Great class today!!" He turned and smiled at them before waving. "Who's your friend?" "Is he single?" "Ooh let's go on a double date Thor!" The ladies all called over at once laughing.

"He is my brother! And I believe he's.... how do you say it married to his work."

The ladies pretended to be sad and waved bye as they left the gym.

Loki was getting very annoyed with Thor and his stupid antics to go to the most common places possible. Why couldn't he just go to the exclusive health resort like he did.

"We must be away Thor I would like to get to the proceedings early and prepare. If your done living out your commoner fantasy."

"Brother, I know these kinds of places are not the type of places you would patron, but I've found great comfort in being in regular places like this. Away from all the gossip of our peers and the endless parade of ladies trying to "win me" like a prized steer."

"You just had a rather large group of women, call to you, how is that any different?"

"They're married and have strangely asked my permission to make such jokes with me. I found it amusing so I said yes." He laughed "some of them are quite funny."

Loki did not want to stay any longer "let us go now Thor, ill not wait any longer for you."

Thor put the weights away, grabbed his bag and started walking out with Loki. As they got to the front of the gym, Thor heard a familiar voice coming from one of the class rooms. He stopped and peered into the room he was very surprised to find you at the head of the class standing next to a pole. Loki curious to see why his brother suddenly walked away from him, looked into the room as well.

"Ahhh, now I see why you chose this particular, place of business." He tsk'd at Thor "really brother you ran the complete opposite of Jane, from an astrophysicist with multiple degrees, respected around the world.....to a dancer?" He looked his nose down at Thor "You always did have more balls than brains."

Thor gave him a look "I did not know she was a dancer, I only know her as the coffee maiden." He didn't mind what you did but his brothers disapproval was disheartening.

He stepped farther into the class hoping to get a better look and see if maybe it was another who looked like you.

You were teaching a pole dancing class at your gym unaware of Thor and Loki looking in on your class. This was your advanced class and your students were ok if one or two people looked on, sometimes all a shy person needed was to see other people like them before they joined.

Class was a little crowded today since another instructor had to cancel last minute and a few their students asked to jump in on your class.

The music had been turned down so you could address the class and show them the steps to the move.

"Now just step in front of the pole like this and if this is your first time doing this move I find closing my eyes and concentrating on doing the basic steps and see how it makes you feel. And then really practice your hand placement, proper hand placement is key." Grabbing the pole behind you, you perform the move showing the class how it was supposed to look.

"She's not bad, even considering her size." Loki made the off handed remark not caring if you heard or not. He was not having a good day and if Thor insisted on being difficult by hiding out in such a place then he was going to mess with him.

"Oh, it sounds like we have perfectionist in our midst." You look in the direction of the doors "hello sir! Would you like to come up to the front and be part of a little demonstration? No charge of course."

Thor had stepped back from the door when you looked over, he didn't want you to see him and get the idea he thought like his brother did.

Loki only gave his brother an evil smirk as he started walking up to the front. Fully intending to mess with Thor later over this.

One of the students brought a chair up front for Loki to sit in.

"Now sir, you believe only smaller women can be good dancers, is that correct?" You bat your lashes at Loki while slowly walking around the pole.

"I don't believe that, I know it." He stated firmly.

"I'm guessing from experience? Like some high end private club or something?" Your still walking around the pole while speaking.

"Only the best, most exclusive clubs."

"Tell me please, what is your name?"

"Loki"

"Uhuh, and tell me Loki when was the last time you got any true enjoyment from these super exclusive clubs?"

"What are you implying? They can't be sexy because they're skinny? That's not very body positive of you." Loki tsk'd at you.

You stopped circling the pole and smiled at him "anyone can be sexy, and im not saying you don't enjoy the dancers but only that you've been fed a lie that only skinny women are sexy. And only skinny women can be good dancers too. Variety is the spice of life don't you know."

He chuckled at you "if you say so."

While you had been talking the student who brought the chair had started the music and turned it up little by little. And as you got to the end of your conversation, you had begun a small routine. Spinning expertly around the pole, using various methods to show off your strength and dexterity. You climbed to the top of the pole, holding on with you legs you hung your upper body off the pole and slowly descended down. When your hands touched the ground you let go of the pole and flipped off landing in a splits near Loki.

You turned your body towards Loki and crawled the couple of steps to him and pulled yourself up between his legs keeping eye contact. When you stood up completely he was looking up at you over your breast and you smiled at him taking a step back. Leaving between his legs you bent forward slightly toward him and spoke softly

"Tell me Loki when it's late at night," you walk around behind him, wrapping both your arms loosely around his neck "and there's no one around to warm your bed for you."

Loki didn't realize he had closed his eyes and leaned his head back against your shoulder lost in the moment.

"When only your hand is around to satisfy you, which pillow do you reach for to hold against you as you climax, is it the hard flat pillow or the large plush one."

Your student that was working the music grabbed a small decorative pillow, it had a picture of a voluptuous naked woman looking back over her shoulder blowing a kiss with the phrase 'Thicc thighs saves lives' next to her.

She slid it over to you and you used your foot to pick it up and pass it to your hand, placing it gently only Loki lap

"No need to answer Darling, and the pillows on me." You stepped back and addressed the class

"Now class remember it's not the size of the queen or king that's important, it's how you feel about yourself. I'm confident in myself and my own sexiness, but I've had lots and lots of practice not letting comments and ideas like Mr Loki believes get to me."

Loki opened his eyes and looked down at himself, the vein on his neck throbbed in his anger. He had meant to embarrass Thor but you had embarrassed him instead. He stood up still holding the pillow and walked out as you addressed the class.

You went to talk with Loki hoping you didn't embarrass him too badly but he was walking out the door and you saw your favorite coffee customer go with him. "Excuse me all, I'm going to speak with our volunteer, great class everyone!"

You had to run to catch up with the two giant men, and lucky for you they hadn't made it that far down the street yet.

As you caught up with the pair, you had to basically yell to get their attention.

EXCUSE ME!! LOKI!"

The brothers were arguing with each other as they stopped for you

"At this rate we'll only just be on time for your divorce proceedings." Loki sounded exasperated

"Why did you have to insult her like that!" Thor snapped at him.

You looked up at them while catching your breath *He's married..or was married? Of course he's married He's a Greek God why wouldn't he be married* your mind was trying to process this piece of information.

They both looked down at you expectantly "Hey, I just wanted to touch base with you Mr Loki. You agreed to a dance but I don't think you agreed to me embarrassing you that badly."

He looked his nose down at you and gave you small smirk

"I admit, I didn't have the best of intentions myself. I can, if only occasionally, admit defeat and I am not such a sore loser as to hold a grudge. Besides I even got a lovely parting gift for my troubles." He showed you the pillow under his arm causing you to smile at the gesture.

Loki turned to Thor "I'll wait for you in the town car, do not be long."

Thor smiled at him "I'll be along shortly brother."

"So.....is he your brother or your mother?"

Thor was quick with his reply "my brother but he does his best to mother me, its not his fault im a such a scamp."

"Scamp? Your word or his?"

"You know, I can't remember" he put smoothed his shirt down, which you took as him fidgeting.

"Your married?" You bite your bottom lip

"Ahh, well separated officially and once these proceedings are done I will be divorced, officially."

"Is that why you haven't been coming in to the shop anymore?

"Yes and no. Ive been in the process of getting a divorce for months now, my ex has been dragging it out. Apparently she found out about my little morning getaway and changed our meeting times to interfere with my routine. Needless to say it's been a rough time."

"Does she hate coffee that much?"

"Oh, no she hates....well she hates." Thor was flustered he thought his crush on you was obvious by now, all those months of him flirting with you. He looked away from you "she hates my flirting with you."

You swore your head was going to burst into flames with how hot your face felt. "Oh"

You started to fidget with your hands flirting was one thing but a confession, why does it make you feel so small. You like him as well and you definitely flirted back, it was a great relief that it wasn't one sided. Still nothing rattled you like when someone you liked, liked you back.

"Oh?.....I take it then that you do not feel the same about me?" Thor was crestfallen thinking you did not like him back.

"Oh....oh no, no.....I mean yes no...." you furrowed your brows in concentration to stop your spiraling. "I mean yes, yes I do like you....so do I have to worry about some over complicated revenge plot or something?"

He laughed loudly at your question the relief evident in his face "no, no Jane may not be in love with me anymore but she would never mess with anyone else. She only meant to punish me, as she sees how much happier I've been lately."

You raised an eyebrow at that "you sound strangely ok about that kind of behavior."

"It would have wounded me once but she left me so this was her choice, I am simply learning how to live this new life."

You looked around Thor towards the car you saw Loki get in and knew you had to hurry up and ask him before he left.

"I've kept you long enough," you bit your bottom lip trying not to lose the courage for this next part "would you like to go get coffee or something, sometime AFTER your divorce?"

Why the hell were you yelling the word after so loud like you needed to make an announcement.

Thor smiled down at you "yes, I would like that very much."

You both waved at each other and began walking in your respective directions, Thor glanced back and smiled hugely at you dancing down the street back to your job.

A/n: right im sick, my family is sick and I wrote this story in between naps and general sickness care. I figured I'd get some writing practice in since I'm in bed. Constructive criticism is always welcome

#thor x y/n #thor x reader #thor odinson #thor odison imagine #thor odison x reader #thor x poc reader #thor x thicc reader #soft thor

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godofplumsandthunder · 3 years

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For old fashioned DD: your choice of character with "walking through the woods"

For Old Fashioned DD for @the-marvel-horniest-book-club is the prompt “walking through the woods”. And I had to do this with my beautiful soft baby boi, Thor. He’s so cuddly and soft in endgame and he just needs all the love. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Thor x Reader

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King of Asgard, God of Thunder, son of Odin, and the strongest Avenger. All titles of Thor’s past life. Titles one probably wouldn’t have guessed based on how he looks. A soft red flannel hugs his soft torso, paired with dark jeans and tan boots Thor looks like a cuddly and softer Brawny man. You absolutely love this look on Thor. While some still gibe him, saying he wouldn’t be worthy or healthy till he shifted the weight he gained, you, but more importantly Thor, knew that he was worthy AND healthy. He stopped binge drinking and started to take care of himself. Retiring from Avengening was the best thing for him. He was at peace, and if that meant your husband carried some extra weight around, well you weren’t going to complain. You loved your big, soft, cuddly teddy bear. And now that he was retired, he was slowly adjusting to becoming the house husband. Thor’s favorite task was planning fun and outlandish date nights to spoil you, and get you to relax from your stressful day at work. That’s how you found yourself hiking in the woods outside of New Asgard.

“Thor! How much longer?! My feet hurt, I’m tired and hungry!” You whine as you make your way through the woodland floor. You weren’t an outdoorsy person, and Thor knew this. Maybe this was his way of payback, you thought.

Thor, pulling your hand up to his lips, places a kiss on your hand.

“Don’t worry, my love. We’re almost there. You will love it, I am sure of it.” He smiles as he continues to trek through the woods, the sound of twigs snapping under his boots. And true to his words, you arrive in a clearing and you’re left speechless.

In the middle of the woods is a big plaid blanket that’s laid out. A big picnic basket, which you’d bet was filled to the brim with your favorite foods sat next to a bottle of your favorite drink. It was meticulously laid out and well planned. Turning to Thor, you can’t help but smile.

“Thor, baby, this... It’s too much baby!” Thor pulls you into his arms, and you cuddle into his soft chest.

“You’ve been stressed, my love. I see it when you come home from work. Here, there are no emails, no stress. Just us. Now let’s eat! I’m hungry!”

Chuckling you lounge out on the blanket, leaning against Thor, “you’re always hungry, Pooh bear,” he blushes at the nickname.

Looking around, you’re happy that your husband isn’t an Avenger anymore. The retired life was much, much better.

#the hbc #thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #thor x you #thicc thor #chubby thor #fat thor #chubby thor is bae #he deserves all the loves #chris hemsworth

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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The Long Way Home: Twenty-Seven

Thor squeezed your hand tenderly and smiled. He was glad to see you up and dressed. “Good Morning, Sweetheart,” he said, taking the coffee mug you offered.

“Good morning,” you answer, tucking yourself in against his side. Seeking comfort of warmth, Thor isn’t sure. But he is pleased to see you turning to him. Trusting him to take care of you. He smudges a kiss against your hair and sips his coffee.

“Do you have plans for the day?” he asked.

“Catching up on letters,” you answer, “And working on the Tapestry you wanted for the meeting hall... I’d like to get it finished before your friends visit.”

Thor made a soft approving sound and tilted your chin up to kiss you, “My clever love,” he hummed. He set his mug sown and took your hands in his, brushing his lips against your knuckles, “Such magic in these hands,” he praised, making your cheeks heat.

“It passed the time when I was young,” you say modestly.

He tutted and kissed you again, “Magic,” he insisted, “And it’s beautiful, the things you create for me.”

“Thor,” you murmur, a little breathlessly. It was hard to resist him when he was like this. And he knew it, damn him. You could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he pulled you to him and snaked a hand under your thick sweater to feel your skin.

“I miss your summer clothes,” he pouted playfully, his calloused fingers finding your right breast and cupping it gently as he stroked his thumb over your pebbled nipple. “But,” he sighed, “Your sweaters are all very soft... I suppose I can deal with it.”

You can hardly think to respond to his flirting. Not like you’re ever terribly adept at it. The smell of him and the feel of his hands on you is enough to make your head feel foggy. A fact, your husband has assured you, he enjoys immensely.

And as he hefts you on to the wooden counter and nudges your thighs apart to stand between your legs, you know he wasn’t lying when he told you that.

Thor doesn’t remove your sweater. Or your thick skirt. He wants you warm and cozy. All the time. He hates seeing you shiver. Unless, he reflects, warmth swirling in his belly as your eyes meet his shyly, it’s a shiver of pleasure. That was acceptable. And he decided, reaching for his belt, that that, was exactly what his queen needed this morning.

Despite the fact that she’d had him last night. And several times the day before. “Are you sore?” he asked softly, kissing your nose and searching your face. He doesn’t want it to hurt when he takes you this morning. But. He also doesn’t want to pull away from you. Not when he can feel you. Your desire for him. The sudden need that flared up with just the slightest pressure.

“A little,” you murmur, looking away, embarrassed.

“I can sto-”

“No,” you protest quickly, swallowing a needy little whine.

Thor chuckled warmly and shoved your skirt up higher on your thigh, tracing slow circles on your skin with his thumbs. “Are you sure?” he asked, swallowing hard as your clever hands reached for the button of his jeans. A button he’d had to struggle a little to close that morning. A consequence, he was sure, of colder weather and your new found talent at decorating cakes. He made a mental note to get a little more training in but. As your fingers found his prick, touching him eagerly, that thought was gone quickly. Banished by his own sense of urgency.

“We’re going to put a baby in you,” he rumbled against your ear as he slid inside you easily, “Aren’t we, sweetheart?” Despite what he’d said to Sif. Time and time again. He was impatient. He wanted you to have his heir in your belly. Sooner rather than later. And you seemed to understand that need. And share it. Though Thor knew that it was at least partly tactical. A pregnancy would bind both kingdoms together in a way no one could argue. And bind Cadel to stop his machinations under Greenbrair law. For him? He’d hardly considered tactical implications. All he knew was that his knees went weak when he watched you playing with children. And he wanted to see you play with babies of your own. Babies that he had given you. And. He’d be lying if he said that it wasn’t about claiming you. About making sure no one could remove you from his side.

“Yes,” you pant, “I- I-”

He kisses you quiet and thrusts gently, bringing himself inside you to the hilt and rocking gently as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you quiet. Dirty things sound wrong on your pretty lips. Like he was degrading you. It was like putting jewels on a wolf. It diminished the majesty of both things.

“Shh,” he hummed, feathering soft touches against your clit under your skirt, to make you whimper, “Just let your god of Thunder give you his blessing.” And when you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, your husband needs no more encouragement.

He thrusts into you hungrily and sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle the roar as he spends inside you with your climax. “Good girl,” he praises, nuzzling the red bite mark on your shoulder.

#Thicc Thor #king!thor #smut #thor x reader #chubby thor #breeding kink mention

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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A Morning Storm

Summary: You wake up early one spring morning to a storm outside and a thunder god in your bed.

Warnings/Content: Sweet fluff and a little implied smut

Word Count: 729

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies. This fic was written for the amazingly supportive @godofplumsandthunder who stood by my last fic from day one. I can never thank you enough for that. So, please enjoy the little drabble I dreamed up this morning while listening to the rain outside. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO - Ash

A Morning Storm

You know it’s raining before you even open your eyes. The soft pitter-patter of fat droplets hitting the roof above you and the scent of the damp spring air flowing in through the open window clue you in as you gradually wake. Thor must be pleased, you think. Your sweet thunder god loves a good storm. You can feel him behind you, warm and soft, holding you close. Even in sleep he’s reluctant to let you go.

Thor had been more than a little touch starved by the time he got back from traveling space with his odd new friends. It was understandable after the years of self imposed isolation and then months traveling. When you reconnected after he returned for good, you had promised yourself you would do everything in your power to make up for lost time. Despite the warrior facade he put on for most of his life, Thor took more after his mother than he did his father. He felt everything so deeply and cared so intensely about others. It was both a blessing and a curse. You had seen both sides of the coin, the highs of his joy and the depths of his despair, and it only made you love him more.

The quiet sigh behind you is the only warning you get before Thor is burying his face into the curve of your neck and shoulder. You wiggle happily, letting him draw you even closer to him. Early morning snuggles are your absolute favorite part of living with the god. Thor litters kisses along the crest of your shoulder and it’s your turn to sigh. He’s always so sweet in the mornings. You shift, pausing for him to loosen his embrace so that you can roll over. When he does you move quickly so you can plaster yourself against him once again, barely apart long enough to notice the chill in the air.

“Hello, darling.” You murmur as you lean in to kiss him.

Thor returns your kiss with the lazy slowness of just waking up. “Good morning, my love.” He says with quiet reverence.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and you burrow into the wide plane of his chest, his curly golden hairs tickling your nose. Thor’s body had changed so much over the past six years and while it had once been a tremendous source of pain for him, he had come around to accepting, and at times even enjoying, his new form. He appreciated the way he could throw around his additional mass in a fight, but he loved your words of praise over how perfect and comfortable and gorgeous you thought his body was. You had been quite vocal on all those points too.

Unbearably happy wrapped up in the strong arms of your god, you trail a hand from his chest down the rounded slope of his belly, caressing the lower curve of it as your hand drifts to squeeze his plush love handle. “You are so wonderful.” you whisper into his ear.

Thor’s body shudders at your words, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest. He swallows thickly, unable to find, nor form, an adequate response. So instead, he cranes his neck to kiss you, pouring his love into the press of his lips to yours.

The air changes as your kiss deepens. The slight crackle of electricity thrums in the damp air from the spring storm outside as Thor’s arousal grows. It doesn’t happen every time but occasionally Thor really lets go and an unexpected lightning show illuminates the Norwegian sky. You let your hand continue it’s exploration while the other tangles itself in his long blonde hair. You’re completely lost to him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What do you think, my love?” he rasps between kisses, “Shall we make it a true thunderstorm for the people?”

You laugh, your body shaking against his, “Might as well, it’s already raining.”

“Then let’s give them a show.” he all but growls, lowering his head to shower you with more affections.

The storm over Tønsberg that morning is a beautiful array of streaky lightning flashing across the grey sky. And, thankfully, the accompanying booms of thunder serve the dual purpose of announcing the light show and drowning out the moans that echo from your little cottage on the hill.

#thor #thor odinson #thor fanfic #thor fanfiction #thor x reader #reader insert #thor x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #morning cuddles #implied smut #early morning thor cuddles are life #thicc thor #fluffy thor #fat thor #chubby thor #we love and appreciate fat thor in this house #sweet fluff

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years

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“Absolute Best”: Thor Imagine: Time of the Month

Thor Imagine Thicc Thor is my dream come true Thor x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader ---- Imagine Thor taking care of you on your period.

------------------ Not that it was out of character but Thor knew the moment you stumbled out of the bedroom with the blanket wrapped around you in full on cocoon mode...that something was up

He loved you like that though

Still partially asleep and a little cranky.

He found it really cute.

You made your way over to him while he sat on the couch playing video games and cuddled up next to him.

You laid your cheek against his shoulder and he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

"What's wrong?" he asked as you continue to watch him play the game.

"Just cramps." you said.

"Sorry, sweetheart." he said and kissed your head again.

You just nodded.

"Want to order some take out?" he asked.

"Sounds good." you said absentmindedly watching him play.

He pressed a small kiss to the top of your head before pausing the game and ordering delivery.

You watched him for a moment as he tapped away on his phone ordering all your favorites.

You knew he'd rent a movie that was horrible but that you loved.

He'd let you braid his hair and do face masks with you later.

He'd hold you and cuddle you all you wanted against his big, soft and strong body.

Thor was more than you could have ever even dreamed for in a partner.

And that very thought....made your burst into tears.

He abandoned the device immediately to console you and you just wailed.

"You're just the best person ever!" You cried. "I love you so much and I don't know what I did to deserve you."

He chuckled and simpled pulled you into his lap to hold you while he finished ordering.

At the end of the day, he knew your hormones were out of whack and he could usually make it better with a big bear hug.

After all, his bear hugs were the absolute best.

Because Thor was truly the best person you'd ever been blessed with knowing.

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Dark ‘n’ Stormy, Pt. 11

Summary: It’s the day after the stuffing chapter. New Asgard decides which system of government it wants. Not much smut, an awful lot of politics.

Length: 6.9k. A more sensible person than me might try to edit this down, but honestly, I feel like you’d all be horribly disappointed if I didn’t write all the words.

Warnings: Eh the usual. Kinky food stuff, smut, drinking, swearing, mental health wonkiness, Asgardian politics, body shaming, intrusive media, social media shittiness, uncomfortable family relationships, mentions of starting a family, mentions of dead characters, smutty pictures, some ridiculously long speeches that might give you feels. I think that’s it.

Notes: This chapter, quite literally, took months to write. Apologies, therefore, if it’s a bit disjointed or I contradict myself. This bad boy is now over 50k in total (!) It took a while, because I couldn’t quite decide how I wanted it to go. Also, writing a story a day for the entire year is quite time consuming and a really fucking terrible idea. Typos and errors are all my own but please alert me to anything spectacularly bad so I can fix. I’ve not given this any distance, so I am hella word-blind.

Also, one of you gets a mention :P

Need a reminder of what’s happened? Pt. 10 & the masterlist.

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It wasn’t the cockerels crowing that woke you, but the dogs excitedly greeting someone.

“Whuh time issit?” you mumbled into Thor’s hair, your hand resting on his still full tummy as you spooned the sleepy Thunder God.

“Too early.”

He wasn’t wrong. Groggily you pulled yourself away, rummaging around for something to throw on so you could investigate who your visitor was.

Opening the bedroom door, you spied the Valkyrie crouched down by the settee, rubbing Geri’s tummy.

“Why?” you asked, not really awake enough to form a proper question.

“Why what?” Valkyrie responded, continuing to fuss the dog at her feet.

“Why are you here? Now? At this godforsaken time?”

“Has Thor forsaken this time in particular?”

Your glare said it all.

“I jest, sorry. Have you been online? Checked your phone? Seen or heard the news?”

“For fuck’s sake, Brunnhilde,” you said, startling the dogs and finally rousing Thor, “I’ve literally just gotten up. Because of you. When would I have done any of that? And why does it matter?”

“I’ll make the coffee, you go get Thor.”

You’d barely turned and taken a step, when you collided with the solid mass that was your lover.

“What’s wrong? Why is the Valkyrie here?” he asked, holding you to his stomach.

“Not a fucking clue.”

You weren’t exactly a morning person. Even less so after a few cocktails, and when your awakening had been rude. Not the good kind of rude, either. Thor knew, from prior experience, that waking you unexpectedly was like deciding to disturb a wasp’s nest. Nothing good would come of it and it wasn’t something you’d likely repeat in a hurry. You were a surly, venomous grump, sure to sting whatever had disturbed you.

Either Brunnhilde was more foolhardy than he thought, or something was seriously wrong.

Brunnhilde returned to find you slouched on the settee, buried in Thor’s hoodie with the hood pulled up and over, almost to the point of covering your eyes, in a vain attempt at ignoring the world. The steaming mug of caffeine placed on the table next to you was met with a snort of derision, and it was with no small amount of trepidation that Thor sat next to you, before pulling you onto his lap. Maybe whatever had brought the Valkyrie would concern only him, and you could doze off against his chest.

“Did you enjoy your pizza last night?” Brunnhilde asked, breaking the frosty silence.

“Yes,” Thor smiled at the memory. “How did you know we had pizza?”

“That’s what brought me here. I’m sorry it’s so early.”

Why would pizza have brought her here, Thor wondered. Did she need a recipe? Did she have some left over? Was she planning to open a pizza place in New Asgard?

“Someone… someone, erm, they snapped some pictures of you. The two of you. In the restaurant. They must’ve recognised you.”

“So?” Thor queried softly, hoping that you had begun to return to sleep in his arms.

“Well, they sold them to some media people. You’re, erm, trending on Twitter. I wanted to tell you before you saw for yourselves, some of the reporting is… unflattering.”

Yeah. Thor could already picture it. Being fat and in the public eye was just a magnet for the worst kind of people.

“If they’ve worked out who Y/N is, it’s not been published yet, but it’s only a matter of time,” Brunnhilde continued.

“Ah, balls,” you said, finally joining the conversation.

“Indeed. A few months back, I asked some friends to do some digging on you. Don’t be alarmed, I just wanted to be prepared for the time when it eventually emerged that you and Thor were together. I didn’t find anything to be worried about in what they found on you, but I understand that there may be things that you’d prefer to stay private. The silence of those involved can be arranged, if you wish.”

There were certainly things in your past that you weren’t exactly proud of. You probably should’ve realised that you couldn’t stay under the radar forever.

“No, it’s ok. Don’t waste your resources, or those of your friends. I’ve been alive long enough to know that if the tabloid press thinks there’s a story, they’ll dig it up somehow. Or just make one up. I’ve done what I’ve done, and that’s the end of that. Anyone commenting on my life probably has stuff they’d rather keep secret,” you answered with a sigh.

“Very well. Do you want to read the dossier?”

“No, no. I’m sure it’s very thorough and accurate. Thor, do you want to read it?”

“Anything you wish to tell me about your past, you can tell me about yourself,” he answered, running his fingers through your hair. “Whatever you have done, it’s of no consequence. You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Some youthful follies could not reverse my love for you.”

You nuzzled your face into his chest hair to hide the tears you could feel beginning to sting your eyes.

“Is that all, Brunnhilde? May we return to bed?” Thor said.

“Yes, of course. Apologies once again for disturbing you. I just wanted you to hear it from a friend before you heard it elsewhere.”

You were fast asleep again by the time Thor gently laid you back on the bed. You must’ve been warm in his hoodie, the early rays of sunshine beginning to seep into the bedroom, but he didn’t want to disturb you. His mind was all over the place, so he decided to check the news on your tablet while you were tucked into his side.

Thor’s Hammered!

King of Ass-gard

Pizza Gut - Avenger destroys pizza buffet

Thor quickly put the tablet back down. It stung to read the words they wrote about him, but even worse was what they wrote about you. They didn’t know you, why did they get to judge you, speculate about who you were and why you were with him? You were just another name on the long list of loved ones he wasn’t able to protect.

Gingerly removing himself from your side, relieved when he didn’t wake you, Thor decided to sit back on the settee, letting Loki slither over him. The snake wasn’t as helpful as his brother, but he found it calming anyway.

15 minutes later, the sound of a message being received made him jump. Unlocking his old phone, he saw it was a message from Brunnhilde.

I know you said you didn’t want to know about Y/N’s past, but I think you might find this interesting…

There were several links at the bottom of the message. Thor didn’t want to pry, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help but be curious as to what was that important that Brunnhilde had felt the need to send him a link.

Moving as quietly as he could, he returned to the bedroom to grab the tablet, before settling back down to see what had been sent.

Typing the address was a torturous process, his fingers weren’t quite dexterous enough to easily manipulate Midgardian devices, although he was becoming more careful with them. Still, he nearly dropped the tablet when he saw where the link took him to.

It was a gallery of pictures. Pictures of you, to be exact. You weren’t naked but it was obvious that these weren’t the kind of pictures you shared with friends or family. He’d heard about these kinds of sites, adult sites they were called. The model had a different name, but it was definitely you. No doubt about it.

Pictures of you in corsets that pushed up your breasts and cinched in your waist. Pictures of you with chokers around your throat. Some pictures where you wore clothing made of a strange material that seemed to fit you like a second skin. Some more where you wore beautiful lingerie in vibrant colours, brilliant blues and vivid violets.

The pictures on the next link were a little different. Leather gloves, ball gags, handcuffs. Fishnet stockings and knee-high leather boots. Why had he never seen any of these outfits? Carefully gripping the tablet with one hand, he moved the other inside the waistband of his pants, rubbing at the head of his excited cock.

For a split second, he considered what Brunnhilde had thought of these pictures. Had she shown them to Sif? What if they’d both enjoyed them?

His cock grew harder at the thought.

And he knew he should feel a little ashamed. You hadn’t mentioned these pictures, so it probably wasn’t something you were proud of, but he couldn’t help but look, hope that others had looked, and seen just how sexy you were.

He didn’t really understand the third link. That seemed to be a niche site. You were barely visible, clad in rain gear, and wrapped in heavy duty tape to secure you to a post.

But, Brunnhilde really had saved the best until last.

Bound, gagged, blindfolded. Eyes wide in another as you looked at the woman stroking your hair as you sat tied to the chair. If he had to be king, he’d insist on having a throne, just so he could recreate that image with you. Only, in his version, you’d be wearing a lot less clothes, his face between your thighs, eating you out until the only thing keeping you upright were the ropes that held you in your place.

It was funny. He’d not really enjoyed being in chains, in a cage, when he’d encountered Surtur. But the thought of you being bound, held captive while he pleasured you in all the different ways he knew how. Now, that was something he liked the idea of.

Freeing his cock, he began to stroke in earnest, the images he’d just seen and images of what he’d like to do to you fuelling his desire. The harder he thought of them, the harder he got, and the harder he pumped his fist.

His orgasm was explosive, and Loki hissed at him angrily. Geri and Freki perked up their ears to see what the fuss was about. He knew he should move and clean himself but he was comfy, he was relaxed, he could rest here for a moment or two.

***

Evidently it was more than a moment or two when he awoke to the sound of pans clanging around in the kitchen. There’s no way you couldn’t have seen him, and there’s no way he could pretend it was anything else. He’d fallen asleep with his cock out, the evidence crusted onto his tummy.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he approached the kitchen with caution.

“Good morning, my love,” he tried.

“Good afternoon,” you corrected. “Dare I ask?” you said, looking at his gut pointedly.

Nothing good would come of lying, so he tried his best to explain the truth.

“Ah, well, what happened was, you see, Brunnhilde sent me an electronic letter with some links on my phone. So I looked at them on the tablet,” he explained.

“Brunnhilde sent you porn?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean maybe? The links were to pictures of you.”

“Ah,” you said, understanding. “Brunnhilde’s friends found those.”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed them. I enjoyed doing them.”

Thor doesn’t ask for an explanation, doesn’t press you, doesn’t tell you about his fantasies. You’ll tell him when you want to, if you want to. He’ll tell you when you’re not trying to cook avocado eggs Benedict.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he mumbles before walking off to the bathroom. He’s glad that you’re not angry or upset, but he’s still embarrassed that you caught him in that position.

The shower is cold, but not cold enough to cool him down from his thoughts. Thoughts of those photos, thoughts of last night, and thoughts of what he’d like to do with you in the future. He could probably roll around on Jötunheimr and still feel too hot.

He’s quiet during brunch, but you don’t press him. You just hold his hand, silently telling him that everything will be alright.

You’d briefly checked your phone before Thor had woken up. There were so many notifications, you were afraid it might crash, and you’d put it back down again. Today was an historic day for New Asgard, you didn’t want to overshadow it by worrying about what Twitter trolls had to say about you. It keeps buzzing on the table next to you, and you continue ignoring it.

“Are you going to check that?” Thor asked. “It might be something important.”

“I don’t really want to, I’m afraid of what I might see,” you said.

“I understand, but the longer you leave it, the worse it will be. Maybe just check if there is anything from your family. You don’t want it playing on your mind throughout the day.”

Thor’s right, and so with a resigned sigh, you picked up your phone and looked at your notifications, dismissing anything that wasn’t important.

A message from Sam on Skype that read I knew you had a thing for older men, didn’t realise you liked them THAT old ;-) now I know where you are, let me know when I can visit. Ignore the haters, they’re just jealous.

There was also an entire chain of emails from your mum, without a subject. She’d never quite gotten the hang of email.

Is this you/??>????? And then a link to a news website.

It is, isn’t it.

WHy didn’t you tell us. Where you were????

Your father is looking at flights.

He’s found some cheap ones with Ryanair, we’re coming over in a fortnight. Flying to Oslo. Charlie is coming too.

He can’t find anywhere to stay in New Asgard, are there no hotels????

Answer me.

“Ah, fuck,” you said, staring at down at your phone.

“What’s the matter?” Thor asked, worried that you’d seen something critical of you.

“My family knows where I am now, they’re coming to visit,” you mumbled. “In two weeks.”

“That’s wonderful news, I can’t wait to meet them,” Thor said, kissing your hand.

“Yeah,” you said doubtfully. You loved your family, but they could be tricky at times. They were hurt, of course, by your vagueness on the subject of your whereabouts. You already knew they were going to make some unintentionally hurtful comments, either about Thor, or about Alex, or both. They were also likely to do the same about you.

“Two weeks,” Thor mused, still enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting your family. “I think that gives me sufficient time to build a place for them to stay.”

It was lovely that he was excited by the prospect, but you groaned internally. Something told you that Thor was not going to have time for much if the vote went the way you thought it would.

“I’ll tell them we can accommodate them somewhere,” you said, firing off a quick email. “Now, let’s forget about this and focus on the task at hand. Brunnhilde wanted us there no later than two, that only gives us an hour.”

***

At 2:10 you arrived at the mead hall, Thor in his full regalia, you in the dress he’d gifted you for the May Day feast. Geri and Freki loping along behind you. You went to add the one remaining cake to the long table of food, while Brunnhilde intercepted Thor.

“Is everything alright, after this morning?” she asked him.

“Yes, I think so. Y/N is strong, although her family have elected to visit. That seems to have shaken her,” Thor sighed.

“It must be hard to face someone you thought was dead, even if you love them, once you’ve been through the grieving process,” Brunnhilde noted.

“It is.” Thor knows it’s hard, he went through it enough times with Loki, but he’d do anything to have his brother back. Or his mother, father.

There are flowers everywhere. Bouquets on tables, bunting hanging from the rafters, and people everywhere with flower crowns on their heads. Thor’s pleased with how well they’ve turned out. He makes a note to thank everyone involved, as well as to the plants for blooming so abundantly for him. There was something very satisfying about growing things and tending to them, becoming one with nature.

He’s not surprised when you return with a flower crown, plus one each around the dog’s necks. He doesn’t think they’ll last long, which is why he’d made sure to cultivate flowers that wouldn’t make the dogs sick when they inevitably tried to eat them. Thor particularly likes how you look with your flower crown. He’s seen you wear one before, of course, but they really do suit you. He hopes that if he has to be king, then perhaps one day you’ll wear a different kind of crown.

“Hello, Brunnhilde. Apologies for our lateness. I didn’t grab a crown for you but if Thor doesn’t want this one, I’m sure you can have it,” you offered, holding out the wreath.

“That’s quite alright, I’m not really one for crowns,” Valkyrie answered with a small shake of her head. “I’ll leave you two to mingle, just don’t be late for the vote announcement.”

“We won’t,” Thor assured her, knowing full well that they won’t start without him. “I fear this may not be the only crown I accept today,” he continues, taking the flowers from you and placing them on his head.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll support you, no matter the outcome.”

Thor knows this, and he’s glad of it. He’s still not comfortable with being in charge, quite content with his life, building things, tending to the plants, and playing with his animals. But at least he doesn’t have to do it alone. After Loki died, he was so very alone. Korg and Miek were great, but there was something missing in his life, a much closer form of companionship that he’d finally found again.

“Let us mingle, I’m sure there are many children who will be glad to pet the dogs,” Thor said, looping his arm with yours at the elbow.

*** By the time it gets to the hour of the announcement, Geri and Freki have had their bellies rubbed by seemingly every child in New Asgard, much to their delight.

A little boy had brought you a small posy of flowers, and was extra pleased when Thor held him in his strong arms and let the child place the flowers in Thor’s beard. It’s very haphazard, and a little one-sided but Thor’s pleased with the end result, when you show him in your pocket mirror.

It makes him ache desperately to have a child - well, children - of his own. He thinks about what kind of uncle Loki would’ve been.

Hopefully he wouldn’t have stabbed them.

It’s too hot in the mead hall. Thor’s been trying to drink slowly, aware that he’s drinking out of nerves more than anything.

Dutch courage, you’d called it. Allegedly, Dutch soldiers had drunk jenever before going into battle. Thor considered that a little risky. Drinking was best done after battle, being clumsy while handling a weapon didn’t strike him as the best strategy. Then again, it seemed to work fine for Brunnhilde. It didn’t really happen to him, but supposed many people got nervous before a fight.

Thor knew you had a Dutch friend, a teacher. He wondered if they might bring jenever with them if they ever came to visit?

Bruce came over, crowds of Asgardians parting easily for his bulky frame.

“Hey buddy,” he said, hugging Thor. “Are you ready?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be,” Thor answered. A few years ago, he’d thought he was ready. Had almost been crowned king.

He never thanked Loki for royally screwing that up. It was only now, with hindsight, that he could appreciate the favour his brother had inadvertently done him.

“It’s time,” Bruce told Thor, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Thor looks back at you, but you shake your head. This is an Asgardian matter. Your place is at the back with Geri and Freki, not onstage with Asgard’s elite.

“Do you know?” Thor asked Bruce, desperately.

“No Thor. Even if I did, I couldn’t tell you,” Bruce noted. “Whatever happens, you have people that care about you. It won’t be like it was before.”

Thor joins Valkyrie, Sif and several others onstage. Bruce waves his hands, dampening down the crowd that buzzes like a hornet’s nest. Despite all the assurances, this is still a volatile situation and Bruce says a silent prayer that everything works out for the best.

“Thank you all,” Bruce addressed the crowd. “Thank you for trusting in the process and for allowing us, as outside observers, to count all of your votes. No system will be perfect, but we hope that you will all respect the outcome, whatever it may be. It took three rounds of voting for an option to gain over 50% of the vote. I’ll now hand over to Captain America, who has the results.”

Bruce steps down, stands to the right hand side of the stage as Sam steps forward. Anticipation builds around the room, like static during a storm. Sif holds hands with both Thor and Valkyrie, holding in a breath as she waits to see which of the people she cares about most will draw the short straw of heading Asgard.

She fervently hopes that the people will have chosen another option, but she doubts it. Most Asgardians fell on one side of the divide or the other - traditionalists who wanted to continue the existing royal family, and those who felt that Brunnhilde was the best leader amongst those left.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Sam said, grateful that someone the Asgardians were familiar with had addressed them first. “The result is very close, but let me assure you, it is accurate. We counted every single ballot ten times, just to ensure there was no discrepancy. With 50.8% of the vote, the people of Asgard have chosen the option of an octarchy.”

The room erupted with people cheering, complaining, or otherwise chatting with people about what it all meant. Sam waited for the commotion to die down before continuing.”

“Furthermore, the proposed solution, as outlined within the election materials is that Thor, son of Odin.” Sam paused, Thor’s full title sounding odd coming out of his mouth, but that was what the piece of paper he was holding said. “Thor, son of Odin, shall rule as king, and head of state.”

Thor paled visibly and your heart went out to him, glad that Sif was holding his hand.

“Succession will be a matter of blood, as it has always been, unless Thor shall have no issue. In that event, the people of Asgard will once again convene to decide how they wish to be governed. Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall serve as his second in command. She will rule in his absence or if he is incapacitated, if Thor does not have an heir of legal age.”

Sam shook his head. He shouldn’t have let Bucky write the speech, he should’ve known his metal-armed partner would try to stitch him up with flowery Asgardian language. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Bucky smirking, standing next to Bruce. Sam makes a mental note to put on his suit later, pick Bucky up, and drop him in the North Sea.

“The other six members of the council will be chosen as follows. Thor, son of Odin, and Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall each choose one. Two more shall be elected by the people of Asgard. The final two shall be selected at random in a lottery of all citizens who have come of age. These positions shall be reviewed every ten years, unless circumstances, or the will of the people dictate otherwise.”

The place descends into chaos, even the dogs start barking at all the noise, and it only stops when the valkyrie gets to the front of the stage and lets out an ear-piercing screech. Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at her, wincing.

“Settle down everyone, settle down,” she shouted. “I respect this result, just as I said I would, and I pledge to serve both Asgard and its king to the best of my ability, as long as I am able to do so. I would like to thank you for your trust and patience during the time in which I served as Asgard’s caretaker. I know that not all of you were happy with the situation, but I hope I served you well. There is one among us, who I would like to nominate for inclusion on the council. However, I am aware that some of you may feel it is a conflict of interests. As many of you are aware, the Lady Sif and I are in love. She is my nomination if you will accept her.”

Raucous applause erupts. Sif is well liked, and most people are pleased to have her helping to steer Asgard’s course, even if she’s a little too eager to head into battle at times.

“Very well, I thank you all for your trust,” the valkyrie continued. “While I have the floor, there is one more thing I wish to do. I was going to do it later, but I think now is best, to declare my love in front of all those I serve.”

This time it’s Sif’s turn to go pale, as the Valkyrie sinks to her knees, turning back to Sif.

“Lady Sif,” Brunnhilde began. “I have lived long and travelled far, and there is no beauty that can compare to yours. Your love shines brighter than any star, and I am a better person for you sharing it with me. I have no title or riches to give you. This is but a small trinket, for I have already given you the greatest gift I have to give, which is my heart. I would be honoured if you would accept this ring as a token of my love, as is the custom on much of Midgard, and agree to be my wife.”

Sif is openly sobbing, and Thor’s not sure he’s ever seen her cry before. Scores more around the room wipe away tears as Sif slowly moves forward, allowing the Valkyrie to slip the ring onto her finger. Once it’s in place, Sif takes Brunnhilde’s hands and pulls her up, embracing her tightly and kissing her fiercely to a chorus of cheers.

It’s a wonderful sight, and you’re glad that there’s something for Asgard to celebrate, even if the vote didn’t go everyone’s way. Your throat goes dry as Thor nervously makes his way to the front of the stage to speak.

“Hello everyone. Apologies if I seem nervous, it has been many years since I last addressed so many,” he said, fiddling with the hem of his cloak. It’s far too hot to be wearing it, but he’d insisted that this was an important occasion and that he should dress accordingly.

“My congratulations to the Lady Sif and the Lady Brunnhilde. Theirs is an excellent union, and I wish them an eternity of happiness together.”

Thor waits until the cheering dies down before continuing.

“I, too, respect and honour the results of this vote. No man can outrun his destiny, and it seems mine will always be to rule Asgard as its king, even though I feel ill-equipped to do so. Fate apparently wills it so. I have not led Asgard well these last few years, and I apologise for that from the bottom of my heart. I have been remiss in my duties. I know that some of you do not trust that I have changed, but I give you my solemn word that I have. That I will act for the good of Asgard, and the other eight realms, as long as there is life in my breast.”

The entire room draws a collective gasp as Thor sinks to one knee. Panic sets in. This can’t be happening. Surely he’s not about to propose as well?

“I kneel before you, as your humble servant,” Thor continued, and you sighed in relief. “Too long, the people of Asgard have knelt before the throne. No more. I kneel before you all, and ask for your forgiveness. I am not the man I was, but I hope with time, that I will become someone better, someone worthy of the position that I find myself in.

“Asgard is not a place, it is a people. My father told me that, and I see now how true it is. I thank each and every one of you for trusting and believing in Asgard, in each other, when I did not trust or believe in myself. Together, you have created something strong and beautiful. I thank you for sharing it with me. You have rebuilt, you have shown incredible strength and fortitude.

“I am sorry for abandoning you. It is the most dishonourable and cowardly thing I have ever done. I asked the Valkyrie to rule in my stead, because I felt she was the best person for the job. I am truly sorry for abandoning Asgard in her hour of need. Thank you, all of you. Thank you for preserving our traditions and stories. Thank you for building a new home for us all. Thank you to everyone who has helped today. Baking delicacies, creating flower crowns, playing music. All that you do, on this day and every day, to ensure that we survive, that our culture survives, is appreciated by me.

“I hope to be able to thank you all individually, but please understand, it may take me some time. I kneel before you, as your king, humbled by the faith you still place in me. I shall work to rule as a king of the people, not above them. The throne should not be an untouchable pedestal on which I am put.

“Although I do not have a crown, I kneel before you, ready to serve Asgard, completely and unreservedly.”

“About your crown,” a voice called from the stunned crowd, as all eyes turned to look at Lorelei. She walked slowly through them, people parting for her, before she stopped in front of the stage, directly in front of Thor.

“When Hela attacked, many of us realised that Asgard was in peril. As we fled the city, some of us gathered up important artefacts. I apologise for keeping this from you, your majesty, but there never seemed to be an opportune moment…” she trailed off, reaching into a leather satchel, slung low against her hip.

Several people fainted, as with trembling hands, she pulled a crown from it.

“My-my father’s crown,” Thor mumbled, stunned.

“Yes, your majesty,” Lorelei explained. “I apologise again for keeping it secret, but you had already lost so much, I did not wish to remind you of your father. I have kept it safe, all these years. I believed that one day, you would be restored to the throne. I believed that day would be today.”

With trembling fingers, she reaches out the crown as Thor lowered his head. Tears were running down his face, into his beard, for everyone to see as he sat back up, slowly rising to his feet.

A collective sense of shock reverberated around the room, and you anxiously stroked your two dogs, who sat flanked you on either side.

“Thank you, good Lady Lorelei. This truly is an extraordinary gift. I thought I would never see this again, let alone wear it. I do wonder, now, what else was saved from Asgard, but that is a matter for another time,” Thor advised. “I have but one more matter to discuss, before it is time to feast. There is much to celebrate this day, and I hope it is one that will long be remembered.”

Thor paused, taking a moment to look around the hall. His friends, his people looking up at him. It filled him with a tiny spark of confidence that everything would work out fine this time, unlike when he had told Loki it would, all those years ago, after Asgard was destroyed.

“Like the Lady Brunnhilde, I too have someone I wish to nominate to the council. Like her, this person is one who is very dear to me,” he noted, looking across the heads of everyone to look you in the eye.

Thousands of heads turned to face you as you froze, wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“I wish to nominate the Lady Y/N. She has done so much for Asgard, though her time with us has been short so far,” Thor admitted. “As an outsider, I believe she has much knowledge and wisdom to offer us about Midgard, its people, and their customs. Her counsel is invaluable to me, and I would like to offer her a place at this table, if there are no objections.”

Deathly silence descends, everyone waiting for someone to say something.

“A wise appointment, your majesty,” Leifr spoke up, and a chorus of cheers echoed around the room.

“It is settled then,” Thor exclaimed happily. “The other four positions shall be determined in due time, but now I say it is time to eat, drink, and dance our fill. There is much to celebrate as we enter into a proud new chapter in Asgard’s history.”

Everything was a blur for several hours as you try to process exactly what’s happened. Thor being king again was something you expected, and he seems to be taking it well. His speech was genuinely moving and you could see many Asgardians visibly softening to him as he spoke.

But appointing you to be one of Asgard’s eight rulers?

No. No no no. This could not be happening. You didn’t belong here, didn’t want that kind of responsibility.

Judging by the way people keep congratulating you, it definitely is happening. You barely have an appetite, pushing your food around, eating small amounts whenever Thor prompts you to try this dish or that.

It had been a productive few hours for the other three newly instated rulers. Between them, they’d managed to hash out a plan for getting the other council members appointed. They’d even found time to draft a press release with Pepper, covering the events of the day. The world media would be taken aback. New Asgard had never released any information before. Along with the details of the election, Pepper had made sure to note that the new rulers would be willing to engage with journalists going forward to ensure transparency about what the kingdom was doing, but that they would not interact with any outlet that did not respect Asgardian privacy or engaged in hurtful gossip about them.

Apparently, the prince of another country, and his wife, had done something similar a few years prior.

You sit completely zoned out, a zombie. Utterly alone while surrounded by people. Geri and Freki lie protectively at your feet, aware that something is wrong.

Even Thor can sense that something is amiss. You’re paying no attention to him eating increasingly absurd portions. He even mentioned that he was getting full and you just nodded politely, a slightly vacant smile plastered to your face. You didn’t even try to touch his stomach, where it sat pressed up against the table.

Eventually, Sam manages to make his way over, whispering in Thor’s ear. You’re dimly aware that they’re talking about you, by the way Thor keeps glancing nervously in your direction.

“Let us go for a walk,” he said, standing up and tugging at your elbow. “Young Sam said that you look like you could do with some fresh air.”

Moving on autopilot you follow him, Geri and Freki loping along behind you. He leads you down to the beach, the sun setting in the distance as Thor gently maneuvers you into sitting down on a driftwood log.

“Are you quite alright?” Thor asked, running his fingers up your bare arms as he crouched awkwardly in front of you. “You seem distant, distracted.”

“This is all just very overwhelming,” you said, looking at your hands where they rested in your lap.

“I agree, much has happened today. We can return home, if you wish?”

“Why did you appoint me to the council?” you whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t know if I’ll still be here in ten years. What if we split up? I don’t belong here, I’m not Asgardian. I don’t want this responsibility, I’m not qualified, I don’t want to do this.”

Thor’s heart sank and he let out a sad sigh, finally sitting on the soft sand, his hefty stomach making it hard to keep his balance while he crouched. He’d done it again. He’d thought only of what he wanted and hadn’t consulted you. He’d upset you, ruining your evening.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, tipping your chin up to make you look at him. “That was thoughtless and selfish of me, I should have consulted you before announcing my plan. Today has been trying for you, and you were already anxious and upset. I’m truly sorry for burdening you further.”

“I know you didn’t mean to Thor, but I’m so scared and sad.”

“Oh my love, no. I really am such an oaf,” Thor said sadly, pulling you into the small amount of lap he had left. If he kept on like this, he was going to really struggle to hold you like this soon.

He wants to kiss your lips, to kiss away all the hurt and worry he sees in your eyes, to kiss it better like his mother used to kiss his and Loki's scrapes and grazes. But he lets you bury your face in his shoulder. All he can do is cuddle you while you cry, chest heaving against his, while he rubs little circles onto your back, mumbling apologies all the while.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to upset you, to make you scared or anxious. I can see that I was mistaken, even though I only meant it as a good thing, as a compliment to your character and your intelligence. I truly know of no other in the whole of Asgard more capable than you, not even Brunnhilde,” Thor explained. “You are wise for one so young, and far more learned than any of us when it comes to this land we find ourselves in. Please, allow me to apologise unreservedly for the hurt I’ve caused. Allow me to make it right, allow me to pick another to serve in your place.”

You're so silent, shaking in his arms. It hurts Thor in a way he’s not felt since his father banished him. What if he's finally gone too far? What if this is the thing that pushes you away from him?

It scares him more than the thought of Thanos returning once more.

“A trial,” you said softly, as you raise your head.

“Pardon?” Thor asked.

“Until the end of the year, I will serve for a trial period. But if at the end of that time, I still don’t want to do it, then you must replace me, without any reservations.”

“Of course, of course. Are you absolutely sure?”

“No,” you admit. “But I am willing to try. I trust you. I trust you not to force me into anything I can’t handle. I’m humbled that you and your people have accepted me, and are prepared to give me this chance. I know it’s a great honour. So I will try to repay that trust that you have, I will try to serve Asgard, even if it doesn’t come easily to me.”

“No one who seeks power or has it come easily to them should ever be allowed to wield it,” Thor noted, rubbing his nose against yours. “Thank you, my love for agreeing to try this. I will honour your request should you change your mind at any point. I admit, I was scared that I had lost you, that my foolishness had driven you away.”

“You’ll have to do more than that to get rid of me,” you laughed wetly, wiping your face on the back of your hand.

“That’s good news, although I hope never to test that theory,” Thor told you, relieved. “Do you wish to return to the hall? I’m sure you could persuade me to have some more wine and sweet treats. As you can see, I am not quite at capacity,” Thor teased, moving your hands under his tunic to touch his taut tummy.

“I think I would like to head home. I’m emotionally exhausted and I just want to faceplant into your tummy and go to sleep.”

“Also an excellent plan,” Thor admitted, standing up with your still in his arms.

“I’m not too tired to walk,” you tried to insist, looking down at your bemused dogs as they trailed alongside the gentle giant carrying you.

“I know that, I just wanted to hold onto you some more.”

Thor’s going to be extra affectionate for the next little while, still reeling from the feeling of almost losing you. Now he finally has something to lose again, he’s resolutely determined not to let it happen.

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thesasswitchmusings · 4 years

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straightouttaneptune · 5 years

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I love you.

Pairing: Chubby!Thor x Reader

Warning: Past heartbreak, implied nsfw but not smut. Not much really floof.

Summary: 5 years ago, Thor left Y/N and the whole team. It’s now 5 years later and it’s the reader and Thor’s little reunion!

A/N: Oh my god I love Thor with all my heart. This is a little Endgame coping fic since my last Endgame fic was a little brutal. And I wanted a chubby Thor gif but it would be a major spoiler to people who accidentally see it so bear with me, please :)

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“Y/N, I’m not going to deal with this right now,” Thor said quietly with his storm breaker in hand, staring at anything or anyone but you.

“Thor, don’t do this. Don’t push everyone away. Don’t push me away.” You pleaded your dignity no longer in calculation. Thor was daring to leave alone, after murdering Thanos who was no use to anything anymore.

But Thor glanced at you sadly, whispering “I’m sorry Y/N.” Before taking off to god knows where.

It wasn’t Thor’s intention to hurt you, but he just knew that if you were to come with him, you’d hate him forever. He was broken, and he didn’t want his beloved to see him that way.

5 years later

It was now an ongoing plan to bring the dusted back to life. Going back in time and retrieving the stones sounded a little out there, but if Tony Stark says you can do this, then you better believe you can.

“Hey, I hear... Thor’s coming back. Are you okay with that?” Natasha jogs up to you, who was silently staring at the gigantic machine Tony and Bruce built.

“I am. I- I do still love him.” You understood why he left. All you wanted to do now was to hold him in your arms and tell him everything would be okay. You weren’t usually so teary, quite the opposite actually. But you couldn’t help but slip out a few tears.

Natasha rests her hand on your arm, reassuring you that everything would be fine.

Your head whips in the direction of footsteps nearing, and the first comers are Rocket and Bruce. You hear your own heart beating against your ribcage, about to explode with nervousness and excitement.

A few steps behind comes in Thor. The god you fell in love with when he fell onto the lands of New Mexico. You could recall it as if it happened yesterday.

His short hair grew out longer, like how it used to be before the Ragnarok in Asgard. His beard also grew out, clear it was not maintenanced. You felt your heart break a little when you took a glance at his multiple beer bottles and how he looked... broken.

But he was still the same Thor you fell in love with. It felt surreal to have him near you, finally. Before you knew it, you were unconsciously taking little steps towards him. You realized something was wrong when he started taking steps back as you went, but no way in hell you’d let him do that.

“Thor.” You sprinted towards him, catching him before he could go anywhere. You looked up into his eyes that held fear, which broke your heart a little more.

“Y/N, I-“ Thor stumbled around his words, not knowing what to say now that he’s been caught.

But you didn’t feel that there were any more words needed. You held him in a tight embrace, your heartbeat calming down. You finally felt safe, at home, after all these years. You feel his arms hesitating to hug you back, but he does after Rocket gives him the “What are you doing?” look.

“I missed you so much, Thor. You have no idea.” You raised your head from his chest and looked up at your love. Thor quickly felt overwhelmed by the amount of love in your eyes.

“But I left you. And now I look-“ He looked down at his own body, somehow ashamed to look that way.

“Stop. I love you. You’re still the same handsome, strong, amazing god I met and fell in love with. Even stronger now that you’ve found your way back to us.” You caress his cheek, just like how you used to after he went through a particularly bad mission.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You stood up on your tippy toes and looked into his eyes to silently ask for permission, both your hands clutching onto him as if he’d dust away if you didn’t. He doesn’t waste any time and hungrily presses his lips on yours. The feeling you’ve been craving came flooding in. His touch, his lips, you’ve been starved of it for 5 years. You were sure he had been too.

“Okay, yeah I know the love fest is kinda important, but we have a universe to save,” Rocket called out from where the Avengers were huddled up watching the two of you, who were quick to shush Rocket.

“We’ll catch up another way later, love.” You winked cheekily, Thor couldn’t wait till he came back from retrieving the Aether from... the past you. Okay, kind of confusing.

“I most certainly cannot wait, my lady.”

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summer-may · 5 years

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Rectify.

Summary: You two met after a while.

Warning: Angst, and 18+ themes.

A/n: This is after endgame y'all, it’s about thicc Thor, so kinda spoilers.

Words: 2432.

You heard the voice of the Raccoon entering the common room and blabbering about getting more guns for himself as he argued with Banner, you smiled to yourself. You had become quite fond of the Raccoon, but you would never tell him that.

You continued making your sandwich not paying them much attention – not paying attention was common for you now, getting lost in thought and reminiscing about the good ol’ days was the only thing you had been left with. The snap had changed everything; the people were gone and those who were alive were barely functioning if they didn’t let go of the past, and you were the one who wanted to move forward – you were trying to move ahead, process the grief but then the love of your life left, and you crumbled more than you had with the snap.

One leaving and going away because of something they couldn’t control; you could handle it - somewhat but Thor leaving you after all that, felt somehow worse and you had felt ashamed for feeling like that, it seemed as if you were insulting the ones who were gone but then you had accepted it - that he had gone and abandoned you. Left and settled in his new Asgard and forgot about you. So, you decided to let go of the anger after a year, since he hadn’t come back even once, and started moving on with your life by helping others how you could.

You were about to take a bite of your sandwich, but halted because you heard the deep baritone of Thor – there could be no mistake. You turned around and came out to the hall and stood still, it was him. The golden haired God, you had fallen in love with, the God that had left without a word, the God that broke your heart, and the God for whom your heart was once again begging for.

Your eyes got blurry and your breathing stuttered, you knew you were loud when you gasped because of the sudden pin-drop silence from the Raccoon and Thor’s broken gasp filled with your name echoed through the huge corridor. You felt your heart beating loudly, heard it banging against your rib cage abnormally – it felt like it was alive again, it sensed her lover returning to her, ready to mend her, but you could also feel the desperation mixed with anger come to the forefront and you did the only thing you could – you sobbed, sobbed by falling onto your knees, sobbed like you lost someone and sobbed for the lover who wasn’t yours anymore, but sobbed more in relief at seeing him again.

You saw footsteps stop in front of you and then kneeling through your bleary eyes, you smelled the stench of vodka mixed with beer wafting off of him and finally the warmth of his arms engulfing you into his body, somewhat swallowing you whole into him, and you went willingly – hands grabbing onto his stained jacket and clawing at him, your face cushioned into his soft chest, you heaved, his shirt wetting with your tears.

You were there for minutes, hours or maybe even days you weren’t sure but in the middle of it, Thor picked you up and took you to his bedroom, where you promptly fell asleep – exhausted but were finally able to fall into a deep slumber after countless restless nights filled with nightmares of falling into an abyss and no one being there to save you.

You woke up to a headache with swollen eyes, and panic – maybe everything had been a dream, or a hallucination. But you were shushed by a voice and felt yourself turn towards the settee at the corner of the room; the big windows behind him casting a glow of golden light on him, making him look more like a supernatural being, somehow.

You then noticed the hair, the beard and the body, you could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him and disperse around the room like pollen, you spoke nothing and just looked at him. You had nothing to give him – no reasoning or excuse for your breakdown and you figured he already knew the reason.

After no one spoke for a while, you moved to get up and leave, but the panicky voice of Thor uttering your name stopped you. You felt him come over and stand behind you, so close you could feel his heat and breath – moving strands of your hair. He uttered a little plea for you to turn around and look at him.

You looked at him, your eyes wide and searching – remembering and memorizing him, swallowing him down before he disappeared again.

Thor felt himself weaken at the love that was still shining in your eyes, he felt more of a bastard for abandoning you when you had already lost so much, as much as he had. He could feel the shame coursing through his veins at the shape of him and his state of perpetual intoxication. He felt as though he didn’t deserve you but couldn’t stop himself from touching you, the only person in the world who had his whole heart, he knew he didn’t deserve you but the way you closed your eyes – nuzzling his palm, made him never want to leave you again and beg you for forgiveness, for all of eternity.

You opened your eyes and saw the turmoil of emotions in his eyes; doubt and anxiety swarming around making the sea blue more of a navy black and decided to kiss him, maybe for the last time. Kiss your God, kiss him to remind him of all the things they had, all the thing they did and all the things they had lost because of the absence.

You licked his lip, urging him to open and when he did, he overtook the kiss and led you with a fist in your hair and the other pulling your thigh around his waist, you groaned and jumped up - to put both of your legs around his waist, and your God, your strong, agile and beautiful God held you, caught you and pulled you more close to him. You could feel his new soft body molding with yours and scratched at his skull before pulling his hair.

“I always loved it long,” you whimpered into the deep and wet kiss full of longing and lust and urged him to lay down on the bed. He laid you down and put his hand on your t-shirt covered tits and pinched your pebbled nipples softly, you moaned at the feel of his hands on you after such a long time and let your hands wander to his t-shirt, wanting to remove it and admire his body and worship it once again.

Your meandering was stopped by his strong hands and the kiss was stopped by him pulling back to look at you, “I’m not what I used to look like, love. I’m not what you remember,” He whispered, his breath – smelling of beer and his taste the same sort of tart, fanning across your face.

You softened your eyes and Thor’s heart squeezed, that painful organ beginning to hope again and the icy shell made of indifference, beer and sadness chipping away, little by little.

You weren’t sure if he was only talking about his physical appearance or something more mental and spiritual but you replied the only way you knew and with the only thing you felt for him. “I love you, Thor. I loved you when you were that cocky little shit when you first came here,” he felt himself smile a bit and his eyes welling up as you continued, “..even when you were an annoying know-it-all, I still loved you.”

“I don’t care what you look like, Thor – I will always love and respect you, no matter what, honey. And even if I wanted to go, you took my heart and kept it with you when you left and now it’s beating again, beating for you. It’s beating for us.” Thor could sense his shame leaving him. His sweet loved him no matter what – loved him anyway he was and he let you pull the t-shirt off him. He saw your eyes taking in him and appreciate his different body, his heart felt ready to burst with happiness that he had felt he didn’t deserve, felt the warmth spread through his being and open up to you.

Your hands roamed, they squeezed and patted his new belly and pinched his nipples - making him groan. You loved it, you could still feel the muscles of his body if you pressed hard enough, the soft stomach was a contrast from strong, sinewy muscles but a welcome change, and you couldn’t wait to cuddle against him now. You let your hands roam to the edge of the sweatpants he was wearing, your eyes on his face - his breathing coming fast, his eyes shinning and his body shifting closer to you.

You pushed your hand beneath his underwear, and felt the curls of hair and then his cock, hot and heavy waiting to be milked. You touched him tentatively, your hand gripping him and stoking him slowly, you saw his lips part and eyes shut close, “..how long has it been, Thor?” You weren’t sure why you were asking that question; maybe you were masochistic or just curious.

His eyes snapped open, guilt entering those blue orbs, “..darling?” He whispered on a hitch as you squeezed his dick a little before continuing the stroking.

“How many, honey?” You muttered, your attention on his lips, wanting to bite them till they were raw and swollen, and imprinted by yours for eternity.

His hand came down to hold your jaw tight. You stopped and looked at him, his fingers rubbing your cheek and then lips, his thumb entering your mouth at an extremely slow pace and ordering you to suck, and you did, because you would do anything for him. “There were three, my darling.” He whispered hoarsely.

You pulled at his wrist till his thumb was out, and stated, “I’m going to make you forget all about them, each and every one of them that you put your hands on and you cock in,” you pulled at his sweats till they were discarded along with his underwear and urged him onto his back.

“They were forgotten, as I was with them, sweet. I don’t even remember their faces, or names, it was always you - with me, in me, on me, you claimed my soul and entire being. I was a bastard to leave but my soul, my entire being is still under your command, darling.”

You didn’t know what to feel with the emotions welling up, so you kissed him as if you were starved and only he was the elixir of life that could save you. You pressed your lips to his beard, coming down to his neck, kissing and biting your mark on him, reminding yourself that this is reality and not some kind of sick dream. You paused to squeeze at his chest and kiss and lick and nip at his nipples till they were dark and bruised. You moved over his belly, praising him as you went and finally reached his cock. You didn’t waste any time and licked him, his scent heady and taste - salty and him, that underlying taste of man and current. He bucked his hips up and put his hands on your hair, pulling it gently, and uttering your name in a whispered prayer.

You sucked at his head and licked the underside of his cock, your hands moving freely around his balls and rest of his cock, you wanted him on edge, wanted him panting and growling. You went down till he hit the back of your throat, and sucked, went back up again and down and did this till his gentle hands holding your hair turned rough, pulling it and begging you, “..please, my little dove, my darling, please, please..” you smirked and moved towards his head, sucking him in and stroking him with both your hands, you knew he was about to cum, his thighs tensed, and his pleas faded in to garbled noises and breathy tones and as he was about to cum you stopped.

His fist tightened and pulled at your head, “darling…w…what?” You discarded your underwear and climbed onto him, you were already there and wouldn’t need too much to cum. “I want you in me when you cum, want you to fill me up with your seed as you let go,” you whimpered while positioning your cunt above his erect cock, you rubbed his head against you warm and wet cunt and moaned. You eased yourself onto him and stilled to adjust and then moved. It wasn’t slow and gentle, you moved as he fought - hard and fast, you rode him as if reclaiming your position and your love in his life.

His hands came to your clit and pinched the swollen bud, and rubbed it till you were breathing hard and the ball of tension in your stomach burst with violence that you saw stars. You screamed and held onto his stomach with such force that your were sure, it left indentation and you felt him hold your hips in a tight grip and thrust into your cunt one last time and he came, filling you up with his seed till you were leaking both of you on your bodies.

You slumped forward, your body spent and sated beyond measure. Thor nosed your hair, his body was finally home and attached to soul, his queen.

He rubbed his hands down your back and his spent cock still in your cunt - snug and warm and he had no intention of leaving it. He gently pulled you on your side, your face in front of him and pushed his cock back into you again, your over stimulated cunt making you moan.

You both were smiling languidly, pleased and warm with the after effects. You pressed your hand into his soft belly and curled it around him, you couldn’t help but tease him by squeezing his ass once. He laughed and you felt your heart soar.

You closed your eyes, ready to snuggle into your God, and muttered, “ ‘night, Lord of Thunder,”

“You minx!” He whispered pressing you close and kissing your forehead, “I love you, darling.”

You smiled as you drifted towards a beautiful sleep.

Fin.

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amalthea9 · 5 years

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An angsty Thor thought

I have an eating disorder. If I feel full, I want to throw up. Many times I have wanted to puke, and all I think of is chubby Thor looking at me with tears in his eyes. He just whispers, "Please don't..."

So I try to fight it, and go on with my day.

If I could write well, I would write a little fic of chubby Thor doing this, and then holding me. Whispering how beautiful I was as I am. How much it hurt him to see me wish I looked liked a movie star. Stuff like that.

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godofplumsandthunder · 4 years

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Weighty Issues (7/10)

Pairing Thor x Reader

Summary: 5 years have passed and Thor is still pining for his ex. Rocket, his new friend, decides to take matters into his own hands.

Previous Chapter Series Masterlist

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 years

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The Long Way Home: Thirty

“It’s good to be home,” Thor said stretching and stifling a yawn as he dropped bags on the floor.

You make a soft sound of agreement. Or. At least Thor thought it was agreement. You’d been... unusually quiet. Even for you.

You were usually pretty quiet.

Your footsteps were even quiet. Nearly silent as you padded across the floor to start the kettle. He wasn’t sure if you were making tea or something different, all he knew is that it was going to be a hot drink.

“Love?” he tired softly.

“Hmm?” you reply, not looking at him as you fetch down mugs.

“Are you well?”

He knows he just opened the door for you to bend the truth a little. You could respond to his inquiry about your physical health. Even though you knew he didn’t mean that. Your physical health was not near as fragile as your heart.

“Perfectly,” you hum, studiously not looking at him.

Your hands and your voice are steady, but Thor knows. Or rather. He feels that something is... off kilter.

“Sweetheart-” he started.

But when you huffed a soft laugh, he relaxed. If you could laugh, were were probably fine. Or. Mostly fine.

“I am... homesick, I suppose,” you admit softly. One small admission to keep him from fishing. “Being so close to home and unable to return...”

Thor made a soft noise of understanding and crossed the floor to wrap his arms around you. “I know it’s hard, my love. But until-”

“I know,” you murmur. “I know that you aren’t keeping me here to be unkind. But until... Until we have an heir. A concrete way to bind our houses together, it would be dangerous for me to return.”

Thor grumbled softly in sympathy. He hated keeping you on, as you had put it, in a rare fit of pique “a very short leash” and he knew that after even a brief period of relative freedom it chafed.

But.

He wasn’t going to apologize for doing it. You were going to have a very long life to be irritable with him. At least, if he had anything to say about it.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years

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Don’t Lie to Me

Main Characters: Thor x Reader

Summary: Thor tries to wake up his sweetheart with breakfast in bed and things don’t go quite as planned.

Warnings/ Content: Nothing terrible, our boy gets a little down but that’s kinda normal for our poor, post - Endgame Thor.

Word Count:1870

Author’s Note: Hi lovies! I’m back again with another entry in the writing challenge for the amazing @bxcksdoll. This is the last one, I swear! LOL. My prompt for this one was #22: Don’t Lie to Me. Hope you all enjoy!

XOXO - Ash

Thor watched you sleeping peacefully by his side as the early morning sun washed the room with golden light. He was so thankful to have you in his life, you had been the one driving force that kept him from sliding back to the drinking and self destruction that had consumed him during the years between The Decimation and The Blip. You had been by his side through the therapy sessions, the failed rounds of medications, and the backslides.

Things had finally settled down about a month ago and Thor was starting to feel more like himself again. Your care-taking of him continued even as he improved, and Thor was always so eager for your affections that he didn’t want it to stop. It was the little things you did: reminding him on the day trash needed taken out, doing the shopping so you didn’t run out of his favorite things, setting out his clothes the night before so he’d feel obligated to get dressed the next morning even if he didn’t really want to. It was a series of seemingly insignificant things that all added up to making him feel loved and cherished everyday. Thor had been thinking a lot lately about ways he could reciprocate all the love you’d shown him. Now that things were more stable for him, he wanted to do little things for you as well but didn't know where to start.

Thor’s stomach rumbled as he watched you sleep and he realized that was something he could do for you, breakfast in bed. There were countless days that he had woken up to the smell of coffee or baked goods floating out of the kitchen and it had always brought a smile to his face. Thor had never tried to cook anything from scratch before but he had watched you and it didn’t seem too difficult. Careful not to wake you, Thor lumbered out of bed with as much stealth as a man his size could manage.

Coffee would be a good start, Thor thought to himself. The coffee maker was easy to use and he needed a little pick me up while he cooked. Thor pulled the bag of grinds from the cupboard and shook some into the paper liner until it looked about the same as when you did it. Thor was very pleased with himself as the machine started up and the first few drops fell into the pot. Emboldened by his first success, Thor decided he would make pancakes and eggs for you.

Thor poked around the cabinets until he found where you kept the box mix. It looked simple enough and he poured some of the beige powder into a bowl he’d found during his search. The box said “just add water” so Thor let the faucet run into the bowl just a little until it pooled on top the mix. He’d watched you do this countless times and didn’t once think to read the directions. The mix clumped together so Thor gave it a heartier pour of water just to be safe. The batter whisked easily then and Thor started up the pan you always used, getting it good and hot.

The first pancake burned within a minute after running all over the pan. Thor frantically waived a dish towel at the smoke, fearing you would wake to the smell of it. It was late November but Thor cracked a kitchen window just to be safe. He could deal with the cold in order to clear the air. Thor turned the burner down from high to medium realizing his mistake. The second pancake was still too runny and he ended up with a very thin, raw, pan-sized pancake. He left the third on longer trying to get it a little more done but then that one burnt and was misshapen as well. Frustrated, Thor poured more pancake mix into the batter hoping that would help. The end result was a little thicker than he wanted but was better. The next pancake looked okay but was still raw in the middle. Thor continued to experiment with cooking times and consistencies for almost twenty minutes with no success and by the time he ran out of mix he had yet to make something edible.

Thor was upset but he worked through the feeling and was undeterred. Feelings of failure were at the heart of his mental health struggles, and now what was supposed to be an easy endeavour was starting to truly test his patience. He slowly repeated his affirmations while pulling out the carton of eggs. Eggs and coffee would be a fine breakfast, he thought to himself. He cracked the first egg on the side of the bowl like he’d watched you do a hundred times but in his large hand the egg shattered everywhere. The slimey egg whites dribbled down the side of the bowl onto the counter and the yolk burst, trailing behind the whites. Thor huffed a moment and then started cleaning up his mess. Two eggs later, Thor pretty well had the hang of it and cracked two eggs to whisk in the bowl. Pouring the eggs into the pan he thought he saw a flash of white but it never resurfaced so he assumed he was mistaken. After moving the eggs around for a few minutes they’d lost their loose, wet, appearance and Thor plated them with pride. He picked up a forkful and blew on it carefully before taking a bite. Thor knew something was wrong when the eggs crunched between his molars. With a trembling hand, Thor pulled a crushed piece of shell from his mouth. The white he thought he had seen was shell and there was no telling if there were more pieces or not.

The pancake failure had been one thing to overcome, but the eggs failing too had him sitting down on the little kitchen chair, desperately trying to keep himself together. He was so lost in his despair he didn’t even hear you approach.

You had woken up to the smell of coffee and something slightly burnt. You wrinkled your nose and followed the scent to the kitchen curious to see what your sweet man was up to. Thor was sitting with his head in his hands, his breaths coming in large, heaving gulps. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. The kitchen was a complete disaster around him.

“Hey you.” You said softly, placing a hand on his broad shoulder. You hadn’t seen him this upset in almost six weeks and it broke your heart a little that he was struggling again.

Thor sniffed back the tears threatening to fall and looked up at you. “You’re not supposed to be up yet.” He all but sobbed out. Thor had tried so hard but it still wasn’t enough to make you something as simple as breakfast. Now you were standing in front of him looking like a goddess in your thin nightshirt, your hair mussed attractively from sleep, and he was just... a mess.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Were you trying to surprise me?”

Thor nodded quickly, his voice wavering as he tried to explain himself. “I wanted to wake you with breakfast in bed. You always cook breakfast and... all the meals really. You take such good care of me all the time. I was feeling better and wanted to take care of you for once. But I couldn’t get anything right.” Thor’s tremendous shoulders shook as the tears finally came.

You pulled Thor’s head against your chest and started stroking his hair gently. “It’s okay.” You murmured over and over while he sobbed. “You tried and that’s what counts. I love that you wanted to surprise me. You are the sweetest man for trying.”

Thor grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into his lap so he could curl himself around your smaller body. You let him move you and he was clinging to you like a lifeline. Thor sometimes needed a minute of closeness to calm himself down and you waited patiently until his breathing started to normalize. You rubbed a palm along his back soothingly and quietly reminded him that he was safe and good and loved.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N. I will do better next time, I swear it.” He told you after his tears dried up.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, cupping his cheek with your palm. “I know you will. I’ll have to start teaching you things as I make them. You’re a smart man, you’ll pick it up in no time. Now, do I smell coffee?”

“Yes! I made that first.” Thor was so relieved he had something to give you after the mess he’d made.

“Wonderful. So you did make me something after all.”

You stood up so Thor could go pour you each a cup of the steaming brew, which he handed you with pride. You noticed it smelled a little off but took a sip anyway. It might as well have been jet fuel. Thor must have used four times the grounds needed making it bitter and too dark. You forced a smile at him over the cup. “Thanks, sweetheart. It’s great.”

Thor could see the crinkles on the corners of your eyes, the furrow of you brow. He also got a whiff of how terrible the coffee smelled. “Don’t lie to me.” He said with defeat.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please don’t get upset. We could add some milk and maybe some sugar. Make a latte out of it?”

Thor shook his head, “No, I think I’m done trying for today.”

“Oh, my love. I’m so sorry this didn't work out.” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. He wasn’t crying but the sadness radiated off him in waves. “Can we start our day over?”

Thor looked down at you suspiciously.

“We can go back to bed, snuggle for a little while, and then go get those strawberry waffles you love so much from the cafe over on Juniper Street.” You suggested.

Thor’s eyes were shining a little again but he nodded, “That would be wonderful, my love. You always know what to do to make things better.”

“Come on, sweetheart.” You tugged gently on his hand, “I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”

You lead your perfect thunder god back down the hall to your bedroom, thankful his moment of upset hasn’t spoiled the whole day. You would deal with the kitchen mess later. All that mattered in that moment was your sweet, tender hearted man, who needed a little more love to get his day back on track. As wonderful as it would have been to have breakfast in bed you knew it would take practice, time, and patience just like everything else in Thor’s life. But as you wrapped yourself around his warm, plush body you realized you wouldn’t trade him for all the perfect pancakes in the world. Thor might have been a mess at times but he was real and kind and loving, and most importantly- he was all yours.

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