LOVE U BABEY!! okay to keep some sort of restriction on myself i’ll try my best to keep these fics under a 1000 words. also i kind of like this tbh 💖 so this takes place in canon, shortly after the events of ragnarok but before the events of infinity war - because i’m still in denial :) lmao. and fyi: general audience rating, no warnings! really hope you like this legend!! 💕
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36. “I wish I could hate you.”
“I have never seen you quite like this, brother.”
Thor scoffs at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Brooding.” Loki replies instantly, his smirk sharp.
And despite being happy to see his brother, because he always will be, Thor supposes, no matter what his human friends may have thought in the past, he cannot do much else than avoid Loki’s eyes.
Speaking of humans, another person enters the room, and Loki raises his brows, fleeing the scene as quickly as he came.
Bruce looks nervous. This is not necessarily new to him, though, especially when it comes to Thor’s brother.
“Huh. He, uh,” the short man scratches his neck, and he guesses Bruce is careful with his words, in order to not offend the asgardian, “Loki survived.”
Thor nods. “So he did.”
The silence that falls over the two is not uncomfortable, or it does not look it to Bruce, and Thor wonders if he can tell what is going on in his mind.
“Bruce,” and the human focuses a look on him, while he turns his chair, “May I ask you a question?”
The scientist’s nervous demeanor evolves into a, albeit hesitant, smile. It is, what do these humans call it, adorable? Yes, absolutely, adorable.
He then puts his hands in his pockets, Thor has noticed he does it a lot, but despite wondering still has no clue what it means.
“Since you asked so nicely, of course.”
The asgardian feels as if there is a hint of joke in what Bruce is saying, but decides to let it pass by. “Tell me, do you hate me?”
Bruce’s eyes widen at his question, Thor did feel this was justified, though, right?
And the scientist seems nervous once more when he answers, “Why would you think that?”
He just has to shrug. Bruce settles on the sofa in front of him, and would he stop looking at him? Maybe Loki is right about Thor’s brooding. Tony would laugh at the thought of Loki being right in something.
“I figure, you have avoided me since we boarded the ship.”
Bruce leans back a bit. A frown appears.
“I have been stressing you out… lately. Ah, I apologise, I do not mean to come off as blunt as this.”
Truth be told, his feelings have been less than simple since he and Lady Jane separated. Not that this is anything compared to the chaos Thor has been whirled around in since now. And Bruce has stayed silent, but now, to his surprise, he shakes his head, and sounds a small laugh.
The scientist sighs, “I wish I could hate you.”
And this uttering is, honestly, nowhere near what Thor could have imagined his human friend to say. He does not hate him, but wants to? The asgardian is not sure what to do with the fear in his core.
“I am afraid I do not understand.”
Bruce scratches his neck again, yet another strange trait, and licks his lips, “I, no, Thor, I could never hate you. I’m sorry. I just think it would be easier to hate you instead of… this.”
Now it is Thor’s turn to frown, “This?”
“I, well,” and the scientist looks, no, stares at him, and Thor has never felt more out of touch with the human race than this moment, but Bruce continues, “I feel things for you, you know? And I’m used to it being unrequited, really, but with a literal god, it somehow feels worse.”
His human friend laughs at himself and turns his eyes to the floor.
Meanwhile, the confusion only enlarges in the asgardian’s mind, “I am still not sure I understand, Bruce.”
The sincere look he gets when their eyes meet again has a vulnerability Thor knows from himself. It tugs, the same way Lady Jane’s injuries did, once upon a time, in his throat and chest.
“Did you have feelings for Jane? I mean, did you love her?”
Thor is taken aback, “Of course.”
“Thor, I feel that way. About you.” and Bruce fumbles with his hands, seeming desperate to be anywhere else but here, while the conversation clicks in Thor’s mind, suddenly, finally, maybe.
And what feels like the millionth silence settles, and then, “Bruce?”
“You are lovely. I do not understand,” Thor scrunches up his nose while he says it, and he does not think the scientist has ever looked more confused than this, “Why would you assume your feelings are unrequited?”
Bruce almost develops a stutter, then, “I just, well, I- wait, you think… You could feel the same way?”
The asgardian cannot help but smile at him, this human is so ridiculously awkward, and Thor really thought Bruce could read his mind. But after all, Thor thinks, this is what makes sense of these warm feelings inside his chest.
“Bruce, I am certain I do.”