#thor odinson one shot

[vilentia]

Canvas of Love

Thor x reader

Summary: a fleeting shadow of jealousy tests the unyielding bond of two intertwined souls.

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The storm outside mirrored the tempest in your heart as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the rain streaking down your window. It had been a rough day, one that felt heavier because Thor wasn’t there to share the burden. He was away on a mission with the Avengers, something about a rogue Asgardian artifact that needed retrieving.

You missed him, more than you cared to admit. His absence left a gaping void in your life, a void you tried filling with work and friends, but nothing seemed to work.

It was on one of these lonely evenings that you met Alex. He was charming, funny, and most importantly, he was there. You two had hit it off instantly, and soon enough, he became a regular part of your life. A good friend, you reminded yourself. Just a friend.

Thor knew about Alex, of course. You'd mentioned him casually in your conversations. But what you hadn’t mentioned was how much time you were spending with him. It wasn’t intentional; it just never came up. Or maybe you were afraid of how Thor would react.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your reverie. It was a message from Thor: “My love, I will be home tomorrow. I have missed you dearly.”

You smiled, a warm flutter in your heart. You typed a quick reply and set the phone aside, your thoughts drifting back to Alex. He had invited you to his art exhibition tomorrow. You were looking forward to it, but now Thor was coming home...

The conflict in your mind was like a knot, tightening with every passing moment.

Thor arrived the next day, his presence filling the apartment instantly. He was like a force of nature—strong, vibrant, and utterly captivating. You ran into his arms, the familiar scent of him enveloping you, bringing an instant sense of peace.

“I missed you,” you murmured against his chest.

“And I, you,” Thor replied, his voice a deep rumble. He pulled back, looking at you with those intense blue eyes. “Tell me about your week. Did anything interesting happen?”

You hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “It was the usual. Work, home... Oh, and I’m going to Alex’s art exhibition tonight. He’s really excited about it.”

Thor’s expression changed subtly, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he masked it with a smile. “That sounds delightful. Would you mind if I join you?”

The question caught you off guard. “Of course not! I’d love for you to come.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Thor was his usual self, loving and attentive, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

The exhibition was lively, the gallery buzzing with the chatter of the city's art enthusiasts. Alex’s work was the center of attention—vibrant, abstract pieces that spoke of passion and chaos.

“Your friend is very talented,” Thor commented as you both stood before a particularly striking canvas.

“He is,” you agreed, watching Alex interact with the guests. He hadn’t seen you yet.

Just then, Alex spotted you and made his way over, his face lighting up. “You made it!” He hugged you, a little too long, a little too close.

Thor’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he extended his hand. “I am Thor. It is a pleasure to meet the man behind these extraordinary works.”

Alex shook his hand, a hint of challenge in his eyes. “Thanks, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The evening progressed, but the tension between Thor and Alex was palpable. You tried to ease the atmosphere, laughing a little too loudly at jokes, and engaging in conversations a bit too enthusiastically.

As the night wound down, Thor’s mood seemed to darken. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you want to go home?” you asked.

Thor nodded, and you both excused yourselves.

The walk home was quiet, the silence a stark contrast to the noisy streets around you. You could feel Thor’s turmoil, his usually calm demeanor now a stormy sea.

Once inside, Thor finally spoke. “Do you have feelings for him?”

His question was direct, his voice steady but laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Was it...jealousy?

“No, Thor, of course not. He’s just a friend,” you replied, your voice earnest.

Thor looked at you, his gaze searching. “I trust you, but tonight, seeing you with him... it stirred something within me. A feeling I have not known before.”

You moved closer, taking his hand in yours. “Thor, you have nothing to worry about. I love you. Only you.”

There was a vulnerability in Thor’s eyes that you had never seen before. He was a god, a warrior, but in that moment, he was just a man, in love and afraid of losing you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I know, my love. It is I who must apologize. My reaction was unwarranted. You have given me no reason to doubt your love.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love for this extraordinary man who had become your world. “It’s okay, Thor. I understand. But know this, no matter who comes into my life, you will always be the one I choose. Every time.”

Thor kissed you then, a kiss that spoke of love, trust, and a promise of forever. In his arms, you felt safe, loved, and home.

The next few days were blissful, as if the incident at the gallery had never happened. Thor was more attentive, more present, and you felt your bond strengthen.

You decided to talk to Alex, to set boundaries, to make sure he understood that your relationship was strictly platonic. Alex took it well, understanding and apologetic.

As you lay in bed that night, Thor’s arms wrapped around you, you realized how lucky you were. Love, true love, was hard to find, and you had found it with Thor. He was more than a partner; he was your best friend, your confidant, your home.

“You are everything to me,” Thor whispered, as if reading your thoughts.

“And you are my everything,” you whispered back, snuggling closer.

In that moment, everything felt perfect. The past was behind you, and the future was a canvas waiting to be painted, bright and full of love.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what life threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Shine

Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1820 words

Outline: The grandmaster grants you the best prize in Sakaar. But does he want to be your prize?

Warnings: feather play, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), face riding, power play, praise kink, rough play, size kink, the reader has golden tattoos.

Author’s Note: Requested by @mercurial-make-em-ups here. Set during Thor's time in Sakaar. Thanks to @heygoodgirly for choosing the positions for me :) Was tons of fun to write!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Look at you, my shiny prize all ready for me, who would have thought?” 

You smirk as you walk inside the vast room, your heels clicking on the floor making your way to him. Thor Odinson, the famous Asgardian prince who has now fallen of grace here, only for you, in Sakaar. 

You were wearing a golden wrap dress, opting for no underwear since there was truly only one thing you wanted from this night. The grandmaster was kind enough to grant you a whole night with the prince making him your precious champion and prize. 

You were a powerful rich woman, self-made, thrice a widow and you had been living close by to this planet for a while now, long before the destruction of Asgard. Yet you never had the pleasure to meet Thor before.

Thor is sitting on the bed, his arms and legs crossed looking at you. Somehow he looked much more handsome with the short hair and his eye patch, something raggedy, rough, and far more human. He was hard to resist and he was everything you ever wanted. 

“I’m all yours my lady.” He smiles softly and gestures for you to sit. You shake your head at his reaction and move closer to him. 

“Do you know what I want from you?”

“Oh, I know. I know very well.”

“Good. Very good. And would you do anything I ask of you?”

“Anything for you, my lady.” 

“Start with your armor. I wanna see you.” 

You look at him to just see how obedient he could be and you watch him as he carefully disposes of all of his clothes. Starting from the breastplate and going to the heavy pants and then he seemingly teases you as he is taking off his underwear. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of his cock. Enormous, girthy, and ever so veiny. You salivate at the thought and the sight as he sits back in the bed with a smirk on his face. Oh, he knew the effect he had on you, on any woman really. 

It almost made you wonder who was truly in control.

You place a finger in your hair, tied to a loose bun, and by pulling off a golden feather you set them free and loose, holding the feather. Then you bring it to his body, dragging it slowly from his inner thighs to his chest, and watch him as he breathes in and out at your actions. 

Thor looked so beautiful, all naked illuminated by the night lights coming in from the bedroom window. You move the feather across his cock, which is now getting twitchy for you, growing bigger and bigger. It makes your heart beat faster knowing you can tease him like that. 

After a few more minutes of teasing him with the feather, you set it aside and climb on the bed. You pull another feather that’s on your side, holding the golden fabric together, and allow him to watch your body bare and naked just for him. Your chest was covered in different golden scribblings, phrases, and mantras from the celestials and the ancient ones. 

“Is that..” Thor reaches out curiously with his hand but you only push it away. You settle on the other end of the bed with your legs open and he watches you with his mouth hanging open. He can’t figure out what you want. 

“Write.” You smirk. “Write what you can read on me.” Thor’s eyes open wide and he reaches for the papyrus by his bedside table, picking it up alongside the feather and ink. 

“Right here.” You gesture to him, to the area between your bare legs, and watch him as he obediently, lays on his stomach placing the papyrus very close to your pussy. With the end of the feather, he could touch your pussy, teasing you as well. 

He stares at your body and touches you with his fingertips when he needs to look at the different words and symbols. Every time he writes down the right sentence, you compliment him with a smile and a “good boy”. Thor is fascinated by you and that makes you feel incredibly happy. 

Your fingers are on his cheek softly caressing him as he scribbles looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He drags the top of the feather against your pussy lips with an innocent move as your pussy begins to wet. 

“You want help with that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“You seem like a very hungry boy.”

“Oh, I am.”

He puts the feather down and hands you the papyrus before placing his hands on your thighs and his tongue on your pussy. 

You are reading the content of the papyrus to him as his tongue works on you. He starts with the flat of his tongue dragging it up and down, tasting your sweet juices, followed by teasing your clit with the tip of your tongue, circling it around. 

You can’t help but moan between words, trying hard not to grab his hair and force-feed him your pussy. You are curious about what he likes to do and he is also curious about what you like. 

He continues though more forcefully dragging and working his tongue and his lips on your pussy, alternating between soft kisses too long licks. Then he adds a scissored finger, followed by another one, stretching you open. You drop the paper off your hands and grip his head while you start to move your pussy against his face. You couldn’t resist it anymore.

He smirks at your reaction and lets you ride his face however you like, pressing and pressing your pussy against his face, him holding you by your thighs wrapping his hands around them. 

“Thor, fuck me, please!” You plead out as your orgasm hits you, causing his beard to drench in your juices. 

Your body is trembling but you want more, so much more…

Thor lets go of your pussy sitting back against the bed frame and pulling you alongside him. Your legs on his legs, sitting in his embrace. It felt incredibly romantic given the circumstances and you knew that Thor wanted this as much as you did. He grabs your legs and brings them closer to him before gripping you on the hips.

You quickly realize what he wants to do, as he pushes his cockhead inside you and settles your legs on his shoulders. 

He already makes you feel so full. His hands move to your ass and he grabs it as he slowly moves his cock inside your pussy, looking down to watch as you easily swallow him in. 

“You ever gotten fucked by a fat cock before?” He asks you and his breath feels hot against your face. Your lean your body backward, shoving your breasts at his face as his cock is stretching you out, making it hard for you to reply. 

“With the way you moan, I know it’s been a while.” He chuckles and gradually sets a pace, that lets him move his cock further and further inside you until he hits your g-spot. It fills glorious like your tightness is swallowing his cock whole like his cock was meant to fuck you like that.

The position eased him very well, to look at you and fuck you deeply. Exactly how he always liked it. 

He continues, for as long as he likes, watching you moan and try to fuck yourself back to him whenever he stops for a break.

“Can’t seem to want to spend one moment unfucked?”

“Is…only one night…” You mewl, staring at him. 

“Then you need a break or several, trust me. I’ve seen girls break their backs before on my cock and is not funny. Imagine your body hurting so much you can no longer take me.” He raises an eyebrow, almost scolding you. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”

You pout at him, you were supposed to be in control but you know he is right. He carefully slips out his cock as he is kissing your neck and shoulders, easing your legs down and massaging your muscles. 

After a few more moments, he lays you down, turning you to your side and pulling you close to him, he kisses your face sweetly before seemingly getting up from the bed. You settle your weight on your hand as you watch him, stand close to the edge of the bed, and rub his cock a few times.

Then his attention returns to you, he moves his palm against your pussy and you rise up your legs to which he tells you no. “Keep 'em closed. I want you tight for me.”

Then Thor enters you again, pushing his cockhead against your pussy lips from the back, straddling your body.

You knew what Thor liked for sure. Deep ass penetration. That one thing was for sure. He does the same as before resting both of his hands on your body and pushing his cock inside you. 

The twisted angle from this position feels so good, it allows Thor’s cock to hit you deep and fill you up exactly how he likes. He goes slowly thrusting gently almost romantically until he is sure you have rested a little and then he sets a brutal pace.

Now the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin on skin, your wetness dripping on the sheets on the bed as he fucks you like he wants to own you. 

He grunts as he does so. You were keeping your legs so tightly together for him, giving a firm hold on his fat cock, almost struggling to keep your body up, glancing to look at his concentrated face, fucking your pussy like that.  

He is brutal and fast and rough and you can’t help but beg him to cum inside you, but he only laughs at you.

“You know I’m the god of fertility, right?” He stops his movements and slips his cock out of your hole grunting for the last time about the tightness. 

“Come here, open your mouth.” You obey, hopping around quickly like a bunny, hanging your mouth open and your tongue just for him.

And with a couple more strokes he shoots his load inside your mouth and it feels so warm and so good. Watching this specimen of men holding his fat cock with his huge arm, his eyes lightening up with his cum. What an image. 

When he pushes you back down on the bed and towers your body with his shoving his cock back to your pussy, you don’t protest, you only let him show you well and thoroughly that he can fuck a lady. 

That’s truly what you wanted anyway. And perhaps you make plans to keep the grandmaster happy with various gifts to potentially keep Thor as your own champion…

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

She’s Sweet on Him

Kinktober 2022 - Day 13

Pairing: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader

Kink: Choking

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Thor might be a god but he worships you like a goddess and you reward him with what he wants. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, dom/sub dynamics, slight oral sex (m! receiving), handcuffs, bondage, choking, mistress kink), needy!Thor, fluff, sweet!Reader

a/n: This is day 13 of 2022 Kinktober! I hope you enjoy this fic!

Banner by @vase-of-lilies​ 

You smiled as you watched Thor from across the room at the Avengers weekly breakfast Sunday, where all of the team came to the kitchen in their pajamas and took two hours to just themselves. You and Thor had been married for about two years and you two loved the Sunday breakfasts because it was nice to have a day to relax and not think about any upcoming missions and just enjoy each other and the team. You sipped on your coffee as you watched Thor talk with Tony and Steve and it made you smile, happy that the three of them were getting along and not at each other’s necks. You sighed softly as you took another sip and Natasha cleared her throat and you looked over. 

“You’re staring.” Natasha smirked as she sipped her cup of coffee and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“He’s my husband. I can stare all I want.” You smirked as you set down your mug to grab a donut hole.

“You got lucky. I wish I could find a god.” Natasha sighed as she laid back on the couch and you rolled your eyes again. 

“You have Steve, what’s your problem?” You asked her as you finished the donut hole, licking your fingers clean. 

“I know, he’s just a bit dominating in bed and I prefer to be the Dom but I don’t know how to bring it up. I don’t know if you get it, I’m sure you love Thor being the Dom in bed.” Natasha trailed off making you chuckle at her last sentence and she looked at you confused. “What?”

“You think Thor is the Dom in bed?” You asked with a look of disbelief on your face and she nodded, “He’s not at all. He loves when I’m in charge, fuck, he gets all needy and sweet on me when he wants something, it’s such a turn on.” You sighed happily as you remember all the nights he was needy for you.

Natasha smirked and bit her bottom lip, “That sounds like a dream. I wish I could get Steve like that.” She sighed as she set her mug down. 

“Just talk to him, Nat. You know how whipped he is with you.” You smiled as you looked over at her and grabbed your mug to sip on it. 

“Yeah, maybe.” She shrugged before she saw Thor walking into the living room. “Incoming.” She said before getting up and going over to Steve.

Thor smiled at you and sat next to you and kissed your lips softly, “Hello, my queen.” He whispered against your lips making you smile and climb into his lap. 

“Hello, my king.” You smiled and you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “Are you enjoying breakfast?” You asked as you gently pulled his bun out and you ran your fingers through his soft hair. 

“I am, me and the Captain were just speaking about maybe doing this more.” He said as he rubbed your hips as he nuzzled into your neck. 

“That sounds good, I would love to have more time with the team.” You smiled and he cuddled closer to you as his lips pressed soft kisses to your skin and he whined softly. You smirked slightly as you felt his bulge pressing into your cloth covered pussy and you grinded down on his bulge. He whined louder against your neck and your smirk widened, and his hands moved down to your ass and he squeezed it softly. 

“Please, love. I need you.” He whispered against your skin before he pulled back and his cheeks were flushed pink with need. You smiled as you nuzzled your nose against his and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Okay, you’re lucky I’m feeling sweet right now. I want you to carry me to our room and I’ll give you what you want.” You whispered and you were barely able to say the last word before he was on his feet and carrying you to your shared room. He had Friday open the door before closing it and locking it and he sat on the bed with you in his lap. 

He was frenzied and needy as his strong hands ripped off your top and he ducked down to latch onto your nipple. He suckled on the bud making it a peaked bud and he lapped at it and sucked it hard as his hips bucked up into your crotch, grinding against you like a dog in heat. It made you smirk at how needy you could make him with just a few orders and a few grinds. You gripped his hair before pulling him away from your chest. 

“Is that how good boys act? Tearing mistress’s clothes off and taking what you want?” You asked as you tugged on his hair and he let out a soft whine and shook his head. 

“Couldn’t help it, Mistress, just wanted you.” He whispered and you tutted as you shook your head and your other hand went down to wrap around his throat and squeezed softly. 

“No, excuses. You know what you did wrong and I want you to say it as a punishment.” You said as you squeezed his throat lightly. 

“I-I ripped Mistress’s clothes a-and sucked on her breasts as I u-used her p-pussy to grind against.” He squeaked out and you smirked as you patted his cheek. 

“Good boy. That’s all mistress wanted to hear, now are you going to be a good boy and let mistress take care of you?” You asked as you caressed his cheek and he turned his head and kissed your palm before nodding.

“I’ll be a good boy for mistress.” He whispered, making you smirk and lean down to kiss his lips passionately as your fingers tangled into his hair and pulled him close. 

“You are such a good boy.” You smiled before you started to strip him down and then you took off the rest of your clothes. Thor scooted up to the headboard of the bed and you grabbed the vibranium cuffs made specifically for Thor and you grabbed his wrists gently before securing them over his head. “Too tight?”

“Not at all, mistress.” He whispered and you smiled before kissing down his chest and your lips wrapped around his nipple sucking on his taut bud softly. 

“You have such an amazing body, I could spend all day exploring your beautiful body.” You whispered against his chest and you kissed down his body pressed soft kisses along his shaft and you rubbed his thighs. He groaned softly as you licked up his cock slowly as you smirked up at him. “What do you want, baby?” 

He whined softly deep in his throat as you trailed your tongue up his shaft. “I-I want your mouth.” He whispered making you smirk and you took the tip of him in your mouth sucking softly. He moaned loudly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you took him down your throat. You gagged around the base of him but you swallowed around him as your eyes looked up at him. 

You pulled off with a lewd pop and you stroked him with your one hand. “You’re so handsome, baby boy. Especially when mistress forces the sweet little noises out of you.” You purred as you sucked on his head gently making him moan and his hips jolted. You smirked up at him before you took him back down your throat and you stroked what you couldn’t fit with your hand. You swallowed around him before moving up to lick at his tip. 

“M-mistress, p-please?” He whined and you pulled off of him to kiss up his chest and you kissed his lips softly as you straddled his lap.

“What do you want from mistress?” You asked him as you trailed your hands up his chest to squeeze his neck softly smirking at his flushed cheeks and tearful eyes. 

“I-I w-want your pussy, my q-queen. Please?” He stuttered as he leaned forward and you smiled and kissed him softly as you cupped his face. 

“You’re such a good boy and because you asked so nicely, mistress will give you what you want.” You purred before reaching behind you and lined his cock up to your pussy before slowly sinking down on it. You moaned softly as Thor groaned loudly and bucked his hips up to thrust his length all the way into your pussy.

 “T-thank y-you, mistress.” He cried out as you started riding him slowly and you kissed on his jaw and down his neck. “M-mistress, I-I want-” He was cut off by a moan as you clenched around him when his tip hit your sweet spot. 

“Mm, what do you want, love?” You asked as you moved up and down fast on his cock and your walls clenched around him like a vice. 

“I-I w-want you to c-choke me.” He whimpered and you smirked at him before moving your hand up his chest and wrapping around his throat. He cried out as you squeezed his throat tight but not too tight and you started moving up and down on his cock faster making him moan louder. 

“Mm, such a good boy. You’re so pretty like this. Love when you act like a little needy boy for me.” You purred as you nipped on his jaw as you moaned in his ear as your walls clenched and pulsed around his thick cock, that was splitting you open but you wanted to take care of him first. “I’m close, baby boy but Mistress wants you to cum first. Want you to fill me up when I cum.” You whispered to him as you moved faster letting out moans.

“M’c-close, m-mistress.” He whined as he bucked his hips up and he tugged on the handcuffs wanting to touch you. 

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” You whispered to him and that was all he needed before he came deep in your clenching and pulsing cunt. He poured his hot cum deep in your tight pussy making you moan and arch your back as you came hard around his cock. Your thighs started shaking around his hips and you heard a snap and you looked up at Thor and he had snapped the cuffs before his hands wrapped around your hips and he flipped you two over, making you squeal softly. 

“You were sweet on me, my queen. Now, let me take care of you.” He whispered to you as he held you close, making you smile. You two would need new cuffs but you could worry about that later, not while Thor was pounding into your sensitive pussy making your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were sweet on him, that’s for sure.

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[thesugarclubs-blog]

Shut Up & Kiss Me - Thor Odinson x OC

warnings: college au, frat boy thor, friends to lovers, he falls first, jealousy, alcohol and drug use, soft smut, 18+

word count: 9.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1364030736-shut-up-kiss-me-gracie

Masterlist

“Brother, this is an insane plan and you know it,” Loki rubbed his hand over his brow and rolled his eyes. 

Thor tossed the roll of green streamers in his hand up the stairs and over the railing, “What - what plan? This party is for you! I don’t - I don’t know what you mean” 

With a satisfied grin, the blonde slid into the living room to double-check the bar set up. Grass skirts, coconuts and brightly colored flowers flowed through the frat house, with bright twinkle lights illuminating the hallways. It was going to be a perfect night. 

To celebrate his brother, of course. No other reason. 

“Thor, if you wanted to impress this girl, you could have just asked her out like a normal person,” the dark-haired man quipped as he followed his brother through the house.

“This party is for you! We’re excited to have you in our fraternity, let us celebrate that! The fact that the yellow of these flowers compliment Gracie’s blue eyes has nothing to do with anything,” Thor paused, running a hand into his long blonde hair, “I mean, uh, what girl? I don’t even know who you’re talking about”

He watched his brother narrow his eyes at him, his signature smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. 

"Of course, you don't," he chuckled. "I'm certainly not talking about the girl who could very well take you in beer pong any day of the week. Or the girl who laughs at all of your jokes no matter how ridiculously not funny they are." 

Thor swayed back and forth on his legs, looking anywhere but at Loki's face knowing his true intentions had already absolutely been made but determined to hide the fact that he was itching for Gracie to walk through the door. That big, sweet smile on her face with her long brown hair that smelled like cherry blossoms falling down her back.

He knew he had it bad for her. He also knew that his friends, especially his brother, were going to make his life miserable because he just might make a fool of himself, but Thor didn't care. 

“She laughs at my jokes because they are funny, brother. It’s you who thinks that they aren’t funny. And what if this whole party had an ulterior motive? I want to see her and be around her. Plus, I just don’t know how to actually ask her out. I choked when I tried to do that, which is why I invited her to the party instead!” Thor hated being this vulnerable, especially around Loki.

Loki studied him, taping his finger against his face. "Then I suppose we should make it a party she never forgets then."

"Aye! I knew you would be excited!" Thor shook his brother by the shoulders, redirecting him into the kitchen where Korg was setting up the drink bar. 

"I found it," he held up a pretty bottle of light blue booze that looked like the ocean, "it was the last bottle, unlucky for the little old lady that tried to take it from me. Put up quite the fight."

Thor smiled brightly as he nodded toward Korg. "Yes! You can’t have Jungle Juice without that stuff. It makes everything taste like Kool-aid." 

Meanwhile, Loki sighed, very likely thinking he just might want to hole up in his room with a book for the party's duration. "The last time you made that, everyone went streaking down the street, you realize that, right?"

"But that's what makes it more fun!" Thor encouraged, clapping his brother on the shoulders. He walked over to the kitchen counter and began cutting up the fruit that would be going into the cooler for the juice concoction.

As he continued to prep, Thor let his mind wander to the beautiful girl he was hoping would show up tonight. Not that she would ever miss a party, but that small part of him always feared that he would have to go a day without hearing her musical laugh take over his mind, or not get to see the way her eyes lit up when it started raining. 

The way her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, covering the small sunflower tattoo that sat on her shoulder blade. It was how he'd gotten his nickname for her. That and the special way she brightened any room she walked into. 

"Thor!" A booming voice sounded through the kitchen and pulled the blonde from inside his head. 

Shaking his head once, he peered up and grinned when he saw Sam standing in front of him, "Wilson! How's it going, man?" He rounded the counter and slapped his hand into his friends, "DJ booth is set up in the backyard for you! Creative freedom my friend, whatever you want to play to get everyone dancing!"

"Man you know everyone's always dancing when I'm around," he said, puffing up his chest proudly, "I also have a little something for you in the mix so you can make the move on your girl." 

Thor felt the heat creep up his cheeks at the comment as Sam wiggled his brows playfully. Clearly, he hadn't been as good at hiding his feelings from his friends as he thought. 

"Secret's safe with me, just please do something about that tonight for the love of god." 

He smiled and tapped the blonde's shoulder as he made his way through the kitchen. Thor turned quickly shouting in his direction before he made it out the sliding door, "No Marvin Gaye tonight, Wilson!" he shouted. 

"Boy everybody loves some Marvin Gaye!" Sam roared back from the backyard swinging his hands up in the air as the others snickered in the kitchen.

Thor was getting nervous. Dancing with her will put him in very close proximity to her. Touching her and smelling that sweet smell that always drove him insane. There was something about her that attracted him to her like a moth to a flame. “Right. Let’s not go there.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Let’s not go where?” Thor turned around and saw Quill with a condescending smile on his face. He didn’t like that smile. For some reason, it made him nervous. 

“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. Making sure that everything is good for the party. You know, have enough to drink, make sure that the ping pong table is set up for the beer pong tournament later. That sort of thing.” He was rambling now, and he was hoping that Quill didn’t catch on to that. 

“Beer pong, you say?” he asks. “I’m great at beer pong. In fact, I can and will kick everyone’s asses.” Thor knew that he was bragging about himself and knew damn well that Quill always did this when he wanted to get his competitive side out to play. He couldn’t have that. He needed this night to go perfectly.

Thor rolled his eyes. He didn't know why Quill always got an invite to his parties, but he did. "I guess we'll have to see how good your skill is later then," he smiled.

Peter grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded smugly, "Oh you definitely will," and with that, he sauntered off into the forming crowd. 

From that point on, the front door of the house didn't close for a second as person after person piled in and the party grew. Thor greeted his friends, smiling at them as they wandered through, clapping him on the shoulder and already telling him what a great party this was. But his eyes never left the front door, just waiting for the pair of blue eyes he'd been longing to see all day. 

"Hey man," A familiar voice slung his arm around Thor's neck and pulled his attention away as he focused on the man in front of him, "Thanks for the invite! Pía and I love your parties, but the luau theme for Loki seems a bit strange," Bucky joked. 

"Loki loves luau's," Thor chuckled nervously, flickering his eyes back to the door as more people walked in. 

Pía giggled and shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Bucky's waist, "No Gracie loves luau’s, I don't think Loki cares at all," she nodded her head towards the wall where the dark hair man was leaning, scanning the crowd with a soft mischievous grin on his lips.

Thor groaned, "Wow P, I thought we were friends." 

Bucky chuckled into Pía's hair as he pulled her closer to him and she smiled brightly. "We are you big lug but, so are Gracie and I aaand I already put in some good words for you... though I didn't really have to sell you much." 

The brunette winked at Thor and he smiled bashfully. Gracie and Pía were good friends, it was how he was introduced to her in the first place. In a writing class neither of them- or their friends frankly - knew why they were taking but they were still happy to be there and their poems weren't half bad either. 

"Just be you T, that's what makes her smile."

Just be you. “Easier said than done, P,” he mumbled, remembering how tongued tied and nervous he got every time he tried to talk to her. “But I’ll try just for you.”

“Good. Now, where-“but Pia’s words muffled into the background as Thor’s vision snapped to the doorway. All of his focus was on the one person that had  just come through the door. 

She’s here.

Gracie walked through the front door of the house, her brown hair partially pulled back with a flower tucked into it. Her outfit was bright, consisting of a Hawaiian shirt tied into a crop at her waist and a grass skirt, a small sliver of sunkissed skin peeking out between the two.

Thor couldn't make himself look away until Bucky tapped him on the side of the head. "Hey - hi!"

"Hey Thor," Gracie grinned as she sauntered over, doing a quick spin in front of him, "What do you think? Is this on theme?" 

Thor's bright eyes travelled over her, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. Everything escaped his mind and he knew that he was just staring at her but the right combination of words wouldn't form on his tongue. The small sliver of sunkissed skin that peeked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt captured all of his attention. 

"I - you look," Pía nudged his ribs and made him shake his head once, "you look great, very Hawaiian," 

Bucky sighed from beside him, and tried to stifle a laugh, "How about we get you girls a drink?" 

With that, he placed a kiss onto Pía's temple, and wrapped his arm around Thor, pulling him away towards the bar, "what the hell was that, man?" he mumbled with a smirk when they were away from the girls.

Thor groaned, tilting his head back as they made their way into the kitchen causing Bucky to laugh again. "Seriously Thor, if you're gonna make any move onto Gracie then you have to actually put a sentence together." 

He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge of it as Pia and Gracie made their way through the sea of people stopping every few moments to talk to someone else. His focus was solely on the girl whose smile lit up the entire room and every fibre within him. A small plastic shot glass thumped him directly in the forehead. 

"Earth to Thor." Bucky grinned, "Did you even hear a word I said?" 

Thor tossed the plastic shot glass back at his friend, "Every time I look at her, I turn into this... giant puddle of Gracie-made Jello. How am I supposed to talk to her?" 

Bucky scrunched his face, "that was probably the most disgusting thing I've heard. Gracie made jello?" He shook his head with a quick shudder of his shoulders as the corners of his mouth turned up, "Ask her to play a game. Start there and see where the night takes ya, pal." He handed two cups to Thor, "Talking to a girl you like isn't as scary as it feels."

"Easy for you to say," Thor countered. "You can talk to anyone in this room. Once she actually talks to me I just... clam up," he grumbled. "It sucks."

Bucky's laugh echoed through the kitchen and he shook his head, before pounding back a shot of whiskey, "Man, you remember how long it took me to talk to Pía right? And even then she was the one who barged into my dorm and made me talk," he placed his hand on Thor's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, "now take a shot and go play darts with your girl" 

"She's not my girl," Thor mumbled before grabbing the shot from in front of him and swallowing it down. His blue eyes drifted back over to Gracie and a soft smile tugged at his lips as her laugh eclipsed the room. He grabbed two of the jello shots and with a deep breath, headed in her direction. 

He could do this. 

Thor cleared his throat loudly and interrupted the monologue the girls had managed to get Tony started on, "Sorry to steal Gracie away, but she promised to do a shot with me, and it's time to pay up," he managed to get out with a slight shake in his breath. 

"Oh yes of course," Gracie linked her arm with his, making his breath catch in his throat, "Sorry Tony, not that this conversation about nuclear physics isn't riveting but I did promise," She shrugged quickly before pulling Thor across the room.

She tugged his body, though she didn't have to pull him along behind her very hard. Thor would follow her no matter where she went. She lead them towards a corner of the room that wasn't as crowded as the rest before dropping his arm and leaning against the wall behind her. Gracie smiled up at him with a sigh, "You have perfect timing." She cooed. 

Thor sucked in a breath, mourning the loss of her warmth against his skin as he shoved out a jello shot toward her. "Tony likes to talk."

She smiled, taking the shot from him. Her fingers brushed against his own forcing his eyes wide at the subtle shock his system felt. "The last thing I wanted to do tonight was listen to him drone on about some other new extravagant project he started. We all know he's going to take over the world with robots, he doesn't have to remind us every five minutes." Gracie laughed holding up her shot. "Ready Thunder?"

“Not at all,” he muttered under his breath but diffused her perplexed expression with a wide grin.

He tapped his shot against hers and then tipped it into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Gracie as she did the same. He coughed and spluttered at the sight of his Sunflower, head thrown back and eyes closed, giving a groan of satisfaction as the sweetness of the jelly hit her tongue.

Her eyes whipped open as she eyed him with concern at his choking.

“You OK there big guy?”

Thor cleared his throat and coughed once more as he nodded. "J-just went down wrong," he answered. Thor wiped his mouth with his hand, hoping there wasn't a mess all over his face. "Did you like that flavor? I... I can get you another one."

Gracie giggled and nodded her head, "I love every flavor, but you know I'm always up for anything," She grinned widely and placed her hand on his bicep, "ANOTHER!" she called, shooting the plastic cup high into the air and watching as it landed perfectly in the garbage bag that hung off the door to the back yard. 

Thor's eyes widened and flickered between her and the shot she just made as the crowd erupted into applause and hollers. That's his Sunflower. 

"That was incredible!" The blonde grinned at her, grabbing two more from a tray Natasha was holding on her way outside. 

"Hey, that was for Clint! If we get him drunk enough he said he'll shoot stuff off someone's head with his bow!" She quipped, furrowing her brow.

"Last time he did that he shot a hole in the side of the house!" 

Natasha grinned, stealing the shots right out of Thor's hands, "He promised Loki he'd shoot at the giant tree instead this time." She tossed him a wink before sliding out of the back door. 

"That could be interesting," Gracie grinned looping her arm through his, "C'mon big guy, let's get more shots and go see if Clint can shoot a beer can off my head."

Thor followed in the direction that Gracie pulled him like an eager puppy, practically projecting heart eyes at her back as she led them through the room and out into the backyard.

There was a group of people gathered by the largest tree in the yard, whooping encouragement at a grinning Clint, who span in slow circles with his bow raised. He saw Thor over the crowd and pointed his bow at him, waving him over to join them but Thor shook his head with a smile.

They found another tray of jello shots, grape this time, and Gracie picked up two with a whoop.

“Down the hatch!” She almost shouted, jumping with enthusiasm as he matched her energy and downed two shots of his own.

Gracie cheered loudly, managing to distract herself enough that she stumbled and crashed into Thor’s chest, who wrapped a protective arm around her. He thought his heart would explode when she stared up at him and giggled sweetly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Easy there," he said softly, hoping she could hear him. "Let's not get yourself hurt," Thor swore he could see Gracie's cheeks turn pink as she patted both hands against his chest. 

"I'm okay!" she hollered over the music. "Do you dance?" she asked, having already forgotten about Clint and his bow. It probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway.

Thor prayed she couldn’t feel his pounding heart deep in his chest. This was farther than he’d ever imagined actually getting with her, and the way the twinkle lights caught the blue of her iris’ get distracting him from the actual events happening all around them. 

“Of - of course, I dance, I’m a great dancer,” he stuttered, his gaze snapping up from her as Sam hollered at him. 

Gracie nodded her head towards the crowd of people swaying in the middle of the yard and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. 

“Alright, alright, this next one goes out to our gracious host! Thor Odinson and the fraternity of Gamma Asgard Chi!”

Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n’ Roses blared through the speakers and the wide grin on Gracie’s face told him everything. 

She jumped up and down as the words of the song flowed like a melody out of her lips, and Thor could have sworn everything inside of him melted at the sight of his girl singing his favourite song word for word.

Thor grinned watching her, his heart pounding and heat creeping up his neck. His eyes flickered to Sam who tossed him a wink and encouraging nod. Gracie lifted his hand in the air above her as she twirled, laughing with her head tilted back and eyes crinkled with joy. He sucked in a deep breath and began to move with her. She dropped her hand from him, smiling and singing away as she stepped in front of him and swayed with the song. 

Gracie stumbled slightly in the grass again and on instinct his hands shot out to her waist, holding her steady. What he didn't expect was for her to lean back into his chest, her hands up in the air and giggled peering over her shoulder up at him. Her eyes twinkled under the light as she mouthed a thank you to him.

The broadest grin in the world spread across his face, making his cheeks ache joyfully. Then, to his utter disbelief, Gracie wrapped one of her arms around the back of his neck and twirled her fingers through strands of his hair. She swayed her hips to the music, rubbing against him, and he swallowed thickly. 

He tried to move the lower half of his body away, just a little, but Gracie took her other hand and laced her fingers through his where they rested on her hip and pulled him closer.

Thor took a deep breath before deciding to go with it. He rested his head on her shoulder and swayed his hips with her along with the music. "You're a pretty good dancer," he said into her ear so she could hear him." Across the yard, he could see Peter as he leaned against the house, his eyes locked on Gracie. I don't think so.

"Thor! Gracie!" A chirpy voice sounded through the crowd bringing Thor's attention back to the crowd just as Wanda wrapped her arms around Gracie. 

"Hey, you two! Having a good time?" Thor asked as he clapped his hand into Vision’s, with a wide grin. 

"Always! You guys do throw the best parties on campus," Wanda complimented, flashing a knowing smile at him as her eyes moved between him and the brunette beside his side, "We won't keep you though, we just wanted to say hi! We'll come find you later!" The redhead grinned, pulling her boyfriend away with her. 

Thor shook his head with an awkward laugh and watched them walking away, Wanda mouthing something to him and pointing between the two of them. He watched as she turned her attention back to Vision, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile and placing a kiss on his jawline. It made Thor's heart soar to see his friends finally happy together. 

As he spun to grab Gracie once more, he was meant with Quill's cocky smirk and watched as he tried to wrap his arm around Gracie's waist. 

"Come on, sweetheart, dance with me!" He cooed, a pout coming to his lips, "You know I'm a better dancer than that meathead!"

"I wouldn't say that," Gracie strained attempting to pull herself from Quill's grip, "ugh Peter you smell like a dive bar." 

"Just havin' a good time, beautiful, which clearly you aren't here with this guy." Quill jutted his chin in Thor's direction. Annoyance flooded him as he shoved Quill's shoulder. 

"Pretty sure she doesn't want you touching her Quill. Keep your hands to yourself." Thor warned as the idiot in front of him threw up his hands in mock surrender with a snide grin. 

He felt Gracie step around him, her fingers tangling into the hem of his shirt, "C'mon let's get something to drink." She pleaded as her eyes flickered from him to Quill. 

"Oh don't be like that Gracie girl, come play beer pong with me! If you win I'll give you a prize." Quill winked and licked his lips, making Thor grimace with disgust.

“Ew, no,” Gracie squealed, screwing up her nose and shaking her head.

“C’mon Gracie, unless you’re… chicken?”

Gracie froze mid-turn and Thor could feel Peter’s challenge thrumming through her veins. She trembled as she warred with herself, wanting to ignore the arrogant junior but aching to put him in his place. Thor saw the moment she’d decided and just as she began to turn back he blurted words he’d probably regret later.

“I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll play you at beer pong.”

Quill eyed him with interest. “What are the stakes?”

“I’ll dance with the winner!” Gracie offered, although the grimace she gave told Thor she’d spoken before thinking… again.

“Nice. I’m down,” Quill nodded, making his way over to the beer pong table.

“Come on, Thunder,” Gracie smiled weakly. “You gotta win for me. There’s only one pair of hands I want on my ass tonight when I’m dancing and they sure ain’t Quill’s.”

Thor's eyes widened but his smile broadened. "I'll win for you, Gracie. I have no doubt."

"I'm counting on you, big guy," She winked, taking his hand in hers as they followed Peter back into the dining room. 

There was loud cheering flowing through the house and when they entered it became apparent why. Miek and Bruce had taken over the beer pong table and had apparently been beating everyone in the room. With four cups still in front of them, Bruce turned his back to the table and sunk another shot, leaving Steve and Bucky with only one cup left. 

"Let's go, Bruce!!" Natasha screamed, nudging her shoulder into Tony. 

Stark through his hands in the air and looked up at the ceiling, "Oh come on! He's cheating!" 

"Don't be such a sore loser, Stark!" Natasha quipped. 

"He's using math to win, that's cheating!" 

"Just because you weren't smart enough to figure out the formula, doesn't mean I can't" Bruce shot back with a wide grin. 

An echo of "ouus" sounded through the room as Tony shook his head and stormed back outside, leaving them to finish their game. Thor smiled once again and nodded as he watched his friends enjoying themselves, until he felt a small squeeze on his hand, bringing his attention back to the woman beside him. 

"You got this right?" Gracie smiled softly. 

"I would never let you down," Thor answered softly.

Something akin to pride flickered in her eyes as she flashed him another one of her winning smiles and turned her attention back to the table, cheering with the crowd when Bruce landed his ball in the last cup on Steve and Bucky's side. 

"Come on man!" Steve cursed, picking up the cup and chugging it down. Pia wrapped herself around Bucky from behind. His friend's eyes flickered over to him and then down to where his and Gracie's hands were still connected. Pia flashed him a knowing grin as Quill pushed through the group of celebratory high-fives. 

"Alright, you losers! Time to give up the table!" He hollered. 

"That's not how that works Quill!" 

Thor sighed shaking his head, "Let'em have the table boys, I've got some ass to kick." Suddenly confident as he smirked at Quill.

Thor stepped up to Bucky’s side of the table where his friend was already setting up more cups while Pía grabbed some more beer to fill them with.

“Playing for your girl?” Bucky smirked.

“She’s not my…”

“Yeah he is,” Gracie grinned, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands. “He’s fighting for my honor like a knight in shining armor!”

Thor rubbed his hand down his face as Bucky handed him the ball and then he turned to Quill who’d taken up position at the other end of the table.

Quill smirked and Thor rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, rolling the ball between his large hands.

“Do you need me to blow on it for luck?” Gracie asked him.

Turning to look at Gracie, Thor swore his mouth was hitting the floor. She'd gotten really bold tonight, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. "Sure," he told her, putting the ball in front of her. "My beautiful good luck charm."

Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist carefully bringing his hand closer to her lips. He silently cursed the gods as his gaze met hers and she parted her lips making a soft o shape and blew gently. Gracie's warm breath fanned over his fingers and the chanting around them faded into muffled white noise as he stared at the girl who had been the object of his obsession for months. 

She pulled back, letting her hand linger for a moment before giving him an encouraging nod toward the table. 

"T-thanks" he stuttered with a lopsided grin finding it hard to peel his gaze away from her. 

"Are you two done? Or can we get on to me winning now?" Quill's sharp voice broke the trance he was in as he dragged his eyes to the drunken fool on the other side of the table.

“You gonna blow my balls now too? Fair’s fair,” Quill added with a leer.

“From what I can see you only have one, and even that’s debatable,” Gracie quipped and Thor couldn’t help the snort of laughter that left his lips.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbled, his adoration for his Sunflower overriding his nerves for once. 

Or maybe it was the shots.

“Am I?” Gracie asked sweetly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I…I mean…” he blustered.

“Just take the damn shot Odinson,” Quill shouted.

With a growl of frustration, Thor launched the ball towards the other end of the table, fully intending to clobber Quill between the eyeballs with it but it landed squarely in one of the cups.

“Ha! Drink up, Quill!” Thor was surprised he got the first one in. If he continued to focus on trying to hit Quill’s face, maybe, he’d win this thing. And maybe he’d actually get one in between his eyeballs.

“Yes!” Gracie yelled,  jumping with excitement. At the other end of the table, Quill groaned in disapproval. 

But Thor didn’t even acknowledge Quill or anyone else around them. He just kept looking at Gracie and the smile that lit up her face. He was utterly fucked. Fuck. 

“My turn now, Thunder boy,” Quill shouted from the other side of the table. “This is the only one you’ll be able to get.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, Quill? You think I can’t actually beat you in this or is it that you’re scared now?” He volleyed back, gaining confidence. 

“No,” Quill said with a mocking smile, “I am not scared. You won’t be able to get another shot because you’ll be too drunk to do it.”

Thor watched as Quill launched a ball and it banked off a cup and onto the table, making Thor chuckle. "Miss!"

"Come on! It's distracting in here!" Quill countered. 

Rolling his eyes, Thor picked up the ball and launched it into the air. He smirked as it sank into the second cup. "Two to one."

“You’re doing so good Thor, I knew you would,” Gracie encouraged.

Bucky and Pía shot Thor a pointed look and he rolled his eyes so damn hard that he missed Quill planting a ball into one of his cups. 

“Shit,” Thor hissed in frustration, shooting the bet as quickly as he could but landed his next throw squarely in one of Quill’s cups.

“Another hit!” Gracie squealed with excitement, wrapping her hands around Thor’s bicep and squeezing tightly.

Thor focused on the way her hands were, so soft and warm against his skin - and thinking of other places where he wanted both of her hands. 

“Thor?” she asked, with a heavy breath. 

“Wha-. Oh yes, the game. Sorry, got distracted for a moment.” He got distracted alright.

He chuckled and stepped back as Quill hit in a second shot, making the score even back out. Thor grumbled as he rolled the Ping pong ball in his hand for a few seconds before he took his shot just as Quill bumped the table, causing him to miss. "Hey! That's foul play!"

"What are you talking about?!" Quill shouted back, "You hit the table yourself!!"

Hollers and input sounded from the crowd as they argued about whose fault it was. There was no way Thor was going to lose to Quill because he was a cheater. His blue eyes drifted down to the brunette beside him before looking back up, seeing Clint standing beside the table, closer to Quill's side. 

Thor stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, silencing the room, "Barton, you're closest, what's the call?" 

Clint thought for a moment, looking between the two players. He was one of Thor's most honest friends and there was no way the guy everyone referred to as Hawkeye was going to miss any details of the play. He was the best ref they could have asked for. 

"Foul on the table, Quill loses a cup and Thor gets the ball back!" Clint concluded, earning a groan and protest from Peter, but with one look from Clint, he knew the decision was final. 

The game pressed on almost going cup for cup as the boys played for Gracie's honor. It seemed silly in his mind that this was how he had to prove himself, and he knew deep down that she would never go for someone like Quill, but Thor's competitive spirit surged through his veins, needing to protect his sunflower from the dark rain cloud that was Peter Quill. His cocky attitude somehow always won him the favor of many girls on campus, but not this one. Not his girl. 

It came down to Peter having one cup in front of him, while Thor had two. The tension in the room from the crowd that had gathered could have been cut with a knife and a flash of pride rose in Thor's chest. Everyone loved a good competition.

“Son of a bitch!” Thor exclaimed as Peter’s ball hit the rim of the cup and teetered for a moment before plopping into the beer.

Quill proceeded to thrust his hips like he was in a solitary dance-off, jeering loudly at Thor. 

The blonde giant looked down at his Sunflower, almost cringing at the desperation in her eyes.

“I’m supposed to dance with you, Thor,” she whispered, and he felt her finger wrap around his.

He didn’t even realise what was happening until it did. Gracie slipped the ball out of his hand and he swore she didn’t even break eye contact with him as she tossed it. It was only the cheers from the crowd and Bucky’s slap to his shoulder that told him she’d landed the shot.

But he didn't care about that or anything else except the woman that was looking back at him with heat in her eyes. "How did you do that?” he asks impressed by his little Sunflower. 

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Gracie winked up at him, coming closer to him, “Plus, I wasn’t going to let him win because all night I’ve wanted a reason to do this-”

She kissed him. It took him a second for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when he did, he kissed her back. He kissed her like a man starved for water. They moved apart, both of them breathing heavily. But Thor wasn’t done with her. Gaining confidence, he placed his hands on the sides of her neck and kissed her again, bringing her closer to his body.

His hands tangled into her hair, exploring every inch of her skin and it was just as soft if not more than he’d ever dreamed. Tiny flickers of electricity danced from his fingertips, tickling her skin and making her wiggle beneath his touch. The movement only made him want more. The entire party seemed to fall into a hazy thrum, everything was Gracie and nothing else mattered. 

“Whoa,” Gracie seemed to breathe out as they pulled apart. “Was that Lightning?” She asked pressing her hand against his around her neck. 

“They don’t call me the Prince of Thunder for nothing,” he laughed tucking his face against hers with the brush of his nose.

Thor chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks as he gazed down at Gracie. Everyone roared around them and patted Thor on his back, but he ignored it all. He only had one person on his mind. "Do you want to get away from all of the noise?" he asked, hoping that she'd be able to hear him.

Her bottom lip found a home between her teeth as she looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded her head softly. 

Thor leaned down and stole another quick kiss as the tips of his fingers trailed down her arms to find her hands and wrap his fingers into hers. The two of them ignored the "ouu"s that echoed through the crowd as Thor pulled his girl through the house, leading her up the stairs and into his room, thanking the gods that he'd remembered to clean up before the party. 

Pulling her into his body and wrapping his hands around his waist, Thor kicked his door shut behind them, shutting out the world so he could focus solely on the beautiful girl in his arms. His fingers teased the small bit of visible skin that peaked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt as he leaned down and pressed his lips back to Gracie's. 

"Sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead into hers and rubbing the tips of their noses together, "you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you,"

“Are you okay? With the kiss, with this, with us. With me dragging you here to my room and away from our friends?” he asked her in a soft voice, thinking of how forward it looked bringing her in here, but he needed the quiet and the privacy of his room to say what he needed to say.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.” 

“Okay, I’m glad because I have a confession to make,” he prepared himself mentally for what he needed to say. He was ready to just blurt it out before he lost his nerve.

Thor sat on the bed and pulled Gracie down next to him. He shook out his hands and took a deep breath.

“Oh my god, is this that moment when the guy tells the girl he’s been crushing on her for years?!” Gracie gasped, pressing her hands across her mouth in the way she always does when she was trying to joke.

Completely thrown by her interruption Thor just gaped at her. He couldn’t tell if she was excited or disgusted. 

“I… well, I mean, if you want it to be?” He mumbled, his face flaming.

“Oh Thunder, look at you, all pink-cheeked and lost for words. You’re adorable.”

Thor admired her, brushing his hand over her face. “I—,” he paused, I can do this he thought to himself. “There was a moment and it sounds cheesy but promise to listen?” he said trying to explain. 

“Of course Thor,” she shifted beneath him, ready for his story. 

“I was sitting cross legged on the west lawn because professor fury wanted fresh air and it was terribly grey that, I was frustrated with the yarn.” His brows kissed, “but you came down the steps, late for class and the clouds parted letting in the most beautiful streak of light. It highlighted the golden streaks in your hair and the way your eyes sparkle. The string didn’t matter anymore, the gods had shown me everything I ever needed.” 

Gracie expression softened as she kissed him gently. “My sweet Prince,” she smiled, “it wasn’t the gods, when you are frustrated or angry the skies are grey, when you are happy and free we see nothing but sun.” 

Thors fingers brushed against the sunflower on her shoulder. Thinking about how often it rained when Gracie was near and the answer was never. He swallowed tightly, nervous from his confession. His sunflower watching him with hazy, tipsy eyes.

Thor's blue eyes looked up to meet hers, scanning over her features as that feeling deep inside calmed itself like it always had when Gracie was near. The anxiety and fear melted away, bringing to light the full feeling of what he wanted to tell her. What he'd wanted to tell her for a long time. 

"I have had a crush on you, since that day you stumbled in late for class and I saw that bright, magnetic smile for the first time," he whispered, running his tongue along his bottom lip and taking in a shaky breath as he placed his hand on the side of her neck, tangling his fingers into the baby hairs at the back of her neck, "The way your just you without fear, how you laugh at my dumb jokes, but I only make dumb jokes because they make you laugh. I love - seeing you happy. The way your eyes light up when it thunderstorms and the little doodles you draw in notebook instead of listening during class," he breathed out a laugh. 

"Thor..." Gracie smiled, placing her hand on his chest with a soft smile, keeping her eyes on him. 

Leaning forward, Thor placed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. 

"I think I love you, my beautiful Sunflower," he whispered.

“Oh!” She breathed, her lips close to his. “I’m so relieved.”

“You are?” He asked softly, not wanting to burst what they’d created.

“Yeah I am, because in my first day in macramé, when I was panicking because my alarm hadn’t gone off and I couldn’t find my string, I ran into the seminar room and there was this giant goofball grinning at me. I thought the world had stopped turning, and then you patted the seat next to you and I thought my heart would explode.”

She sniffled a little and Thor pulled back just to check she was alright.

“See!” Gracie exclaimed. “That’s what I mean! You’re always there, making sure I’m alright.”

He shrugged, as if it were no big thing but it was, to her.

“I love you too, Thor.”

Thor smiled feeling like the weight of a thousand worlds has been lifted from his shoulders. He had thought of a thousand and one ways this moment could've gone since that fateful first sight of his sweet girl and he never even thought it'd be with her saying she loved him too. Once more her calm melodic voice had let him see the light amidst whatever grey might be laying beneath his stormy blues, and never wanted to imagine his life without her light again. 

He dipped his lips to hers and whispered, "I'm just gonna kiss you now," a bashful chuckle slipping from his lips. 

"Don't leave me holding my breath here, lover boy," she smiled, squeezing lightly atop his knee where her hand rested.

Their hands explored each other in new ways, like the landscape had changed in the few short moments they had been alone. Thor's heart was beating a million miles an hour and never before in his life had he been so happy for the adrenaline rush. The party downstairs was muted but the vibrations of the music thrummed up through his bed and into his veins as his lips crashed down on hers. 

Kissing her felt like everything all at once. Like his favorite music, the sun first thing in the morning, the way the breeze cooled in the fall. Gracie replaced all of those things.

Thor ran his lips along her jaw as he turned and slowly laid her back onto his bed. “Gracie… can I… can I touch you? Explore you?” He breathed.

A soft whine dripped from her lips and Gracie nodded her head as she arched her back to press into him, bring their bodies closer together. Thor's mind was swimming with every possibility of how this night was going to go, but he relished the moment of having his girl - his sunflower wrapped in his arms. 

"I need to hear you say it beautiful," he whispered against her skin, "please" 

"Thor kiss me, touch me, show me how much you love me," she breathed out, taking his face in her hands and attaching their lips together. 

He tried to stifle the groan that fell from his lips as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. His large hands slid down her body and found the exposed sliver of skin, tracing it with his fingertips and teasing her skin, living in all the sounds that came from deep within her.

“Is this really happening?” She whispered against his ear and Thor couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up from deep within his chest.

“It really is, Sunflower,” he murmured back, drawing his fingers up her side as their kisses resumed once more.

Gracie giggled at the tickling trail his fingers made but her humour quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as he palmed her breast through her shirt.

“Off,” she insisted, “take it off!”

Thor didn’t have to be told twice. He gently helped her sit up before he removed her top, his lips instantly exploring any bit of skin he could reach. 

He moaned, feeling as Gracie ram her fingers beneath his shirt, following the planes of his abs. “Gracie…”

A low chuckle came from deep within his chest as Thor sat up and pulled his dark t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in his dark room. He peered down at the beautiful girl beneath him and shook his head once. A part of him was still in shock that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. 

"Fuck you're beautiful," she giggled, trailing her fingers up his abdomen lightly. 

A noise that was a mix between a laugh and a growl escaped him, "I should be saying that to you, my love," he mumbled, leaning down to press light kisses to her stomach, trailing them upwards as he explored every inch of her exposed skin.

“Well you can say that last part again,” Gracie smirked, which quickly turned into a gasp as his lips wrapped around her nipple.

“You mean, my love?” He asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’ll say it until you are tired of hearing it.  My love,” he said, pressing kisses between her breasts as he move to tease her other nipple, each kiss punctuated by the words she’d asked to hear.

One hand slid down her torso and he teased his fingers along the waistband of her grass skirt drinking in the soft groans that she made.  Feeling bold and self-indulgent, Thor left her breast and trailed his lips up and across to her shoulder.  Pausing for a moment, almost in disbelief, he took in her form, the way she looked with eyes closed and head thrown back.  She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

He lowered his head once more, tracing the sunflower on her shoulder with first his lips  and then his tongue, earning himself more of her delicious sounds before he kissed his way back up to her mouth and captured her lips in a blistering kiss.

Thor felt as she fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, making him chuckled as he reluctantly pulled away from her mouth. 

“Do you need help?” He asked teasingly.

Gracie groaned and laughed, shaking her head as her arms came up and pressed on his shoulders, flipping him over. She settled her legs on either side of his hips and smirked playfully, peering down through her thick lashes.

"Nope, I can do it," she quipped back. 

Thor ran his tongue over his bottom lip and watched her work as his hands found purchase on her ribs, she popped the button on his jeans and grinned confidently. 

"God Gracie," Thor groaned, moving his hips up and pressing into her so she could feel what she was doing to him. 

Gracie hummed, and leaned down, bringing his ear lobe between her teeth, "What do you want, baby boy?"

“You, gods, always you,” he groaned as she ground her hips against his.

Shimmying downwards, she pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, biting her lip at the sight of his obvious arousal.

“That’s not fair, you’re not…” Thor began to protest but Gracie stopped him.

“I haven’t finished yet,” she grinned, shucking off her skirt, the shorts underneath and her panties, leaving them both naked.

She stared at him for the longest moment, taking in all of him in his golden glory.  It was an unfamiliar feeling for Thor, being so vulnerable beneath the one who held his entire heart.

“Get back here Sunflower,” he joked but he knew she’d heard the secret vulnerability behind his words.

He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.

He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.

“Shit…” Thor’s head dropped to the mattress as he concentrated on the feeling of her hot lips on his skin. “That feels so good,” he murmured quietly, his hands slowly roaming any bit of skin he could reach.

Thor nearly whined when she stopped to say, “I like when you talk to me.” 

He pressed his body down into the mattress in any attempt to slow the burning that coiled in the pit of his stomach as she kissed a line up his jaw. 

“Don’t go quiet on me big boy,” she laughed, pushing back against him just to draw a ragged moan from his lips.

“What… do you want me to say?” He breathed. Thor held Gracie’s hips as he gently pressed upward, rubbing his cock against her.

“Shit Gracie,” he swore as she rolled her hips against him, sliding his full length between her legs as she crashed down against him for a kiss. “Keep doing that,” he breathed as she broke for air. 

“This,” she pushed back against sliding against him causing his whole body to stutter beneath her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt and even in his wildest dreams it compared nothing to this.

“Yes!” He moaned, trying to roll against her as best as he could. “That… a lot more of that.”

Gracie placed her hands on Thor's broad chest and pushed herself up, grinding her hips down into him and allowing a sultry moan to drip from her lips as a playful smirk made an appearance. Gods, she was intoxicating. Thor wanted to mesmerize every inch of her body. Every thought in his head melted away until all that was left was Gracie. Her piercing blue eyes staring down at him and showing him just how much she cared for him. 

Blue sparks flashed from his fingertips as he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pulling a giggle from her lips, "I need you sweetheart," he rasped, breathing in her scent as he nipped at her neck, "please," 

"God please," Gracie moaned with a grin, bucking her hips up into him and reaching up to tangle her hands in his hair.

"Anything for you,"  Thor teased against her lips as he lined them up and slowly pressed himself into her. 

She wined as he filled her, stretching her out over him as he gripped her hips and deepened their frenzied kiss. She wiggled and whimpered everytime a little spark licked at her bare skin rolling down over him over and over until Thor couldn't think straight.

As Thor bottomed out, he rested his head against her shoulder. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked quietly. It was the last thing that he wanted to do.

Gracie shook her head and breathed deeply, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "No I'm okay, you can move handsome," She smiled, trailing her hand down his spine to his lower back and pressing in, urging him to keep going. 

Taking his time, Thor shifted his hips back slowly before thrusting back into her, moving his lips from hers to press wet kisses down her jaw to find purchase on her neck, "Fuck you feel incredible," he mumbled into his skin as he bucked his hips gently back into hers once more. 

A deep groan fell from her mouth as she pressed her head into the mattress and closed her eyes, "I love you, Thor," she breathed, clenching herself around him and moving her hips up to meet his, "Fast baby, please"

He would do anything she asked of him. Thor wrapped his arm around her middle tugging her as close as he could as flipped them around and slid himself back so he was sitting. He helped her wrap her legs tightly around him as he continued to pump up into her, quickening his pace as she raked her nails down his back. 

She let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her back over his arm. Moaning as her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest and her legs squeezed him relentlessly.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, pistoning his hips into her willing body. 

“Thor! Yes! God, don’t stop baby,” she moaned.

She clenched around him with her pleas, forcing his head to fall forward just to hold out that much longer. He had no plans to stop for as long as he could tempt it. 

"Wouldn't dream of it," He groaned burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck as he nibbled on her skin. The sounds of her mewls and whines muffled by the party going on behind his door. He felt her hands roam up his back knotting themselves into his hair and holding him firmly to her skin. Thor wasn't going to complain, he had noticed the heat of his breath casting waves of goosebumps over her skin over the soft pink marks his lips left on her body. A sight that only sent another jolt of warmth straight to his groin. 

"Want you," He breathed, "always." 

Gracie sobbed out another moan as his length hit that soft spot within her. Her words strained and punctuated with his thrusts as she whispered "Yours--always."

Thor was relentless, thrusting into her with strokes that kept her singing that beautiful tune in his ear. He could feel her body trembling as he tightened his grip, her doing the same in his hair. 

“I feel like I’m flying,” she whined, “do the sparks,” she begged and he obliged. Tickling his fingers across her nipples, tiny shocks of lightning licking at the sensitive skin driving her to the edge of bliss.

“You’re so close, sweetheart,” he panted, feeling the lightning crackle at her nerves. “Let go for me, create the perfect storm.”

Thor could feel her cunt fluttering and clenching around him as their sounds mixed together in the sticky air of his room. Sheer bliss took over as he slammed himself into her. With one last clench and a deep moan, he felt her let go, muttering praises under her breath. She buried her face into his neck as stifled a whine as Thor kept up his pace, chasing his own high. 

Tumbling over the edge, he spilled out with a ragged moan, peppering soft, wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder, stopping to pay extra attention to the small sunflower. 

"You're perfect, Gracie," Another kiss, "And so beautiful," 

"Holy fuck, baby," she breathed into his ear, kissing where his jaw met his neck, "I love you Thor, so much"

“Say it again,” he begged. 

“I,” she kissed his collarbone, “love,” she licked a stripe of sweat from his peck, “you.” 

She peered up at him with her last words and the smile on her face nearly broke everything in him. He couldn’t live without that. He couldn’t live without her.

Thor held her close to his chest and slid down the bed, falling back so they were laying together, side by side and a tangled mess of limbs. He pressed his lips to hers in a lingering slow kiss, pulling a soft moan from her. 

Gracie pulled back, a seemingly permanent glowy smile plastered to her face that made pride swell in his chest for the simple reason of it being himself that put it there, "I could get used to this." She said softly her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline. 

He trailed his own fingertips along her arm, tracing over the leaves on her sunflower tattoo and sparking tiny blue flickers of lightening against her skin. "I hope so," Thor rasped, "because I have no intention on letting you go Sunflower." His gaze met hers through thick lashes, "I love you so much, whenever I see you I feel like the gods made a mistake promising me Thunder when all I wanted was Sunshine."

Gracie only smiled as she looked at him with heavy eyes. “Then I will be all of the sunshine you could ever need, Thunder. Always.”

Thor hummed and tucked Gracie as close to his body as he could, relishing in the feeling of having his girl, his sunflower, finally in his arms. The feeling of her thumping heart against his skin, her sweet vanilla scent coming through on her sticky skin. He didn't want this moment to end. 

Reaching up, he brushed his fingers through her dark hair, earning himself a soft smile as Gracie pressed a gentle kiss to his peck, "Whatcha thinking up there big guy?" 

"I'm just waiting to see if I wake up, " he mused, chuckling quietly, "this could have been one incredible dream and I'm going to wake up on the front lawn with no pants on, and Natasha taking pictures just to post in Shield's dorms, and you, you ended up dancing with Quill and falling madly in love, and I'm just the sexy naked guy who throws great parties" 

Gracie's musical laugh sounded through his room as she sat up, shaking her head at him, "Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm right here, and I'm all yours," 

"Ah that's exactly what dream you would want me to think," He pointed. 

"Just shut up and kiss me," Gracie laughed again, leaning down and pressing her lips back to his, smiling into the kiss.

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Best friends

Summary: Thor and you have been best friends ever since you were kids, both gifted, both competitive. Beneath all that thunder and lightning, there is a romance simmering. 

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Thor Odinson x F! Reader

Square filled: Best friends since childhood. 

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo and combining this with an old request I had in my inbox, hope you like it.

Request - May I request a Thor x reader where the reader and Thor are best friends and secretly have a crush on each other. The reader has the ability to control the elements. She and Thor have a budding rivalry on who really controls lightning and weather patterns. 

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Fluffy white clouds that resembled little balls of cotton had scattered across the skies as the day began, reflecting your mood in a way. 

Given that you were literally the one in control of it, you intended on keeping it that way as you went about your work in the farm you had built for yourself, away from the city’s bustle and prying eyes of Midgardians. 

Your life was peaceful here, with your horses and farm animals. You seldom felt alone, but there were days when loneliness crept up and kept you up at night. 

Those were the days you missed home.

Asgard.

That was when your mind travelled to the past, your life on Asgard - your home, the time you spent with your loved ones, especially Thor Odinson. 

He was your best friend growing up, both him and his brother Loki, along with Fandrall and Sif. You would be out for days going on adventures across the Nine Realms, spend hours with your friends in merriment and mirth. 

That was until the events of Ragnarök.

Hela had destroyed your home, and you had to watch Asgard burn down to ashes. A day still etched in your memory that the worst day of your life.

But you were so wrong.

The worst happened later when the mad Titan snapped his fingers and let half the world turn to dust. You had miraculously survived, and so had Thor.

Though the events had left Thor beyond heartbroken, he was in anguish no one could even dream of. Losing everything and everyone he loved, his home, his best friend, his family, you.

For the longest time Thor had lived with the fact that you had died on Asgard. He couldn’t live with himself knowing he had failed, not once but twice.

After bringing everybody back and destroying Thanos, Thor had done nothing but search the ends of the universe for you. That was until with Darcy’s help, he found the anomalies in weather coming in from somewhere on Midgard.

It had to be you.

As you fed your horses, there was a gradual gathering of grey clouds up in the sky, making you frown at the change in weather.

A distant rumble sounded through before you saw the all too familiar rainbow bridge flashing in the field not too far from where you were. 

“It can’t be.” 

You muttered under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief as the cloud of dust and leaves settled, revealing the fifteen-hundred-year-old Asgardian standing tall and proud. 

“Still no regard for lawn maintenance, I see. I thought you grew tired of Midgard.” You called out, unable to control the wide grin that formed on your face as you approached Thor. 

“I was, but believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

He gave you an earnest smile, longing hid behind his cerulean eyes as he outstretched his arms and enveloped you in a hug, your body automatically melting against his taller frame.

His nose buried in your hair, your familiar scent overwhelmed his senses, making him realise how much he had missed you these past few years. All those years he spent in torment not knowing if you were alive or dead.

“You give the best hugs.”

You murmured quietly, laying your cheek over his heart, noticing the way it was racing and beating excitedly against your ear. His metal chest plate was cold against your flushed cheek as you hugged for longer than you would normally do.

“I like your new costume; you look very cute.” You giggled, pulling back to look up at the demi-God, your eyes dancing with humour.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” 

There was yet another low rumbling that echoed from the clouds up above, your smirk widened at Thor’s antics as you watched the skies darken.

“Same old tricks?”

You grinned hearing his huff of dismissal at your teasing. Stepping back, he outstretched his arm and summoned the Stormbreaker, the usual crackle of lightning now amplified as electricity surged through the skies and the weapon landed in Thor’s hand.

“Show off.”

Shaking your head, you made yourself hover off the ground and looked up, making the grey clouds swirl around you in a dramatic fashion. The elements spoke to you, an unsaid understanding you had since you were little. As you grew up, you were taught to respect them, get to know them on a deeper level, and eventually control them to your will.

Your powers were similar but yet distinctly different from Thor’s. You missed the times you and him spent hours competing against each other when you were kids. You were always the one who beat him, and he would sulk around until he could prove his prowess elsewhere.

But you noticed Thor’s powers had grown stronger over the years; the resistance was tougher than you remembered.

“Not the only show off around here.” He smirked; his eyes had turned softer as you descended back to the ground.

The thundering clouds quieted down as you set foot on the soil once again, the sky silently dispersing into normalcy. Thor didn’t speak, though his eyes revealed a different story, one wanting to let it all out. Decades of what had gone by, what he had endured, what he had lost.

“Come inside, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

You suggested, tilting your head towards your house.

“Or coffee? I have grown to like that drink.”

You chuckled at him, nodding in agreement as you began taking strides towards the porch, Thor following suit, placing Stormbreaker against the porch steps carefully.

The interior of the house spoke of you, only you. It was warm and inviting, cosy and comfortable, Thor smiled as he looked around the space. Bookshelves filled with your favourite novels, plush pillows and blankets thrown over the couch, wooden horses and other collectibles filled the space with a familiar vibe that was distinctly yours.

“Charming. This is a very nice house, (Y/N).”

Thor’s towering presence in it made the ceilings appear lower than they were, then again, most Midgardian homes weren’t meant to accommodate a tall, fifteen-hundred-year-old God of Thunder.

“Thank you. Please make yourself at home, I’ll be right with you with our coffees.”

The aroma of fresh ground coffee wafted through the living room, making Thor hum in delight and follow you into the kitchen where you stood, leaning against the wooden island counter.

As you took out the carafe out of the machine, Thor promptly grabbed two mugs and held them out for you, standing close enough to smell your hair, a whiff of wild flowers filled his nostrils before you held up the mug for him.

Muttering a ‘thank you’, he following you as you walked out to the couch, perching on the side that held a knit blanket thrown over the back, waiting for him to join you.

“So, what brings you back to Earth, Thor?”

You.

It was a simple answer. One he didn’t have to think twice about, but had to because he wasn’t sure how you would react.

“I had to make sure you were okay; I was unaware of your whereabouts until one day I found you. I had to come see you, (Y/N). I have missed you terribly these past few years.”

His honest confession took you by surprise, your mouth opened to reply but no words came out as you saw Thor nurse the mug in his hands before glancing up at you, his electric blues were sombre yet hopeful.

Placing your coffee on the table, you turned to face him, clasping his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too, Thor. More than you’d know. I-I was lost after Ragnarök, I didn’t know if I belonged.”

You began, your voice soft as your throat constricted as your mind filled with past memories of your home.

“So was I.”

“You saved everyone, everyone you could and lost so much, Thor. I am so sorry I wasn’t there.” Your voice cracked at the end as you moved closer to him on the couch, placing your other hand on his thigh and rubbing it soothingly.

“It matters not. You are here now, and you are safe. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if you weren’t-”

It was instinctive, your arms went around his neck and you hugged him, effectively quieting the rest of his sentence. Thor buried his face in your neck and held onto you, his strong arms melding you against him as you heard his breathing turn uneven, quiet, unshed tears now falling down his cheeks and mixing with your hair.

“It’s alright, Thor. I’m here, you’re okay.”

Your hand caressed his back while the other found purchase in his hair, your own eyes brimming with tears as you hugged him, trying your best to ease his pain.

He pulled back reluctantly, smoothing down hair that fell out of place against your forehead, his face inches away from yours as he managed a smile for you.

“We’ve known each other for so long, (Y/N). I can’t imagine my life-myself-without you anymore. And I really don’t want to.”

Thor’s eyes searched yours earnestly, yearning for you to say you felt the same.

It was true.

Your feelings mirrored his. You had always had something more than a solid friendship, something stronger that you both felt. It was always brushed off under fear or losing the other and ruining what you had.

Your thumbs caressed the apples of his stubbled cheeks as you touched your foreheads for a brief moment, tilting your head to capture his lips in a soft kiss that would convey everything that words would fail to.

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Too Trusting-Thor Odinson x Reader

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Summary: (Y/N) starts to sense a pattern whenever Thor tells stories of his brother, and she can't help but point it out to him.

Characters: Thor Odinson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arguing, fluff

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As Thor told me yet another tale about Loki, I had to stop myself making faces or rolling my eyes, because I knew what was coming next as he spoke. Although he was telling the story in a joyful way, I knew that he had gone through a lot of hurt due to his brother. This was how the anecdote would go: Thor was the hero, he needed help, bargains with Loki, everything goes smoothly until Loki betrays him and/or fakes his death. The day would still be saved but Thor was still upset over his brother.

"My love, did you hear what I said?" Thor asked.

"Yes, I did." I didn't mean to snap.

"What is wrong? Did something happened today? I'm sorry, I never asked, I just started rambling."

"No, nothing happened today. It's just..." I didn't know how to go about this without hurting his feelings.

"Yes?"

"Thor, these stories are all the same."

"Oh, I do not believe they are, I've been on many adventures and quests, none are the same as the other."

"Not the stories per say. It seems that every time Loki is involved he...he uses you."

He scoffed with a smile."What?"

"He always either betrays you or lies to you about dying. I just thought after all these times, maybe you would clock onto it."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" he stood from the bed where we had been lying opposite each other.

I sat up."No, of course not! It's more like, you're too trusting."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Sometimes it is."

"You don't know Loki, you've never met him."

"I know, but what else am I supposed to think when all the stories you tell me portray him as the cunning one?"

"That's what he is though, the God of Mischief, it's in his nature."

"I understand that Thor, but I thought mischief might mean playing tricks on people. Not invading Earth."

"I told you about that time he turned into snake and bit me, right?"

I sighed, it either wasn't getting through to him or he was too stubborn to admit I was right.

"You don't know my brother. He's...misunderstood. He did not receive the love father gave me as we grew up."

"Well, that's very unfortunate but what did you ever do to him?"

I could see he was getting angry now. I really didn't want this to turn into an argument, maybe I shouldn't have said anything. But if I couldn't tell him, who could?

"Thor, please can you just sit down? I really didn't mean to upset you."

"Well I can't stop thinking about it now. Who else sees me as an idiot? Was I a fool in front of all of my family and friends, my friends from work?"

He was pacing now, slowly, but it was clear to see he was trying to keep calm. When he was angry it wasn't pretty. He had never directed it at me, and I know he wouldn't now, however this had hit a nerve.

"No one sees you that way." I crawled to the egde of the bed, now sat on top of my knees."I only brought it up because I don't like thinking of you in those situations. I just...it sounded like you didn't realise what was happening in those moments."

"I would like to see you battling monsters and evil men, I don't think you would come out of it lightly." he spat.

My mouth dropped open. Now I was angry too. I stood on the bed, only just coming to eye level with him.

"This isn't about me winning any battles! I know I wouldn't last a second out there. Why aren't you acknowledging this?"

"Because no matter how many times I gave him a chance he let me down!"

A sudden crack of thunder made me jump, I faltered on the bed, almost falling. Thor moved to steady me until he saw that I quickly regained myself. But it was weet to see him still caring even though we were bickering.

I let a few seconds pass by, a small trickle of rain gently hit against the windows. OK, it wasn't a huge storm, that was a good thing.

"Thor," I gently said, stepping down to the floor,"I'm sorry for confronting you about this. I thought maybe you were in denial. And I understand why you would be. You love Loki, you want to give him second chances because you're a good person, you see the good in everyone. But you can't let yourself be in harms way when things like that happen. What if the next time he betrayed you-"

"There may not be a next time!" he then looked like he was thinking."Oh, I'm beginning to see what you mean."

I calmly continued."What if next time he betrays you, you get seriously hurt, or killed even! And even if Loki quickly regretted his decision, it could be too late to save you."

Thor lowered his head. He hated being wrong, just like I did. I watched as he turned his back to me, sitting on the end of the bed. I had learned that although Thor liked to be alone with his thoughts, he did need a calmer person to talk things through, make him see this all from a different perspective.

"I didn't meant to make you sad." I mumbled, looking out at the rain."I hope you know I said all this because I love you. It would crush me to see Loki go behind your back again."

He didn't say anything, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Slowly I approached him, kneeling on the bed again but behind him. I rested my whole body on his back, wrapping my arms around his torso as much as I could.

"Please talk to me."

"I know you are right. But I don't want you to be."

Oh, he sounded so sad.

"Neither do I. You now I didn't say it out of spite against you or Loki. It's just hard to paint a pretty picture of him."

"I know."

I kissed the back of his shoulder."Do you want to be alone?"

"No." he placed a hand over mine."But, please can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Of course."

"I wish you could meet him. Or have met him before he turned into what he is now."

"Me too."

"I hate disloyalty and dishonesty. I am sorry I got angry but it is a difficult subject for me to talk about."

"I know. Shall we just go back to lying down together?"

"Yes."

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Nacho- Thor Odinson

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Characters: Thor Odinson

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 415

Author: Aaron

The slow hum from the kitchen that seemed to drone on for hours came to an abrupt and exciting end as the ding echoed through the house. Thor peered up from his locked gaze on the television and stared at you, mouth agape with excitement.

“The nachos y/n… quick get them before the cheese gets all congealed and disgusting.” He quickly went back to the television as he lay, hands sat firmly gripping the controller and dressing gown draped across the couch. “What? I can’t go I’m in the final ten… Do you want me to throw away this top spot for nachos?” Quickly you leapt from the couch and into the kitchen, pulled the microwave door open and lovingly eyed up the cheesy tortilla chips. “Are they done?” He called out in frustration.

“Yeah!” You wrapped a cloth around the hot plate and carefully carried it out, careful not to trip over any of the trash that littered the floor. “How did you do?” Thor’s head sat in his head and the controller had found it’s way onto the floor.

“Top two, lost to a camper in the final circle.” His head shook slowly from side to side in despair. “Everytime… everytime…”

“Well at least we have nachos to cheer us up.”  His frown turned to an excited smile as he reached over to a cheesy, jalapeno filled section of the plate.

“I don’t think so!” You smacked his hand away, in shock he turned to you with disgust in his eyes. “I made them, I get the nice big cheesy bit, you can have some of the other ones. Besides, you didn’t even wash your hands!” He looked at his grimy hands, wiped them on his stained vest and dove straight back in. “Not really washing your hands but I guess it’s better than before.”

“But… I want the cheesy bit. I paid for the damn food and I’m the one carrying us to top fives every game, what do you do? Sit there and watch and judge me for missing my shots…”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to behave then you don’t get any nachos, you can go and make your own and I’ll give you money for the ingredients, how does that sound?” His anger turned to sadness and a look of pity.

“Fine, whatever, you can have the cheesy side this time. But next time.” He pointed a chubby finger at you. “Next time I’ll fight you for it.”

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[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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[preettyangels]

Green dress ☆

Thor x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, alcohol, age gap [thor is obv. pretty old], oral [fem receiving], making out, breast play, pinning

Word count: 1,7k

Summary: y/n craves the feeling of the god of thunder to be with her, to make her feel good, it so happens that he finally catches up and do what she‘s been dreaming of.

A/N: this is my first one-shot to be posted on here, I’m not that good in writing smut as yet, I’m trying to get better <3

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His hands. His veiny, strong hands. His long, thick fingers which are worthy of wielding Mjølnir, they don't leave your mind. Your legs press together at the dirty thoughts popping up in your head, you were needy for the god of thunder to make you scream his name. Watching him flipping his hammer around in the air, catching the handle on his palm before doing the same move again. Your hands fidget with each other inpatient, you needed him here and now, pleasing you and your sensitive parts.

Your heart skipped a beat when you looked directly into the deep blue eyes, feeling how intimidating they were and how they looked deeply into your soul. A smirk appeared on the god's lips when he noticed your pressed legs and your hands covering your midsection, rubbing your palms together in nervousness.

A storm of butterflies mixed with lightning impulses flew around in your lower tummy- this man has a lot of impact on you, and he damn well knew this. His eyes never returned their gaze to somewhere else, they stayed at you, scanning your petite curves up and down and licking his lips at this specific view. Your breast was on display from where on the satin green dress fell down your body, only hanging from your shoulders by golden straps. Your hair was tied up in a beautiful, slick ponytail, some glitter sparkling in the strands from the special hairspray you used. All of this was caught in the god's eyes, not one thing went unnoticed and his stares burnt deeply in your skin.

Slowly, you started shuffling on the brown leather couch you sat on, receiving a rather confused look by the person sitting next to you- Bucky. You awkwardly smiled up to him, containing all your emotions and thoughts and breathed a soft „I'm good" over your lips before returning your attention back to the blonde man who.. disappeared?

Your eyes swift around in a fast move, stopping at blonde locks leaving the room to go upstairs. Your eyes widened, how can he tease you like that, make your body needy like that and then leave?

"I'll use the bathroom quickly" you say, resting your hand on the soldiers shoulder and gifting him a sweet smile of yours before jumping up and following Thor.

Your feet brought you to the direction where he walked past by just seconds ago, but he was nowhere to see-

"M'lady." The sudden voice of the person you've been searching for a few minutes appeared out of a room. Has he been waiting there for you?

Your eyes met his when a vicious smirk appeared on his pink, thin lips.

"As much as i love the gown you're wearing, I'd rather ask you..." he steps closer to you, the storm of butterflies heading back into your stomach, "may I take it off?" Your skin reddened with blush, a shiver ran down your spine and your eyes grew wide just a little bit. You felt your breath hitching through your lungs- for the first time actively.

Your eyes fell down on his lips- god, you wanted to kiss him so bad right here and now, but answering his question before you can, was the better choice to take.

"Y-Yes." You quickly breathed over your lips when you met the blue eyes of his once again, they sparked with a tiny bit of lust. His smirk grew wider.

What the hell is so fucking attractive that he has such an impact on you?

He grabbed your arm and swiftly pulled you inside the bathroom, you let out a surprised groan at his movement. His hand pressed you against the still opened door, closing it with your body weight which made you let out a scoff. Finally, the warmth of his hand touching your skin let a shiver run down your spine and you felt a pulse at your core. A pulse you haven't felt in a long time. His hand now moved next to your waist, grabbing the key of the door as he swiftly turned it to the right, locking the door and making sure by pulling at the knob. Now it's just the two of you, alone in a bathroom which is close by the living room where several fellow team members have a relaxing night.

He doesn't have to say anything, the eyes he gave you, the stares, the grin... his mimics and looks told you how much he wanted you, how inpatient he has been. The warm, gold chains from your dress fell down your shoulders and hang down your arms, leaving your upper chest part more exposed than it already had been. The god licked his lips and eagerly pressed his lips on your skin next to your collarbone. You moaned. It was on accident, or not, but the sudden touch caught you by surprise.

His hands squeezed the flesh around your waist, pulling you closer to his muscular body, closer to his lips. All of this could be a dream, but it's not, you feel the breath of him hitting your skin, how he sucked at your sensitive skin and how he kissed over every single part of your neck era. It felt like a dream.

You didn't know where to put your hands, you had them every where on him. His shoulders, his back, his abs and his sides.. Everywhere you could reach, until you couldn't. He pulled away from your body and grabbed your small hands into his large ones, only the look of the size comparison had you getting weak. With ease, he pulled them up above your head and kept them there.

An erotic grin drew his lips and he moved forward your chest, biting the satin fabric of your dress and pulling it down slowly. Your breath hitched. He doesn't know what he's doing with you, what this does with you. Once the cold air hit your nipples, they grew hard, hard for him. He gave you one last look before his hot tongue made contact with your left breast, licking over the intimate part. Your knees fell weak, but he held you in place, he had the upper hand and you loved it.

Usually it has been you who's dominant around the team, who's always in charge, leading them into war and out of it, but if it's about having fun at night? Having Sex with someone? You prefer to be led by them.

His tongue played with your nipples, switching from one to another over and over, every now and then sucking at them, making you blur out a soft moan.

"Thor.." it caught his attention. The mix of whispering and moaning got him excited, more than he's been already.

"What's the matter, dove?" He gently asked, worrying any negation now. Did he take it too far? Have you gotten uncomfortable? something he didn't notice as yet was your underwear. By now it was soaked wet, he teased you too much, let you wait too long - not that you didn't love it, you did, but you can't wait any longer.

"Please.." was everything you could say, closing your eyes and softly and moaning at the imagination of him between your legs, eating every inch of your pussy like it was his last desert. You don't blame him for not catching up on what you've been up to, what you wanted him to do, it feels like both of you haven't had sex in a long time, he probably for longer than you.

"Just take this dress off.." something he didn't let him be told twice. His hands let go of yours and pulled your gown completely off your curves, leaving you standing there in hot black lingerie. Only one layer of fabric covering the part that has been dripping the whole time for him. His eyes fell down at them, he couldn't see the wetness coming through, but he felt it in some way. He kneeled down and grabbed your right leg, gently putting it over his shoulder to have a better look at what he's about to make his dinner.

His lips traveled down your inner thigh, getting closer to the heat he's in guilt for. Once his lips made contact with the fabric over your pussy, you whined. You've been craving this feeling for as long as you can remember and it felt magical. Only a bit of touch made you shiver and weak for him.

The sound he made when he realised how wet you were, is like a mix of moans and groans. He probably wants to get into it straight away, but he tortures both, you and him, with keeping the teasing going.

But he couldn't.

He made your foot touch the floor again, as well as your panties the moment they landed next to his legs. As quick as your leg was straight, as quick it was bend over his shoulder again, with his head between your legs, his tongue sliding through your wet dripping folds. The moan that escaped your mouth was immense, exploding almost. It felt amazing, you knew already that you don't want him to stop anytime soon, you want to be unable to walk the next morning.

His tongue explored every inch of your pussy, stopping at your clit that was swollen red already. He teased the bundle of nerves with his flicking movements, making you moan more and more. You tried your best to keep them quiet, but oh heaven you couldn't. Those were music to Thor's ears to be exact, he doesn't want you to stop.

"Fuck- Thor.." the air in your lungs was caught in tightness, you felt how a knot in your abdomen grew and grew the rougher he went on you. He moaned along with you, he was turned on by your noises and hip thrusts that only intensified.

This felt like an eternity but it was only 3 minutes until the knot in your stomach explode. Your one hand flew on your mouth to suppress the moans escaping, whilst the other clawed into his long blonde hair. You gasped for air, breathing heavily through your nostrils as you slowly calmed down from your high.

"That's how I like it, dove.."

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[stuckyrogersbarnes]

'Now, dont be a naughty little slut, Y/n.'

(Bucky & Thor smut)

Warnings: Double penetration, edging, degrading kink, edging.

Word count - 1.1K

Female Reader

You had had a tiring day at work. You worked as Tony Stark's assistant since Pepper and Tony got married. You loved your job, but sometimes it was too time-consuming for you to release, if you know, you know. You sigh as you get out of the shower, your hair is wet and you are wearing your new dark red lace panties and an oversized red t-shirt. You had assumed no one was up at this time of night so you didn't bother making an effort to wear anything else. You lived in the compound with everyone else, they were usually asleep by 11 pm. Whereas you, were usually asleep by 2. You walk downstairs to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You take it towards your lips but then your head bumps into the fridge and all the water spills over you. Your nipples harden at the cold sensation of water and your clit instantly gets swollen after not having any contact with anything for the past few months. "Fuck." You whisper. Not only are you wet from the outside, but the inside too. You hear two different laughs behind you. You freeze. "Oh, looks like she finally heard us." You hear a familiar voice say. You turn back, only to see the two hottest men in the compound - Bucky and Thor. They were standing about 5 feet from you, your legs bare, your nipples hard and your pussy drenched. "Hi, boys. I didn't know you were up." You try to sound as confident as you can. "Oof, look at those tiny little nipples," Bucky remarks, you had never heard him talk like that. "Mmm, yeah they look yummy," Thor smirks. "What are you doin' up so late, doll?" bucky asks, "N-nothing. Just getting some water." "Oh yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Thor asks as he steps forward, you can feel his cool breath on your forehead. He was about a foot taller than you, but he was leaning down. You look down. "Oh, she's shy." you hear Bucky come closer. "Don't be shy, y/n" you hear Bucky say on your left as Thor slides his hand up your right thigh. Your breath became uneven. Bucky's hand touches your ribcage, climbing up, slowly. "Tell us to stop, doll. We will." You look up. "No, please don't." "Oh, look at that, looks like she's craving some good cock 'eh?" You look at Thor as he connects his finger on your clit on top of your panties. At the same time, bucky's fingers squeeze your nipples, tight. You moan and fall back. Thor grabs you with his other hand. "Be careful sweetheart." he chuckles. 

Bucky picks you up and puts you on the counter, "Now be quiet doll. We don't want the others hearing you, do we?" You shake your head. "No." "No what?" "Sir?" "Good girl." He takes your t-shirt off and they both groan at the sight of your bare nipples. Bucky and Thor each latch onto one of them. You hold back a moan. Thor's hand begins to circle your throbbing clit, you already begin to shake. "Look at that, she's already about to come." They smirk. They back away and take off their shorts. Only for you to discover, that they weren't wearing any underwear. You swallow at the sight in front of you. They were both gigantic. Bucky was huge, but Thor was humongous. You reach your hand down to your panties and begin to rub. "Now, don't be a naughty little slut, Y/n," Thor growls. You whimper. They both slowly come towards you. Bucky drops to his knees and swiftly licks up your slit. Thor grabs his cock and begins to stroke it. You moan at the sensation of Bucky's eyes tongue inside you. You shut your eyes, unable to keep them open. "Uh uh. Keep your eyes wide open Y/n. look at me." Thor commands. "Fuck." you moan, about to come. You open your eyes. You begin to shake again, you can feel your stomach churning. Bucky groans. Just as you're about to orgasm, bucky stops. You whine at the loss of contact.  

"Get on all fours, Y/n. And remember, the safe word is Red." Thor says. "Ye-yes sir," you say getting on all fours. "What's the magic word?" bucky asks. "It's red, sir." "Good slut." You feel Thor's cock at the tip of your asshole, grab some lube from his pocket and thrusts his whole length into your tight, unused asshole. "Fuck, you've never been fucked in the ass have you?" "No sir." You groan at the pain. "I thought a whore like you would have been." You moan as he begins to thrust. Open up wide for me Y/n" Bucky stations himself in front of you. You open your mouth for him. You suck on his tip, glistening with pre-cum. You take in his full length, without gagging. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Good whore." Thor slaps your butt, you moan, making Bucky's cock twitch. "Fuck me, Barnes." You moan. "Oh. Look who's giving me orders." they both chuckle. "Beg for it, slut." "Please! Please sir i need you. Help your little slut." You whimper. "Whatever you say, doll." Thor pulls out and carries you to the couch. Bucky lies down and you climb on top of his cock. Your pussy had never had such a large length, you loved every inch of it. Thor enters from behind. Your scream gets cut off by Bucky's lips on yours. "These doors aren't soundproof Y/n," he warns. They both begin to thrust, giving you a feeling that you had never felt before. 

You begin to see stars, and both your pussy and ass hole clench around their cocks, you hold back your scream as you come all over their cocks. They don't stop. They start to go faster, harder. Making you squirt all over them, again. "Oof, look at that. Our little slut knows how to squirt." Thor says in a growl. "Yes, she does." They re-enter you, bucky takes his finger down to your clit and begins to rub. You moan, on edge again. They pull out as you squirt on them again. Bucky moans as he comes on your clit and thor on your ass cheek. You moan at the warm feeling of their come. 

"Did you enjoy that, Y/n?"  Bucky asks. "Yes sir." "Good girl," Thor says.

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[rosaline-black]

ᴅᴏᴠᴇ - ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ

Summary: When being forced to join the avengers in an attempt to reform, the last thing Loki expects is to fall for the green thumbed witch who spends all her time in the greenhouse.

Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!reader

This was a new low. Resorting to going behind enemy lines, having to enter the place he had attempted to destroy a couple years ago. And no, not to infiltrate, but to join them. The godforsaken avengers.

"Brother... you need to at least act as though you are willing to be here..."

"Thor... I'm not willing to be here..."

"It was this or you would be condemned to the dungeons of Asgard for eternity..."

Loki had sort of tuned out as Thor continued to speak of what could have happened. His eyes scanned the mutual living space, it was comfortable, too modern for his taste. But then something caught his eye, or someone to be more exact. Your gentle fingers carefully mimic the motion of flipping a page, the book in your hand, in turn, flipping a page. Witchcraft?

He didn't remember you from the battle, and Loki was sure he would remember a face like yours. Gentle and kind, a nurturer he assumed. He was drawn to you for some reason, a reason he could not explain, and his chest was tingling in a way he never felt before. It was... peculiar.

"Ahhh reindeer games... finally arrived..."

Amazing, Tony stark was here to greet him. Loki wanted the ground to open and swallow him, maybe one of doctor strange's portals to open beneath him. Anything to remove him from the humiliation he was facing. Of course, it was deserved, but he could feel your eyes on him, and although he did not know you, he didn't want you to see him this way.

"Stark..." he said coldly in return, keeping the witty comeback about Tony's alcohol dependency behind his tongue. Maybe he could use that another time.

What followed was even more peculiar. On orders of Nick Fury, everyone was supposed to greet him. All of the defenders of Midgard looked up on his arrival, just like he expected the warmest reception he received was from his own brother. That was until you.

"Hello, I'm y/n... it's lovely to meet you..."

Loki didn't know whether he wanted to cradle you in his arms or puke at how kind you were being. He almost fell for it, of course, you were being sarcastic, for who would be intentionally kind to a monster like him.

"Sarcasm? How witty..." he snapped your sweet smile dropping.

"I wasn't being sarcastic I was welcoming you-"

"Oh of course you were... let me guess pretending to be kind so you can find out my weaknesses and report them to the higher-ups... very clever..."

Loki watched as your mouth fell upon, brows drawing together in anger, and just as he expected you to rip into him, scream at how nefarious he was, you simply turned on your heel and left the room.

For some reason, he regretted his cold attitude, not even because now the entirety of the avengers were glaring at him even harder than before. The red-headed assassin stepped forward, her finger pressing against his chest as he stared up with fury-filled eyes.

"Listen here... you are not liked here... you are not accepted here... and going after someone who is for whatever reason trying to be kind to you isn't doing you any favours..."

So you weren't being sarcastic?

It had been two weeks since then. He now knew of you. The green witch. That is what they called you. A woman of nature, who had harnessed the fruits of the earth and nourished them even in the most industrial of cities. Loki was sure you could view even a common fly with the potential to spread care and worth. You saw potential in everyone, which was probably why you were so warm to him even after everything he had done to New York. You spent most of your time on the terrace of stark towers, in the greenhouse Tony had built you as bribery of helping the avengers.

Even after how distrustful he was by nature, Loki could tell you were being genuine in your words, after all, you weren't there in 2012, and you didn't see the pain and destruction he caused first-hand. However he knew you knew, yet still, you had been nothing but cordial, even after how rude his first impression must have been.

Nick Fury had assigned what he called "classes" to Loki. To him it sounded ridiculous, spending time with the different avengers in their respective fields, was a fancy way of saying he was being babysat.

So far he had spent a day or so with Bruce in the lab, the conversation was minimal but he hadn't seen Mr green yet so that was a positive. He had also spent a few days sparring with Thor and Rogers, both of which under minded him like he was a weak child, it sickened him. His latest class was with Romanoff, not once did she speak, her glare doing all the talking for her.

Yet today was different, today was your turn to show him first-hand what you contributed to the avengers. He was yet to see you in action, only the brief flick of your wrist here and there to open doors or summon items, it was menial, but how the others spoke so highly of your craft, it convinced him not to pass judgment quite yet.

The sun was hot on his ashen skin as he managed to arrive at the greenhouses five minutes early. The first thing he noticed was the range of greenery, flowers, fruits and even a sanctuary for aquatic plants spread across the concrete forest, it was quite the safe haven. Loki breathed in through his nose, it was the first time he'd felt fresh since arriving at the godforsaken tower. Like a new lease for life was washing over him with every passing second he spent in your arena of refuge.

The next thing he noticed was the light humming coming from the greenhouse itself, sweet soft melodies filled the air, and Loki was physically drawn to it, you were like a siren with only good intentions.

A pot smashing startled him from his reverie, your wide eyes staring back at him before you scrambled to pick up the brown porcelain.

"My apologies... I didn't hear you approaching... welcome to the greenhouse..." you muttered busily, your fingers curling around the pot, within seconds it was good as new. Impressive.

"It's quite alright... I'm here by fury's request... I assume you were told?"

"Yes.. yes I was... here come in... you can help me with my latest project..."

This piqued Loki's interest. Nobody had actually utilised him since arriving, only once did Bruce ask for his help, and that was when he needed a top-up for his coffee.

Loki carefully watched as you levitated a shoe box onto the table before you, the lid slipping off with a flick of your index finger, revealing a dove. The Dove was injured, its wing visibly broken, and its beak mauled, presumably by a feline.

"I found her on the roof yesterday... now I can heal plants but animals... takes a little bit more concentration... Thor tells me you were trained in sorcery..."

A fond memory of his mother nursing a mouse back to health resurfaced, but Loki pushed it away. His head only nodding in acknowledgement.

"Yes... however, healing magic isn't my area of expertise..."

Loki watched a small smile form on your face "Ah well maybe I can teach you something then..."

The next few hours went by quickly. The conversation didn't necessarily flow, but Loki found your company invigorating. Your witchcraft was beautiful, delicate fingers nurtured the plants of your greenhouse. He found it endearing when you even quietly spoke to your plants, his lips unwillingly curling into a smile.

He learnt of your heritage, how you'd hidden away for centuries in fear of being hunted for your magic. That was until Tony had managed to find your small cottage in the middle of the forest, coaxing you from your safe haven in hopes of letting you benefit the entire planet, and not just your small corner of the world.

Loki noticed how you didn't hold any form of arrogance like the others, you were simply just you; there to harness your craft and help whoever you could. He truly wanted to learn from you, and even though it had just been a couple of hours, Loki left the session feeling inspired.

Originally it was meant to be a week, a week in your company before he moved on to someone else, but Loki just couldn't let you go. The two of you had worked hard on researching different complex healing spells for Stevie.

Stevie was the name you insisted on naming the creature, something to do with a singer you liked? Nonetheless, Loki didn't want to leave your sanctuary just yet. After all, he was the god of lies, so one week turned into two and now you were onto the third.

Loki would pop in anytime he could, old books in hand and he would ramble about different approaches you both could take towards finally launching Stevie into flight. Although he enjoyed the little task the two of you were partaking in, he much preferred your company, in fact, he much preferred you.

"Right Loki... I think she's finally ready to take flight, her wing has healed, and she's singing again..."

You murmured almost sadly. Why were you sad? Loki was under the impression you'd be joyful, your hands waving in excitement, but there was none of that. Had he done something wrong? He always did something wrong.

"Is uh... is everything alright?"

"Yes... I just... never mind..."

Your hand waved him off, just like you waved off his concerns. Yet they remained banging against the confines of Loki's mind. He wanted to make sure you were alright, he needed to know that you were. A year ago the thought of caring for one of the earth's protectors would have sent him into a spiral of hysterical laughter and disgust. He wished he was ashamed to feel those things for you, but he swore on the gods that he'd jump off of stark towers and exclaim his love for you if it made you notice him. Before Loki could question you further, you spoke again. This time however it was unexpected.

"Your different from how I thought you'd be..."

His brows furrowed at that. Different how exactly? Different in the sense that he was no longer a homicidal maniac? He supposed that was true, not that the other members of the team believed him to be changed. To them was still the cold-hearted killer who murdered their beloved agent Coulson.

"Pray tell what you mean by that..."

Loki was an incredible judge of character, and he could practically feel the thin sheen of sweat secreting from your forehead out of nerves. Unlike himself you were an open book, he liked that. His father was a brute who kept his cards close to his chest at all times, so in turn, Loki did the same until he couldn't feel at all. That was until he met you, chipping away at the iced cage he'd put his heart into.

"Well I assumed you'd be mean... brutish like your brother... but without the loveable qualities..." Your eyes met his for a brief moment before a smile crept onto your face "However... you're not like that at all... your kind..."

Kind? Loki had never been called kind before. He assumed if he ever was called kind the person who spoke them would get a dagger to the chest just for underestimating him. Now, he wouldn't dream of doing such things. Well, at least not to you.

"I have a confession..." you spoke again, this time looking more shameful. This was usually the part where Loki got let down. Where the person he'd gone out on a limb to trust or care for sunk that very same dagger into his heart.

"Do go on..."

He didn't want that part to come. And lucky for him, it didn't.

"I'm a master healer within witchcraft... in fact, it's my strong point... one flick of my wrist and Stevie could have been fixed within an hour or two..."

Rarely caught off guard, Loki didn't know what to do with himself. You had lied to him? But not in the way he had assumed you would. What reason would you have for not just letting the bird go free that very same day you met him? Loki's low self-esteem didn't allow him to connect the dots.

"I don't understand-"

"I wanted you to come back... I... god I sound ridiculous... I just... you're the first person I've met since joining this team who seems to understand me..."

He could practically feel the heat emitting from your cheeks, you were clearly embarrassed. Loki couldn't focus on that though, your words had paralysed him into a statuesque state of being. His brain was screaming at him to say something, anything.

"I understand if you want to go... I've taken three weeks of your time-"

"I lied as well... I was meant to be in your company for just a week... and I told you fury extended that... but he didn't..." With a shaky breath, Loki continued "As it turns out... I've grown quite fond of your company... and you..."

The toothy grin that spread upon your face shattered the ice cage once and for all. Without overthinking his actions, Loki enclosed your hand within his own looking down into those eyes that sparkled with excitement and wisdom, the very same eyes he would happily stare into for all eternity.

"I'm very glad to hear that... I'm not very good with the whole... social aspect of this..."

You gestured with your free hand, waving it in his direction. If he could Loki would scoop you up in his arms and just hold you for being so unmistakably adorable. But that action may be a little bit soon.

"Darling... me neither..." Another shaky breath left the god's lips and as your floral scent reached his nostrils, Loki knew he was a goner "May I... kiss you?"

A split second after you had nodded your lips met in a rush of gentle nervousness. The only sound that culminated off of the greenhouse walls were the fluttering of dove wings. It seemed that doves were the birds of love after all.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #Loki x you #loki laufeyson x fem!reader #loki laufeyson one shot #loki fluff #loki reader insert #the avengers #avengers x reader #loki Laufeyson #Thor odinson

[vilentia]

Whispers in the Stars

Thor x reader

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The debris of Asgard floated in the vast expanse of space, a silent testament to the events that had taken place. The spaceship carrying the surviving Asgardians hummed softly, cutting through the interstellar silence. Thor, now king, stood at the ship's observation deck, lost in thought, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. His gaze was fixed on the floating ruins of his homeland.

Behind him, a soft step echoed. It was you. You'd known Thor for what felt like eons, your bond with him strengthening with each challenge faced. You'd been by his side through his banishment to Earth, the dark days with Loki, and now the destruction of Asgard.

Seeing his somber reflection, you silently approached, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and resting your head on his broad back. He took a deep breath, feeling your presence, a grounding reminder that he wasn't alone in this.

"Why do the stars seem more distant tonight?" you whispered, the melancholy evident in your voice.

"They carry the weight of our memories, stories, and dreams," Thor replied, his voice deep and resonant.

You moved to stand beside him, looking up to meet his blue eyes, clouded with sorrow. "Our stories are not over," you reassured him, "Asgard is not a place, it's the people. And as long as we have each other, its essence will never fade."

Thor looked down at you, the corners of his lips curving into a small smile. He appreciated your wisdom, always managing to find a silver lining even in the darkest of times. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, tasting the promise of a new beginning.

"The universe has its ways of testing our mettle," Thor mused, pulling away but keeping you close. "But with you by my side, there's no challenge too great."

You grinned, threading your fingers through his. "Then let's face the future together, my king."

And as the ship journeyed onward, two souls stood united, their love a beacon of hope for all of Asgard. The stars might have whispered tales of tragedy, but they also sang songs of resilience, love, and new beginnings.

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Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books. 

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face. 

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested. 

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently. 

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously. 

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile. 

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad. 

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended. 

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing  hand on Thor’s shoulder. 

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother. 

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too. 

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you. 

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her. 

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library. 

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go. 

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance. 

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him. 

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked. 

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed. 

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother. 

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned. 

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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Loki Laufeyson x Female!SHIELD Agent!Reader: Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

Summary: Loki is burdened with many things, but luckily, you aren’t one those burdens.

Rating/Warnings: All (Post-Avengers (2012); canon divergence Post-Avengers (2012); not canon compliant; fangirls; fanboys; Helicarrier; SHEILD Agent!Reader; Lab assistant!Reader; fluff)

Requester: Anonymous

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Request: “Can I request one where random SHIELD agents flirt with Loki but he shows no interest in them cause he fell for a shy lab assistant instead? Everyone was surprised cause they expected him to go for someone stronger and more confident but Loki likes the idea of being the big protector and having some [sic] rely on his strength. He adores her shyness and tender heart and treats her like a princess."

Notes: A request long, long, long in the making. Goodness, I think it's been over two years since this anonymous person asked for this. It's not a terribly interesting interpretation of the request. They can't all be. But I feel that it meets the requirements, and I'm ready to move on to the rather more...colorful Loki request on my list—and put a dent in my expansive request list. If you're the person that asked me for this all those months ago, I hope you enjoy this!

Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

At long, long, long last, you found yourself in the midst of a moment of perfect quiet. No Klaxons blaring, no unit head barking orders, no rock music pounding fit to shake the walls. Such moments were hard to come by on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Coworkers and bosses alike expected a lot of even a lowly laboratory assistant such as yourself. Go here; pick up this; learn to shoot that. Things had only gotten worse since the start of the Avengers Initiative, too. So when you finally had your usual lab to yourself, was it any wonder that you jumped at the chance to spend some alone time with the Hulk blood sample that had been sitting inside the Stark Industries-powered fridge all week?

"So that's how that works," you murmured to the empty room.

You hardly dared to remove your eye from the microscope long enough to scrawl down a few lines of notes. Someone else might shatter your solitude at any minute, wresting the instrument from you or demanding an errand that would pull you away from the sample. The Avengers were all onboard that day, true—something that went a long way in explaining the vacancy of your typically bustling workstation—but if Director Fury got it in his head that something needed done right away, the presence of superheroes wouldn't prevent someone interrupting you to take care of whatever it was Fury demand. You wanted to take advantage of being without company for as long as possible.

"Agent [L Name]," said a woman behind you.

Only your several years of (generally useless) field training prevented you from shrieking at this sudden invasion of your quiet time. Unfortunately, said training did not prevent you from sucking in a breath and turning on the spot.

Maria Hill rolled her eyes at your behavior. Your cheeks grew hot as she uncrossed arms and made her way over to your lab table.

"Yes, Commander?" you asked weakly.

Her stern expression didn't shift. "You're needed on the bridge."

Well, that couldn't be good. Lab assistants, as a rule, didn't get called to the bridge. They especially did not get called to the bridge in person by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s second-in-command. You licked your lips at the thought of just why anyone up there might want to see you, then asked:

"You came up here to tell me that? Why didn't you just use the intercom?"

"I did."

Clearly, your play for time wasn't about to earn you any points with Maria. You gulped and went on in a rush, "I really can't come to the bridge right this very minute, Commander. I just got to work on this sample. Would it be all right if I came up when I'm finished? It shouldn't be more than an hour."

Oh, who were you kidding? You weren't going to get out of trouble that way. No one had told you to look at the blood to begin with. All you'd likely managed with that stunt would be making Maria extra angry for not asking her how high when she said jump.

To your very great surprise, however, she narrowed her eyes at you for a mere handful of seconds before she turned to leave.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine?"

"Fine." She paused at the door to throw a very characteristic look at you over her shoulder. "But I can't guarantee that he'll still be in one piece when you get there."

"He? Who's he?"

"Your boyfriend. It's his check-in day. Don't tell me you forgot."

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. In the midst of your excitement to find yourself alone at work for once, you had entirely forgotten about the one day a month you could easily (and legally) see Loki. That Maria herself had come searching for you to attend to something regarding him could only be bad news. Before she could make it to the lift down the hallway, you put all your equipment and the blood sample away at a speed that might have got you mistaken for an Enhanced. Then you hurried after her to step inside the elevator before the doors closed.

Maria said nothing. Her pursed lips told you everything. Even if you'd had the wits about you to ask what Loki had done this time, you probably wouldn't have. What if you didn't like the answer? Taking a cue from her lack of small talk, you stared at the vertical crack in front of you so hard that your eyes began to water.

The doors opened seconds later. Maria unwound her crossed arms long enough to motion for you to step outside ahead of her. You could already hear a commotion coming from closer to the control point in the center of the bridge. Several voices spoke over each other in what sounded like excited—not terrified—tones, but you couldn't quite hear what they were saying well enough to confirm everyone's mood. Fury wouldn't call you in to stop a fight (not when he could get the satisfaction of seeing Captain America smash Loki's nose in with his shield), but Maria? Maria just might get more satisfaction out of seeing one of your coworkers smash your nose in instead.

You left the lift with your pulse pounding, though you did keep your arms from shaking at least. It took quite a bit of effort on your part to keep your eyes wide open as the bridge came into view. Bright afternoon sky blazed through the many windows. No dark figure stood at the controls, however. Fury must have had better things to do than referee whatever was going on.

And soon you spotted exactly what that was. One of the computer stations had drawn a crowd. A good six or seven S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in familiar navy uniforms stood talking eagerly over one another. Fury had recently blocked all copies of Galaga on the organization computers, and last you'd heard, Mr. Stark hadn't come up with a way around it yet. Nobody was clustered around Cameron to watch him beat his latest high score, then.

Then you saw who the crowd was talking to. Just why Maria had called you up on Loki's check-in day became clear at once. A tall, dark-haired man with hollow cheeks stood at the center of the cluster of agents. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and gleaming gold shackles kept his wrists firmly pulled toward the desk in front of him. As usual, Loki managed to look completely unbothered by such instruments as he smiled sardonically at the people surrounding him.

"Poor thing," you heard a woman say as you drew closer. "It can't be comfortable standing like that for hours on end."

"You've been waiting there for a long time, man. Are you thirsty? I could bring you some tea," said a man.

"Forget that! I brought grapes in my lunch. I could feed them to you one by one," said a second woman.

"Now, now," Loki purred. "You may all bring your offerings to me."

An excited murmur rose from the group as Loki’s green eyes swept across it.

“You.” He gestured as best he could with his hands restrained as they were. "Run along and retrieve those grapes. My beloved brother did not allow me to partake in breakfast before he insisted we traverse the realms, and who knows when he'll be back to retrieve me for lunch?"

A short-statured woman broke away to trot off in the direction of the nearest break room. She wore a glowing expression, and she did not stop to speak with you as she passed. The rest of the waiting agents resumed their fussing at once.

"He really shouldn't leave you chained like this."

"What if the Helicarrier falls out of the sky and you can't get out?"

"We could lose engine power again at any minute!"

"Truly," Loki bowed his head. "But then, Thor never has thought much about my well-being. It all started when I was about seventy years old..."

At last, you thought you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. "Loki?"

His mouth snapped shut mid-sentence. The onlookers leaned in eagerly, waiting to hear the rest of his tale. Loki, however, looked over in your direction the moment he'd gathered his thoughts.

"[Name]!" he said.

The obvious delight in his tone caught his audience's attention. Every single person's head snapped toward you in unison—and not a single expression appeared happy.

You gulped.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary beings," Loki announced, "Agent [L Name]!"

All your coworkers continued to stare at you wordlessly. You could feel Maria doing the exact same thing behind you. Probably her idea of calling you up here had not involved giving Loki a better opportunity to show off. Thank God Fury seemed to be elsewhere that day. He would have already thrown the both of you into the newly repaired Hulk cell.

"Hi," you said uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with work," said Loki.

Before you could answer, one of the men said, "yeah, [L Name]. What are you doing on the bridge? Don't you belong downstairs where you won't get in the way?"

If he could have seen Loki's expression growing colder and colder, that agent probably wouldn't have finished his sentence. As it was, the ice in Loki's genes was apparent as he said, "you will address her as Agent [L Name] until such a time as she requests you do otherwise."

The man looked as though he'd been slapped.

"So [Name]?" Loki turned the full force of his smile on you. "Why have you deigned to grace this vessel's bridge with your presence?"

"Commander Hill came and got me." You took a deep breath before plunging on: "She wanted me to come break this up. You're all causing a scene."

"A scene?" Now one of the women spoke up, indignant.

"We were all just talking until you barged in," said another.

"Why would Hill bother asking you to break up anything?" asked a man.

"What are you supposed to do to make us leave?"

"You're only a lab assistant."

"You can't even use your I.C.E.R. properly."

"Not to mention that all of us outrank you!"

Over and over and over they beat you with their words. You struggled to stand up straight under the full force of them. What could you say to defend yourself? They were right, each and every one of them. If only Loki hadn't been there to hear it. Maybe you didn't hang your head; maybe you didn't even flinch. But your lower lip trembled, and you knew that the moment Loki spotted that, he'd lose interest in you on the spot. Princes from other realms—even princes currently under galactic house arrest—didn't date girls so easily cowed by their peers.

“Silence!”

This voice belonged to Loki, and so people did, in fact, fall silent. Even the woman before, returning clutching a bag of red grapes, didn’t voice her obvious confusion. One by one, each of the agents present turned their attention back to him. But a smile no longer grace his narrow features. He stood at his tallest, head up to gaze down his nose at those surrounding him with undisguised scorn.

“I warn the lot of you to not insult the love of my considerably long life,” he said. “After all, your lives working for such a sloppily led organization will certainly be cut so short that none of you will be capable of so much as grasping what such a love entails. That [Name] has selected a more reasonable assignment does not make her lesser. In fact, I should think her career choice proves her vastly more intelligent that the standard-issue SHIELD agent that you all proclaim to be.”

You bit your lower lip, bracing yourself for another round of mockery.

One never came. Many grumbles did, as well as dark backward looks, but no one said a word as the group slowly dispersed. The woman with the grapes left without further comment herself.

Then you found yourself alone with Loki at last. When you finally gathered enough courage to face him, you found his frosty demeanor gone. In its place was a warm smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked gently.

What could you do in response to that besides hurry over to hug him?

“Thank you,” murmured into his neck.

“For what?”

“Saying all those nice things about me.”

“For once,” Loki said as you lifted your head to smile at him, “I only spoke the truth.”

Most people claimed Thor to be the most princely of the Asgardian brothers, but when Loki said things like that, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Loki’s charm struck you speechless. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect an answer from you on this occasion.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?” he asked.

Your heart soared. “I’d love to.”

“Good. I’ll need feeding, seeing as you chased off my potential servant.”

Was he joking? With Loki, it was hard to tell. You decided to assume he was in this case. Chuckling, you stood on your toes to give him a swift kiss.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you told him.

“I’ll be waiting, my princess. Unless, of course, Thor happens to remember where he left me before then.”

“Tell him to wait until we’re done with lunch. You need sustenance. I love you,” you added as you turned to leave.

“I love you as well.”

You shot him an enormous grin before you walked back to the lift. Several of the agents stationed nearby rapidly looked away from you and back at their screens as you passed. Maria remained exactly where you’d last seen her only long enough to roll her eyes. After that, she went to stand in Fury’s usual position on the bridge, and pretended as though she didn't see you hurrying back to your post.

Did you care? Not at all. Let them stare. Let them gossip. Though you were hardly the bravest, strongest, or smartest agent S.H.I.E.L.D. had to offer, Loki had chosen you. He could have chosen anyone, any of those vastly more talented people willing to sacrifice just about anything for him. But when your eyes found him one last time before the elevator doors closed, you saw him smiling at you from across the room.

A love like that was even harder to come across than the peace and quiet you’d been trying to enjoy earlier that day. Thankfully, Maria had interrupted all that. If it came down to a choice between standing in the center of attention or hiding in your lab, when it came to Loki, you’d pick standing in the center of attention every single time.Post Work

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[scvrletstrange]

Valhalla | Loki x reader

Thor: Love and Thunder SPOILERS!!! This is also Loki from the original MCU timeline, who, you know died in Infinity War.

Summary: you died on battle after Gorr’s destruction. Once in Valhalla, you search for your dear love. 

Pairing: Loki x reader (no gender specified,  please let me know if you find any discrepancy)

"It's fine..."

"No, no, no!" He leaned down to you, your wound bleeding out so fast, he knew an asgardian wouldn’t bear a wound from the Necrosword.

"Thor, I am fine," a weak smile appeared on your dry lips. "Go with her."

"I shouldn't have dragged you here," he whispered. The tears forming on his blue eyes. “I’m so sorry-”

"No, I wanted to fight... along with you, I am fine... Don't forget that."

Your eyes opened. You blinked once, two times. The light was too strong for you, never in your life you've seen this kind of blinding light.

The last thing you remembered was Thor holding you in his arms. Gorr hurted you bad, but the pain was now gone. You sat down on the soft grass, blocking the light with your hand until you were able to actually see around.

There was a huge golden palace far away, a walking path leading you. The sky was blue and bright, just like you've heard the afterlife would be for your warriors.

Was it real?

“Y/N from Asgard,” a voice called behind you.

The man walked, standing up in front of you. He gave his hand to help you get up.

“Heimdall?”

The guardian smiled.

“Welcome, warrior.”

You accepted his hand, rising from the ground.

“Welcome to Valhalla.”

A smile appeared on your lips, the tears running on your cheeks. You hugged your dear friend, letting him know how much you missed him.

“I have someone who would love to meet you.”

Heimdall guided you through the path until you arrived to the palace. On the way, you encountered a couple of old friends and familiar faces from the Ragnarok and previous battles.

They all wore pretty robes and dresses, just like your clothes. The warriors seemed happy and finally in peace after a life full of worry. It was good knowing you will be able to share feasts with them.

Once you entered the palace, a crowd was able to be seen in the middle of the ball room.

“Is this what you do every day? Eat and drink mead?”

Heimdall chuckled. “Pretty much so, yes. We don’t get to do a lot of things here, you know. We just live peacefully, eat and talk about our biggest fights.”

The guardian started to look for someone within the warriors, you walked by his side.

“Of course you do...”

Making your way through the crowd of people, you finally saw him. The person Heimdall wanted to show you. He was all alone, resting his back against the pillar. His green eyes looked lost, looking all the people around having their feast, a half smile adorning his lips and his skin as pale as always has been. The green and black clothes he usually used to wear now gone and replaced for gold and white.

“Loki?”

His eyes went wide and the cup of mead fell off from his hand once he heard your voice. The prince raised himself from the pillar to see you. Heimdall gave you some space to be alone.

“My dear...” Loki got closer to you, his hand touched your cheek as if he was afraid of hurting you. Or afraid to think it was an illusion.

“You’re really here,” you cried, letting him touch your face. You grabbed his hands on yours, his skin felt cold. Just how you remembered.

His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you softly agains his body. Tears fell from your eyes. Finally you felt safe. After all these years, you missed his touch, his voice, his charm. Everything.

“Can we go outside?” you sobbed.

Loki took your hand and walked away with you from the crowd. You found a beautiful garden and a small fountain. He leaned until your foreheads touched, his hand caressing on your cheek like if you were meant to break in any second.

“I missed you so much...” a whisper fell from your lips. Your eyes opened and looked at his green gaze.

“Fate already reunited us. That’s all I care right now, I love you,” he mumbled against your lips before placing a soft kiss on them.

“I have so much to tell you,” you smiled. “I can’t believe I am here, in Valhalla with you.”

“Well we have now all the time in the universe, my love,” Loki kissed your lips one more time.

“You know, besides me Thor is very proud of you...”

“That moron,” he chuckled. “He better is.”

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Thor - Mood Swings

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Plot: you’re having a shitty day, and on top, you’ve lashed out on Thor. But he always makes things better, not matter what.

Thor winced when the door creaked under his grasp, and tried to finish closing it as quietly as he could. He would have used the window, because he loved to scare you by sneaking in; and he knew that you didn’t really mind it. But since that morning, the orders had been clear; stay out of my sight or I’ll do much more than just cut your hair. It wasn’t as if he was afraid of you, he clearly wasn’t, yet for some reason he couldn’t find and inch of joke in your words. So he decided to enter your apartment like you always reminded him and used the spare key you had given him.

Inside the apartment, there was only one light on, the one in the living room by the window. That had been the only way Thor had had to know you were still up, and why he had decided to pay you a quick visit. He didn’t really understand why you were upset with him, but that morning you had kicked him out of your apartment screaming and nearly sobbing. When you had closed the door on his face, he had gotten the hint of leaving you along for the day.

“Y/N?” he tried to sound as soft as possible. “You there, my love?”

He didn’t receive any negative answer, just a low hum, so he stepped inside the living room.

You were laying on the couch, face down, hands under your belly and feet dangling down. Thor cleared his throat and let the bag he had been carrying on the desk, making enough noise to wake you up in case you were asleep. Instead of looking at him or making his presence known, you just groaned against the pillow.

Thor kicked out his shoes, took off his coat and sat on the coffee table. After two broken ones, you had bought one strong enough to hold the weight of the God. The apartment smelt like tea and some aromatic candles that were lit in the corner, something Thor hadn’t smelt before. In fact, he didn’t even know you liked tea.

Carefully not to disturb you, Thor rubbed a lazy hand over your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting him see your closed eyes.

“Are you alright? You look quiet unwell, my –“

“Do I fucking look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, and finally opened your eyes. They bored into him and Thor had to shift on his place uncomfortable, used to the sweetness of them. When he thought about it, you looked a bit different; pale, bags under your eyes and hair stuck to your forehead.

“That was dumb of me to ask” he retorted, trying to remember anything that you had taught him about the human culture that might explain your mood. “Can I… help you?”

“Yes, you can leave me alone”

You buried your face into the pillow and let out a loud groan. Your body shifted a little, what let Thor see the origin of the tea smell; there was a heating pad under your hip, staining the couch with the water that evaporated. His hand didn’t leave your hair, but kept caressing it until it descended to your shoulders.

Thor was surprised to see how much tension was there, and instantly both of his hands travelled there and started massaging the muscles. You sighed and your body slumped against the couch, and since he woke up that morning, Thor smiled. He had tried to kill time by visiting his friends at the Stark Tower, taking a stroll around the park and stopping to take a few pictures with fans, and actually travelled to another planet to see how things were going. None of those things made him as happy as seeing you relaxed.

It went on for a while, both of you silent as Thor worked on the knots of your back.

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you – can you bring me something to eat?” you turned your head around and Thor’s eyes almost budged out of its sockets when he saw the tears on yours.

“Why are you crying?” Thor moved to kneel in front of the couch, and stopped to caress your cheek. “My love, are you in pain? Has someone hurt you?”

“Please?” you didn’t answer to his question. “Chocolate and pizza?”

Thor nodded quickly and stumbled away to the kitchen, where a series of crushes and curses sounded. Perks of living in a small apartment like yours and having a bear for a boyfriend. The tears ran down your cheeks freely as Thor savaged your fridge in search of the food you had requested.

In a record time, Thor had the oven running with your pizza making itself – maybe with a little help of his thunder’s electricity, a bunch of screams from your neighbours because of power break, and a lot of Thor’s screaming back at them – and was running back to the couch with two bars of chocolate.

When he was met with your lip wobbling and your wet cheeks, the God crumbled down to his knees and let the chocolate on the now bended coffee table.

“You’re crying! Please, don’t cry Y/N” Thor begged you, and you only felt like crying more because of his pained eyes. “I’m sorry, is this my fault? Do you want me to leave again?”

“No, it’s not your fault!” you cried harder, full broken sobs. “Just – just the mood swings of my period, baby. Please don’t leave”

Your arms, that had been tucked under your body, freed themselves and you raised them towards Thor; who finally understood. He understood why you had seemed so flustered that morning, when you had woken up and he had asked about the red strains of the sheets. And when you had kicked him off the apartment, or why you had a heating pad under your hips.

Thor smiled softly at you and let you wrap yourself around him like an octopus while he hoisted your up from your armpits.

“Bed and Netflix?” he proposed, and you nodded against his collarbone. “I can rub your belly while the pizza heats”

“Please” you whined.

Period had never been an easy matter for you. Since you were a teenager, mood swings and horrible pains were a part of it, every month and every year. It had been a really embarrassing topic for you to talk about with your previous boyfriends, because your mood swings had been so drastic that they became grossed out. But with Thor had been different, as everything in your relationship.

He cherished every part of you, and talked with proudness how women were the strongest beings for enduring the pains of the period and the birth of a child. He didn’t protest when he had to go and buy pads in the middle of the night or when situations like that happened every once in a month. Still, you always felt bad about the God, who always endured them without breaking a sweat.

“I’m sorry” you apologised softly, as Thor laid you on bed and hovered over you. You didn’t release his neck.

“I know, it’s okay” he assured you, and kissed the tip of your mouth. “I just wish you had told me sooner. You know I can help with this things, my love. Everything to make you feel alright again”

You smiled and answered him by kissing his lips. It didn’t make the pain away, but your day was better just like that. Thor kissed you slow and softly, and his hand sneaked to under your shirt, just where the pain was. You almost jumped out of your skin when the sparks hit you, even if it wasn’t the first time he did it.

As he kissed you, the pain subsided. His fingers massaged slowly your belly, emitting sparks of electricity every once in a while to make the pain go away. It took him a while to make you relax completely, never leaving your lips or cheeks. Thor peered with kissed every inch of your face, and just when the oven beeped, you breathed in relief.

“Better?”

“Much better” you smiled at him, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Receiving voltage was something that scared you the first time he said it out loud, but when you were in pain and desperate to make it pass, you were open to nearly anything. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling, neither a bad one, because Thor was as careful as a surgeon.

“You still want pizza?” Thor asked. He was standing above you, his whole weight resting on one arm and both of his knees. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but he didn’t complain. “Or I could put it to the fridge and cuddle”

“I think I like the second one better”

Contradicting your words, you raised your arms until they were locked again behind Thor’s neck. Your leg formed a tight circle around his waist and he chuckle. The room was dark, and when you closed your eyes, everything went down to your touch, smell and hearing.

Thor’s skin was rough. It was filled with scars from the multiple battles he had been in, and by nature his skin wasn’t smooth. Burn marks, peeled skin and scabs. But it comforted you, as you rubbed the pads of your fingers against it.

Thor smelt weird. Probably from traveling so much, he didn’t have an specific smell, like mint or coffee. You liked to say he smelt like home. It was smooth and pleasurable, so you sniffed against his neck.

There wasn’t anything to hear, but Thor’s breathing. It was even, always even; in battle, or in bed. The oven beeped in the background, but you only heard Thor’s breathing.

“I take that you want me to carry you?” Thor chuckled, and you hummed.

There was a faint movement, and then Thor’s hand was holding you up under your ass. You didn’t really noticed how he moved or what he did, just that the beeping stopped and that sooner than later you were back in bed. By then, you were almost asleep against his shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Thor’s beautiful eyes in front of you.

The scented candle was in the room, and its soft glow made Thor’s hair look golden. He smiled at you, looking angelical, and his hand that was on your waist pulled your closer. Instead of kissing you, you tucked your head under his chin and closed your eyes again.

“Are you clean for the night?” Thor asked, referring to your pad. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Or do you want me to carry to the bathroom?”

“I’m good for the night” you answered him. “Love you. A lot”

“I love you to, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt I won’t be there for you”

You didn’t get to hear the last words, as you drifted the world of dreams. But they left a tingling feeling in your heart, that wouldn’t go away any time soon.

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