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yourmcu · 3 years

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Mesmerized

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 1,388

A/n: sorry it took a while! I really hope this turned out ok I’m so nervous lmfaosdkdk

Warnings: none

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Natasha’s outside the compound by the landing zone, taking light sips on her beer occasionally. The Avengers are having some sort of gathering or low-key party inside to celebrate their victory against Thanos a while back.

They never really had time to gather everybody just after the battle, but Tony contacted everybody for this special night. Natasha just wants to take a break from the games and conversations for a minute.

Speaking of conversations, she rolls her eyes at the thought about something Steve said. Because the tables have turned; if she was the one bugging Steve to date a few years back, he's now bombarding her with names of single people they knew, one of them being Bucky.

“He wouldn’t mind going out to dinner with you sometime.” Steve suggested. But Natasha knows the Winter Soldier and herself are better off as friends.

Natasha gets up when after the guardian’s ship lands smoothly against the grass meters away from her. She moves a few strands of her hair from her face to get a clear view of Thor striding out of the ship as soon as the door opens, along with the other guardians.

“Ah, Romanoff!” The god of thunder grins, patting her on the back. She’s never seen him this happy. Probably because it's all thanks to him the whole universe was free from mad titans – at least for now. “How’s life? Oh, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my friends here… of course you already know rabbit, and tree…”

Greetings and hand shaking fills the friendly atmosphere for a moment. Then you finally catch up with them, nudging Thor’s side and thrusting the large barrel of Asgardian ale into his arms.

“You must be the Black Widow,” you breathe out and offer a warm smile to the redhead, your hand outstretches. “Thor’s told me awesome stories about you guys. Y/N, by the way.”

Natasha nods, slightly breathless like you are but because of... well, you. She returns a smile and introduces herself as well.

“Everything’s pretty tech-y now, s’mazing.” You muse, entering the compound side by side with Natasha. The rest are walking in front of you, chatting among themselves. “I missed this planet.”

She glances sideways at you, “when’s your last visit?”

You chuckle. “I honestly don’t remember when but, it was a brief visit to my hometown and everything looked old fashioned, I think these huge compact disks were all the rage that time, vines- no, not vines-“

“Vinyl records?” Natasha raises an eyebrow, smiling. You laugh, which she finds adorable, and nod. “You and Quill are related, then?” She proceeds to ask since you look like a normal human, no antennas or any odd space stuff you could’ve inherited.

“Oh, no, we’re both half human though,” you shrug. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

She hesitates to tell a bit of her story at first but you seem nice and - accepting, like you’d never judge her. But she does leave out a few parts for another conversation.

Natasha retreats over to Steve who is behind the bar counter when you receive a big hug from Peter and Tony greets you with a “How’s it going, fireball?” and a pat on the back. She figures you want to meet the others, so she sits down across the super soldier to steal glances at you from afar.

“Finally, I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna show - hey!” Steve raises his champagne at Thor and he does the same gesture before hurrying after Bruce. “Is it just me or did Groot get taller?”

You're still joking around with Tony, pretending to hit the still-bandaged wound on his chest, Rhodey laughs along, then Wanda offers you a cocktail and you accept it, thanking her.

Steve’s now going on about Wakanda, also sharing the stories from T’Challa. Natasha’s barely listening but occasionally hum and nod.

“Nat, if you don’t close your mouth you’re going to drool.” He laughs lightheartedly, averting his gaze from her to you. “I guess we have a winner, then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha gets up to grab another beer from the cooler. Steve continues to laugh, having a stupid grin on his face. “Oh c’mon, what’s her name?”

Even saying your name she feels out of breath. There's no point in pretending she isn’t into you now. “This isn’t normal. I just met her tonight and I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

“You’re infatuated, it’s-”

“Hi,” you sit on a stool across from the two avengers, holding an open pack of marshmallows. Natasha lamely excuses herself to fetch a bottle opener. Steve straightens up and extends a hand which you take. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m-”

“Y/N.” Steve says. “Natasha’s been telling me about you.”

“I just thought you seemed nice,” she quickly recovers but her heart is still pounding.

You raise an eyebrow at her and giggle. “I’m flattered. You’re not so bad yourself, Natasha.” It’s true, you think she ‘seemed nice’ too. Sure she sounded so badass when Thor tells you stories but tonight she looks so cozy with her sweater and her hair braided to one side.

“Being surrounded with people like you guys is great but now I just feel like a party trick.” You take out a marshmallow while scanning the room (Steve is now playing pool with Sam, you notice, and you're alone with the redhead).

“What do you mean?”

You hold the marshmallow between your fingertips, igniting it out of nowhere for a second so it roasts just right, then pop it in your mouth. “Pretty useless, right?”

“Maybe if you only used it for something like that, but no,” Natasha smiles softly. “Fire conjuring, bit scary if you ask me. What if you randomly lit something up?”

“I was born with it. I remember having to wear gloves all the time as a child when I first set a houseplant to flames,” you both laugh. “I’m in full control of it now though.”

“S’that why Tony calls you ‘fireball’?”

You let out a laugh again. “Yeah. Or he might’ve forgot my actual name.”

“Y/N! I took the liberty of putting your stuff in the room you’ll be sleeping at.” Thor butts in, grinning from ear to ear, patting you on the head.

“Oh, right. Thanks buddy.”

“You’re welcome!”

Natasha turns to you, “you’re staying?” In her head she's coming up with ways on how to talk to you again once the party’s over and you return to space with the guardians. This just makes it a whole lot easier to get to know you even better.

“Yup, Thor is too. We both agreed on staying for a few weeks to catch up on stuff.” You reply. “I might actually turn in now, ‘think those cocktails are kicking in...”

“I’ll walk with you.” She says without giving it much thought but you nod and smile appreciatively.

“Perfect. It’s the guestroom beside your room.” Thor claps his hands together and walks away.

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“Can I ask you a question?”

You zip your bag and hum before looking up at her.

Natasha's leaning on your doorframe, hesitating. Is she going to fast? Is it too soon to ask? She fiddles with her hands, “do you have any plans tomorrow?”

This is fine. If you say yes or say no then decline her next question, she’ll just forget any of this happened.

“I don’t - well, I think Thor wanted to go out for breakfast but that’s it. Why?”

“Do you... maybe wanna go out?” Natasha asks silently, looking at anywhere but you. “To, you know, catch you up on some of the things you missed. Only if you want to, no pressure.”

But your eyes light up at her words. You kind of expected it, she was showing signs that she likes you all night. And you actually made the Black Widow nervous. “Natasha, I’d love to.”

“Oh,” she sighs in relief, feeling the beat of her heart return to a normal pace. “Well I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk over to her and place a hand on her arm, then lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Good night.”

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wizardofrozz · 3 years

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Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of past trauma, swearing

A/N: This chapter is kind of sad so be aware and I’m sorry ahead of time 😭 also thank you guys for appreciating my drawings lol 😁

Chapter 15

Bucky POV

I walked away from the group, glancing over my shoulder once, swallowing back the bile rising up. I wandered down a few streets, smiling at the kids passing as I looked for Vision. Turning down the fourth street, I scanned the crowds of kids and adults looking for my friend; I sighed when I still didn’t see him and started to walk again. I noticed fewer people were out the farther I walked, but the sun was going down, so I figured people were probably heading home. Halfway down the street, I saw a bright yellow cape fluttering in the breeze, and I instantly knew it was Vision. I took off jogging to catch up with him, weaving around kids and their parents.

“Vis!” I yelled as I got closer. Vision turned around, glancing around until his eyes found me; despite the growing darkness, I saw panic flashed across his face in the glow of the streetlight.

“Bucky,” Vision greeted, his tone sounding guarded.

“I, uh, came to help you,” I mumbled, falling in step with him. Vision nodded but stayed silent as we turned down the street that led to Ellis Ave. The walk was quiet, but not just because of the lack of conversation between us; there wasn’t the faint chatter of people talking even though we could see them standing around. “Vision?”

“What is going on?” Vision looked around, not bothering to hide the fear written all over his face.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I breathed. I followed Vision towards a woman standing in the grass nearby and watched him try to get her attention, but she seemed frozen in place. A haunted look swirled in Vision’s eyes when he looked towards me again; anxiety rolled in my stomach along with a sudden surge of anger. “Vision, what the fuck is going on!”

“I don’t know,” Vision croaked, meeting my eyes. I took a step back when I saw the gut-wrenching terror that seemed to leak out of every pore of his body. “You’ve noticed it?” Vision closed the space between us, stopping only a few inches from me, his blazing eyes piercing into me, and I couldn’t look away no matter how hard I tried.

“Something’s wrong, Vis. I don’t know what, but I have this uneasy feeling that never goes away.” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in when Vision seemed to relax slightly, his head dropping forward. My eyes widened when Vision’s Halloween costume melted into something that looked eerily similar but more lifelike.

“I suspected Clint noticed too,” Vision sighed. “James, I’m going to lift whatever control you’re under. Is that okay?” Vision lifted his arms, his fingers ghosting over my temples, but his eyes softened as he waited for me to answer.

“Do it,” I grunted, squeezing my eyes shut. Vision’s fingers rested on my temples for a moment, but I didn’t notice after a few seconds. Images of my life flashed across my eyelids, the memories becoming more horrifying as the seconds passed. I saw Steve and me marching an army of POWs back to camp during the war. I felt the weightlessness of falling from the train again; the pain of the impact shot through my spine. I screamed, grabbing my head, and falling to my knees when the electrical currents coursed through my skull. I faintly heard Vision calling for me, but my mouth refused to open. A slideshow of faces flashed across my eyes but never long enough to recognize anyone. I remembered fighting Steve, pulling him from the water, and hiding in Romania until the UN bombing. Everything Zemo did. The Starks along with the look on Tony’s face when he found out. The memories started to move faster, becoming only flashes of me fighting the Avengers alongside Steve, the cryotube in Wakanda, then seeing Steve again. Thanos, the Snap, and the moment I turned to dust played out across my eyelids. The last memory was watching Steve disappear on the travel pad before I sent Sam off to talk to the clearly aged Steve sitting by the lake.

“James!” Vision begged. I slowly opened my eyes, finding them blurry with tears and my dark hair hanging in my face; I dropped my hands from my head, letting them fall onto my legs. The streetlight caught the metal of my left hand, the gold sparkling back at me. I closed my eyes again as sobs shook my shoulders and wiped at the wetness on my cheeks.

“None of it’s real,” I rasped, lifting my head to look at Vision.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Vision whispered, setting a hand on my shoulder. I slumped forward, trying to collect myself and swallow down the pain tearing at my heart; I let Vision’s touch ground me. When his hand fell away, I tensed, unable to meet his eyes, and my heart sank again.

“Vision, you’re dead,” I whispered, flinching. I looked up, blinking at the empty space in front of me; I glanced around, finding Vision floating a couple of hundred feet above me, scanning the horizon.

“James!” Vision looked down at me, pointing somewhere behind me; I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze falling on the car stopped at the intersection. Vision took off, soaring through the air towards the car; I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet again. I stumbled, blinking a few times at my arm; I threw my head back, shouting at the dark sky when I realized my equilibrium was thrown off. Again! Really! I rolled my eyes, stumbling along, willing my body to steady again, but the weight on my left side kept pulling me off balance. I finally made it to the side of the car, where I heard Agnes cackling at a mortified Vision, but it abruptly stopped.

“I will fix this, Agnes. I promise,” Vision whispered, taking a step away from the car.

“Okey-dokey neighbor. Happy Halloweenie!” Agnes made a U-turn on Ellis Ave and started back towards the center of town. We watched her taillights disappear, but neither of us made a move; staring down the now-empty street, I rolled my left shoulder, grunting at the sudden strain on my shoulder. The movements of my left arm were jerky as the plates ground together, and the gears squealed; I huffed, spinning my arm in a windmill motion to recalibrate it. A sigh of relief fell from my lips when my fingers curled into a fist smoothly.

“James…” Vision muttered, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

“What’s up, Vis?” Vision wandered closer, but his head was on a swivel, looking for any sign of movement.

“Is everyone else…all of our friends…are they d-dead too?” I tried not to flinch, but I couldn’t help it as memories flashed through my head.

“Clint, Thor, and (Y/N) are alive,” I whispered. “How did Wanda do this?”

“I don’t know,” Vision mumbled, his shoulder tensing. “What is an Avenger?”

“The Avengers. That’s us,” I replied, squinting at him.

“But what are they?” Vision just blinked at me, waiting for an answer.

“You don’t remember anything from before Westview, do you?” He seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head. “The Avengers are a team of superheroes. Steve and I are super-soldiers, Loki is the God of Mischief, but he and (Y/N) are sorcerers like Wanda, Thor is the God of Thunder, Clint is a master marksman, and Natasha is an assassin.”

“And I was part of this team” -he made air quotes around ‘team’- “before Westview.”

“Yeah, until everything went to shit,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, wincing when my fingers caught a knot.

“But I’m dead,” Vision whispered.

“…yes,” I confessed, dropping my head. “I can fill you in on everything.”

“Yes, but later. First, I need to see what’s outside Westview.” Vision straightened his shoulder and turned away from me, walking towards the open field.

“Vis, wait!” I yelled, clumsily jogging after him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“These people need help, James. They’re suffering,” Vision called over his shoulder, keeping his pace. I rolled my eyes and ran faster, moving past him to get in his way; I walked backward in front of him, trying to reason with him. I amazingly managed to keep myself stable despite the extra weight on my left side.

“Vis, hold on,” I urged. I opened my mouth to talk again, but I stopped short when I heard the hum from behind me. When I looked behind me, I could see the faint static of a barrier; I glanced up, my eyes following the barrier towards the sky, and I instantly thought of Wakanda. “What the hell is this?”

“It seems to cover the perimeter of the town.” Vision eyed the barrier one more time before reaching out; the whining of the static intensified as Vision pushed through.

“No!” I yelled for him, but it was too late; Vision disappeared into the flickering barrier. “Damnit!” I growled, rolling my eyes. I took a deep breath, lifting my left hand towards the barrier but hesitated. “Please don’t kill me,” I whispered. I shoved my hand into the wall and froze; I could feel the vibration travel up my arm to my shoulder, but that was it. I tentatively pushed in past my wrist, gritting my teeth when the barrier seemed to push back. I made it to my elbow, and suddenly unrelenting currents of electricity coursed through my body. I screamed, loud and panicked, tasting blood almost instantly at the power of the sound. I frantically pulled at my arm, my vision swimming as I tumbled towards unconsciousness when unexpectedly the barrier spit me. I landed with a thud; my left arm spasmed, the barrier causing it to malfunction, was the last thing I remembered before everything went dark.

Chapter 16 | Series Masterlist

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bigfan-fanfic · 4 years

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Request by anonymous: “ I hav a prompt for you and/or your friends based of the gif Chris Hemsworth wearing glasses in Ghostbusters: the reader (me 😀) is a college student and dating Thor, yes yes? Due to going to class a lot, they don't meet much. Thor disguised as (the gif) to surprise the reader in which backfired because reader thought an assassin was following him... I only thought up to that 😐😶 the ending is up to you (guys). Note: u cud just do the disguised part and the rest is up to u too, i don't mind 😛 “

Classes have been brutal lately.

All of your time has been taken up by them, leaving nothing extra for you to spend with Thor, your boyfriend.

He’s been very understanding

He wants to come with you, but it’s students only.

But lately, something’s been different.

Someone has been following you.

He’s blond, and muscular, and wears glasses, and he’s super cute, but it’s kind of creepy how he knows your every move.

Where did he come from?

And then, on the fifth day of being followed, it occurs to you.

Is it an assassin?

Someone who wants to hurt Thor or something come to attack you?

Nope.

You know you’re not cut out to fight assassins

So it’s time to call Thor.

You shake off the weird follower, ducking down a hallway and calling him.

“My love? How are you?”

“Thor, I need you! I think I’m being attacked.”

“What? That’s impossible!”

“Please, just get here, right away!”

“Alright. Stay on the cellular phone.”

There’s a pause, and you duck and cover because your follower is here! He’s on a cell phone, probably talking to his shady black ops officer or whatever.

“Alright... Y/N? Where are you?”

“I’m in the alley.” you whisper. “Between the library and the student’s hall. He’s here... I’m hiding.”

You chance a peek, and the man is looking around.

“Y/N... I can’t see you... or the attacker. Is he there?”

“Yes! He’s getting closer! He’s dressed fancy, wearing glasses. Where are you?”

“I’m in the alleyway. Right next to the Dumpster.”

“He’s right there! Look out!”

And the man holds out his hand and summons Mjolnir, and you realize your mistake.

“Oh.... whoops.”

“What is it?”

You hang up and call out. “I think I may have misjudged the situation.”

He turns and chuckles, spreading his arms to show his new look.

“I wanted to blend in better on Midgard, and I thought I would surprise you.”

You blush. “Well, you blended in well, all right.”

He laughs. “Perhaps we should start over. May I take you to lunch? It’s me, your handsome boyfriend, the God of Thunder.”

You smack him gently and slip into his arms. “Fine. You may.”

#male reader #thor x male reader #thor headcanons #marvel headcanons #headcanons

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 1

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1669

Warnings: None for this chapter, smut, angst, canon typical violence on the series

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father's none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with my much younger twin @fanficwriter013

Chapter 1 - The Twins

It had been three years since Pietro and Riley Skjodbærer joined our rather unconventional family. We had made our home out at the compound upstate. I think that we were balancing it pretty well considering. The kids just saw us all as parents. The men were all daddy, though when they needed to specify which daddy their name was added. Daddy Steve or Daddy Tony for example. I was Mommy, Natasha went by Mama, and Wanda used the Romani word Daj. Thor would visit more regularly than before, though he did struggle with it. He had a kingdom to rule and all he wanted to do was be here with us. They were still superheroing but now the rule was never all at once. There needed to be me and at least one other person left to stay with the kids, even if it was a really big bad. Not that that had happened. Normally it was never more than two at a time. The new facility was large and a lot of it was training for new people to do the jobs they used to.

I had gone back to work too. Not full time but just as it suited me. That was one of the benefits to there being so many of us, the kids were never without a parent. Everyone loved the parenting thing too. I guess it fed that nurturing-protector thing they all had that led them to be heroes in the first place.

The kids were well-loved and happy little kids who didn’t know that life could be any different than the way they lived it. They always had people doting on them. We sheltered them a lot, which maybe was an issue. Natasha didn’t want them ending up on the internet or in gossip mags so they really stayed home most of the time. It would have to change soon though. They were nearly preschool-aged and they needed friends and to know what the world was like, even the bad stuff. For now, though they seemed pretty well rounded. Riley was louder and more precocious than her brother. A little bigger too. While Pietro was a quiet and loving boy who was happy being cuddled and read to whenever he could. They could both use ASL and spoke some Russian, Romani and English.

We had never bothered finding out whose child was whose and it wasn’t totally evident by looking. Both were blond with bright blue eyes. The day when we found out for sure I was woken in the very early morning by Riley climbing into bed with us.

Wanda groaned and moved in closer to me. “What’s up?”

I kissed the top of Wanda’s head and sat up. “What are you doing, little bug?”

“Not tired.” She said, crawling over Wanda.

“What am I?” Wanda asked. “A playground?”

Riley started giggling. “Up, Daj.”

“What do you want?” Wanda asks. “You want to go for a fly?”

“Fly!” She repeated, reaching her hands in the air.

“Oh god. This isn't a good idea while everyone is asleep.” I grumbled.

“Up!” She said, waving her arms.

“Shh, bug, it’s time to sleep,” Wanda whispered.

She sat down and put her finger on her lips. “Up!” She said at a loud whisper.

“It’s sleeping time, missy,” I scolded.

“Mommy...” Riley whined, falling back dramatically.

“Come cuddle with, daj,” Wanda said and Riley crawled over into her arms. “We sleep now, and fly later.”

Riley mumbled something in Russian and opened and closed her hand on Wanda’s side as she drifted back off to sleep.

“Such trouble,” I said curling back up under the covers.

“At least it wasn’t Pietro. We’d have had to get up and carry him around.” Wanda said.

I chuckled and kissed her brow. “Night, beautiful.”

“Night, Elly,” she said.

We both drifted back off together. I woke later to an empty bed and headed out to the kitchen to find Steve, Clint, and Wanda with the twins eating pancakes. I assumed everyone else had gone off to work already so I grabbed myself a coffee and a plate and sat down opposite Clint who had a very sticky looking Pietro on his lap.

“Is everyone else over doing Avengers’ stuff?” I asked.

“Well, I think Tony and Bruce are down in the home lab but basically,” Steve said. “Did you have plans?”

“I was thinking about going over to the lab, but…” I shrugged. “I might look into preschools instead.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we should probably do that.”

“Is Tony still against the couple that are nearby for no real reason?” I asked.

Steve chuckled and nodded his head. “Sounds about right.”

Pietro held his hands up to Steve and opened and closed his hands.

“What’s up, pal?” Steve asked.

“Pi’ me u’.” He said through a mouthful of pancake.

Steve shook his head. “What’d we tell you about talking with your mouth full?”

“Don’ know.” He said, his mouth still full of pancakes. Clint and I both looked at each other and stifled laughter.

“We don’t speak with our mouth full, little man,” Steve said, sternly.

“Sowwy,” He said still not swallowing. I turned away and started laughing silently.

“Come on, Pietro. Finish your food first.” Steve said. Pietro swallowed and held his hands out to Steve again.

“Okay, let Daddy Clint clean you up first,” Steve said.

He scowled and looked at Clint holding his hands out palms up. “Daddy.” He said

“Okay, bud,” Clint said and grabbed the wipes, cleaning him up.

“Fank you, daddy,” Pietro said, patting Clint’s face. Steve picked the little boy up and Pietro crawled up so he was sitting up on Steve’s shoulders and rested his chin on top of Steve’s head.

“Look at that, we have a kid that likes to perch and a kid that likes to fly,” I said looking up at him.

Riley started bouncing and climbed off her chair. “Fly? I wanna fly!”

“What’s with you and flying so much today, little bug?” I asked.

Riley scrunched up her face and tapped her arms. “My skin feels funny.”

“What kind of funny?” Clint asked looking concerned.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. “Umm…” She said and then started to spin around in a circle. “Funny.”

“Wanda?” Clint asked.

“Daj make me fly?” Riley asked stopping and looking up at her.

“No, honey. Daj might be able to tell us how you’re feeling.” I said crouching down in front of her. “Can you describe it? Does it hurt? Or feel tingly maybe?”

Riley looked at me with her big blue eyes and opened and closed her hand. I wasn’t sure but it felt like a breeze ran through the room.

“Wait,” Wanda said. “Did my daughter just create wind with her hands?”

“You felt that too?” I asked. “I thought I was imagining it.”

“No, you were definitely not imagining it,” Steve said crouching down beside me. “Bug, can you do that again?”

She scrunched up her face and opened and closed her hand like she was really concentrating. Nothing happened at all and Steve rubbed her arm. “It’s okay, bug. We’ll figure it out. Wanda you getting anything?”

Riley started to run around again and then threw herself at Wanda. “Daj! Fly me!” She squealed.

“Hang on, baby,” Wanda said, she head tilted and her eyes glowing softly.

Riley grabbed Wanda’s hands and started walking up her legs, flipping over when she reached her stomach. “Fly me!”

“Maybe it’s time for Daddy Thor to come visit,” I said looking up.

“What was different?” Wanda mused. “She said her skin felt funny, held her hands up and opened and closed them, then there was a breeze.”

“She’s been wanting to fly more today,” I suggested.

Riley walked back up Wanda and flipped over again as she held her hand. “Fly.” She whined.

“If I fly you, will you try and make the wind again?” Wanda asked.

“I try,” She agreed.

“Okay,” Wanda said getting up and moving away from the table. “Get a running start.”

Riley ran to the end of the room turned around and charged at Wanda, her face the look of pure determination. Wanda waited until Riley jumped and then flicked her wrist, catching her in the pink light of her telekinesis. Riley squealed with delight as Wanda flew her around the room. Pietro sat perched on top of Steve’s shoulders, watching closely as she did laps around the room. After the third circuit, Wanda gently set her back down on her feet and Riley jumped up and down clapping her hands.

“Now, what was the deal?” Wanda asked.

“‘Kay,” Riley said and scrunched up her face again. She put her hands up in the hair and opened and closed them, making a cute little growling sound. Still, nothing happened. The air in the room stayed still. “Can’t…” She said, scowling but obviously still trying.

“Thor was given Mjolnir to help him focus his powers. Maybe Riley needs something like that.” I suggested.

“Maybe,” Steve agreed.

Riley dropped her hands in frustration and a gust of wind blew through the room, buffeting us, before puffing out against the wall. “I did it! Daj! I did it!” Riley squealed, jumping up and down on the spot.

“Yes, you did, baby girl,” Wanda said, cuddling her. “Good job.”

“What was it?” Steve asked. “What was the difference?”

“It’s tied to her emotions,” Wanda said. “I can relate.”

Riley pulled away from Wanda and began to run around the room making zooming sounds. “Heimdall, I’m assuming you can see all this. We kinda need Thor.” I said looking up. “I hope he tells him.”

A storm suddenly started outside, the rain bucketing down directly on the house and there was a loud crack of thunder. Both the kids squealed happily. Pietro climbed down from Steve’s shoulders and they both ran to the window. “Daddy For!”

“I’m going to assume that is a yes,” Steve said.

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lovelyirony · 5 years

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Touchdown

@ragnarokdad has excellent ideas and i can’t pass them up

No one expected Bruce Banner to work in the world of sports, mostly because Bruce couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any championship, score, or method of getting the points.

“Why?” Tony asks after Bruce says he can’t make Thanksgiving until late. “Why go for it?”

“Athletes will forever be injured, and I will forever have a job,” Bruce says. “Also, nice dental benefits.”

Bruce has been bounced around a couple of teams although he stays in New York for his permanent home. They finally relocate him to the New York team, where there’s a new player in town.

His name is Thor. They call him “Thunder” after he collided with one of the biggest men in the NFL and there was an audible “boom” as Thor broke his helmet by sheer force.

Bruce didn’t really care. He was just in charge of making sure athletes stayed healthy, got rest, and stopped being whiny about ice baths.

When he sees Thor, he blinks. He’s used to seeing the muscled-guys, some of them being cute.

But none of them like...like that. Thor looked good, and his smile was killer. Bruce just put down his glasses on the counter.

“Thor, right?”

“Correct, Dr. Banner. I am here for a deep-tissue massage?”

“Yes,” Bruce says, voice going slightly higher. “Yes you are.”

It’s honestly only awkward for Bruce because Thor is his type. It’s easy to massage people, and Bruce gets over it as he asks Thor about his life.

“Anyone to get back home to?”

“My brother’s snakes,” Thor says. “He’s out of town, in Italy. Has to work on some fashion line or other. I’m not sure, he says I’m not allowed to see.”

“Not the sports type?”

“Never,” Thor says. “I wasn’t even going to play football, but I’m good at it and people like it. So why not? I think I’ll play for another two years and resign.”

Bruce nods, and hits a particularly tight spot. Thor grunts as he twitches on the table.

“Hold still,” Bruce murmurs.

“What about you? What got you into sports?”

Bruce laughs for a moment, pausing.

“Oh, I’m not the one into sports. I don’t know anything about this sport other than the points-system and the fact that it takes too long for my taste. I was originally going into radiation science. Still might later on, if my friend Tony has anything to say.”

“What prompted the change?”

“A bit of outside world experience,” Bruce says. “That, and a steady paycheck. You guys like to stay injured, I swear.”

Bruce waves goodbye as Thor leaves, getting to his car.

Thor can’t stop thinking about the doctor, Bruce. He was cute, with a nice smile. He has to feed Lacey and Finnish, who are trying to break out of the cage. Thor gets their food, sends a picture to Loki, and gets an immediate response.

u were ten minutes late home. they could’ve DIED thor

relax they were fine, just drama queens. made a new friend

you make a lot of friends why mention this one?

ohhhhhhh

a friend ;)

it’s not like that

no it is. otherwise you know my time is valuable and you wouldn’t waste it

have fun being a loser lmfaooooo i’m telling val

Thor rolls his eyes, setting his phone down to make his own dinner. He can’t wait for Loki to return and take his pets with him.

He returns to practices and meetings and games and starts noticing Bruce more. He talks with him too, which is nice. He’s funny as all hell, a sardonic smile on his face as some of the team brags about their skill.

“Sure, yeah, I don’t care,” Bruce says, waving a hand in the air. “I have a dinner with friends to get to at seven, and I will not be staying late tonight. It’s sushi, and it’s good.”

Thor is also surprised, because he has a dinner to get to as well. Sushi, same as. But he shakes his head out of the thought. No use in entertaining dreams when there’s things to be done.

Bruce nearly spits out his water when he sees Thor enter the restaurant.

“Good to see you again,” Thor says smoothly, sliding in next to Jane and Helen.

“I’m wondering how you’re in this group and I’ve never heard,” Bruce answers, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.

“He was in our psych class in college,” Helen says. “He was the only jock who actually didn’t have to use a sign-in sheet for classes and he knew jokes about Freud.”

“Good guy,” Jane says. “Helped me and Helen get together, so he’s gonna be my best-man-of-honor.” Bruce laughs, smiling.

“Well, good to know.”

The dinner is enjoyable. They all get new jokes in, Bruce gets Thor’s number out of it, and Helen and Jane have to leave a little bit earlier due to a very frantic-sounding voicemail from someone named Darcy about the “science doo-hickey-thing-jig that has the rainbow duct-tape on it.”

“One of Jane’s,” Helen says, digging cash out of her purse. “We really have to go.”

“We’ll be fine,” Thor says. “Have fun.”

“My machine!” Jane yells, already rushing out the door. Her wife rolls her eyes and chases after her.

Bruce turns to Thor, laughing.

“Quite the emergency, the two of them.”

“Yes, it is. But you mentioned someone named Sam earlier. You wouldn’t happen to know Sam Wilson, would you?”

“No fucking way.”

As it turns out, their friend-group is one and the same, mostly. Bruce and Thor both don’t know why the friends never mentioned each other.

“We can surprise them by knowing each other, maybe,” Thor says. “Loki says I need a plus-one for his show in Milan. You up for coming as my date?”

“Only if I get to have the window seat on the plane,” Bruce says. “But yes. I would love that.”

Thor nods, and starts texting Loki.

bruce and i will come and see your show in milan

finally had a change in mind about travel because of your little interest? how nice. can’t wait 2 embarrass u. how comfy are u with ur sixth grade pictures

nvm flight cancelled

can’t cancel it, see ya there ;) val says hi and that ur a lil bitch

“What are you laughing at?” Bruce asks, eating the last of the dessert roll.

“Just my brother’s responses,” Thor says, putting his phone away. “He’s excited to meet you since you know how to care for snakes. He might try to convince you to take them next time he has to travel without them.”

“I’m sure that would be fine,” Bruce says. “But when do we need to be on the flight?”

“Five in the morning,” Thor says with a wince. Bruce nods.

“Piece of cake. Unless you’re not up to it,” Bruce teases.

“Nonsense,” Thor says, slinging an arm around Bruce’s shoulders. “I’d be up to anything as long as I got to do it with you.”

Bruce looks up, startled.

“You mean--?”

“I rather like introducing you as my date. And my boyfriend, potentially.”

“I’m okay with that one.”

Thor grins, sending an update to Loki.

dating now!

you act as if i’m supposed to b shocked. lozer

:))

#thorbruce #this went every which way but i personally LOVE it #thor #football au #bruce banner #helen cho #jane foster #thor is GOOD okay #loki's gay and a disaster but more importantly is in italy and i love that #lovelyirony writes

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meganlpie · 5 years

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Speed Dating

Anonymous asked: May I have a fake dating au w/ Pietro x fem!reader please? I love your avengers fics so much!!! You could even call it, speed dating,(get it? cause he’s quicksilver)🏃‍♂️ Thank u!

Here you are! I do not own ANY of the Avengers. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: Fake Dating AU, FLUFF!

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

You hated the idea of speed dating. There wasn’t enough time to really get to know someone enough to know whether or not you wanted to date them. So when Wanda signed you up for a night a speed dating, you were understandably upset. You tried to think of something on the spot to get out of it. “Wanda, I really don’t want to go.”

"Don’t you want to meet someone?“ she asked innocently. You groaned. "No, Wan. I don’t need to meet anyone. I, uh, I’ve already got a boyfriend!” you exclaimed. Wanda’s eyes widened. “Since when? Why did you not tell me?” You sighed and mumbled something. Wanda arched a brow. “Well, who is it?” Your mouth grew dry. You were certain you were busted. But then your savior came into view.

"PIETRO!“ you called. He flashed you a cocky grin and came over. "Yes, Princessa?” Thinking quickly, you wrapped your arm around his waist. “I was just telling Wanda about our relationship.” Wanda looked between the two of you. “You two are not dating. Pietro would have told me, no?”

"Ah, but my darling Y/N asked me not to. We did not wish to upset you, dear sister.“ Wanda’s gaze bounced around. She was trying to see if you were lying. You drew even closer to Pietro, just grateful he was playing along. Wanda glared a little, but let it go. "Fine. I will see if Natasha wants to go.” She left the room and you let out a sigh of relief. Pietro turned to you with a smile.

"Since when are we dating, Princessa?“ You felt your face heat up. "Uh…since about five minutes ago.” Pietro’s brows rose in surprise. “I’m sorry! I just panicked. Wanda wanted me to go speed dating with her. I hate the idea.” Pietro chuckled softly. “I see. So you told her that you had a boyfriend, yes?” You nodded averting your gaze.

Pietro gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him. He gave a soft smile. It wasn’t the one he usually wore. It was softer, more loving. “Oh, Y/N, there’s no one else I’d rather date. Even if it is not real.” You blinked at him. This was a side of Pietro you’d never seen before. You were used to his cocky side. The man who could have a different woman on his arm every week and he knew it. This was different. The question was would it last?

*time skip*

It did last. In fact, Pietro was the perfect fake boyfriend. So perfect that sometimes you forgot it wasn’t real. He was attentive and understanding and did everything he could to convince Wanda and the others that you were together. You grew to appreciate the kisses to the temple and forehead anytime he left the room. After a while, you found yourself wishing it was real.

"Something is on your mind,“ Pietro stated from beside you. You were sitting on the couch, staring out of the window. Luckily no one else was around so you could speak freely. "Yes.” He threw an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. You rested your head on his chest and sighed. For a few moments, you sat there in silence, listening to the thundering of Pietro’s heart under your ear. Then, he spoke.

"I like this.“ The way he said it was so calm, yet so full of passion that you looked up at him. He was still looking out of the window. "You do?” He glanced down, his silver hair falling in his face. “I do. It seems so…natural, no? You in my arms is the calmest I have felt in a long time. I do not feel the need to run when I am with you. I feel right.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. You were too busy staring into those gorgeous blue eyes. You reached up and pushed a strand of hair from his face. His gaze never once moved from your face. “I would like to kiss you, Princessa.” Your tongue darted out to lick your lips as your heart started to pound against your ribcage. “Do it,” you said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Pietro leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Some people describe a first kiss as explosive. This wasn’t like that. It was more like a comfort. A warmth that spread from your toes all the way up to your head. It filled you completely and made you want more. You felt like you had come home after a long trip. That was Pietro.

You pulled away after what felt like hours. “Whoa,” you breathed. Pietro laughed. “That is good, no?” You nodded and smiled. “Very good. I think I’d like to do that again.” Faster than you could blink, Pietro shifted so you were laying on the couch with him hovering over you. He kissed you again, more deeply this time. “HEY! NO SEX ON THE SOFA!” Tony’s voice cried out, making you and Pietro spring apart.

"Seriously, you both have bedrooms. I already had to replace one sofa thanks to Thor and Jane.“ You stifled a giggle as Pietro helped you sit up and pressed a kiss to your temple. "Don’t worry, Tony. Pietro and I have no intention of soiling the couch with our debauchery.” Tony rolled his eyes and Pietro chuckled again. “You know, I am glad you asked me to be your pretend boyfriend.” You smiled at him. “I am too.”

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

Tagging: @brewsthespirit-blog @ghostie-writes @esoltis280 @aikibriarrose @jotink78 @iwillbeinmynest @mala-firebringer

#marvel #fake dating au #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader

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marinaaniseed · 5 years

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Dark ‘n’ Stormy Pt.6

Just over 5,000 wordy words. I decided to split this chapter in two because it would be unwieldy otherwise. No smut (!) in this chapter. Thor and the reader get ready to go out for dinner. Contains more discussion on clothing than was probably necessary. And a smidge of Asgardian politics. OH WELL.

Come mid-afternoon, you’d managed to complete your tasks, which was easier said than done when Thor tried to nuzzle up to you every time you were even vaguely still. You went back to his bedroom and changed into your clothes, turning your knickers inside out.

“Is it ok if I go back to mine and change my clothes?” you said as you walked back into the sitting room.

“Of course. Perhaps I could go with you?” he suggested. It had been a while since he’d ventured out further than his garden but he wanted to spend more time with you. You nodded and waited for him to get dressed. He shuffled out in his oversized hoodie and slipped on his Crocs.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Indeed I am.”

He took your hand as you walked back to your hut. He hoped you’d find it romantic but he was mostly holding onto you because he was scared. It had been so long since he’d been around ordinary Asgardians. He didn’t want to disappoint them any more than he already had.

You didn’t pass too many people on your stride of pride but those who did see you tried to hide their shock. You didn’t blame them. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together the cause of the unusual weather. Coupled with seeing Thor out and about, and holding hands with Midgardian, it was probably the last thing any of them expected to see on a Tuesday afternoon as the sun was starting to go down.

“I won’t take long,” you said as you approached the hut. “Then I can head back and start prepping for dinner.”

“We could just bring all of your stuff to mine, then you wouldn’t have to keep coming back here.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, Thor, but as fun as mixing business and pleasure is, we should try to separate things. It’s hard enough to get any work done as it is.”

“But you wouldn’t have to do any work. I don’t want my girlfriend tidying up after me all of the time.”

“Girlfriend?” you queried, eyebrows arched. Oh Norns, no, Thor thought. He hadn’t meant to scare you off. He blushed deep scarlet and stared at the ground, wishing he could fall through one of Strange’s portals like Loki had all those years ago in New York. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times but no words came out.

“Was that...was that your way of asking me?” you asked, trying to make it less awkward.

“Um...yeah?”

“You’ll have to take me out on a date before I consider agreeing.”

“Um, yes a date. Like dinner?”

“Yes, dinner is good.”

“Dinner tonight?”

“That works for me.”

“Right, yes. Dinner tonight. I will meet you here at eight,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss before almost running back to his cabin. You let yourself into the hut and fell back against the door. Ah fuck.

No. This was not good. Fucking was good but dates and emotional stuff? Dear God, no. You couldn’t go through that again. You needed to talk to someone. You grabbed your laptop and opened Skype. Thank fuck. Sam was online.

“Yo,” you typed.

“Y R U typing? Call me like a normal person,” came the reply. Before you could do anything, the Skype call tune sounded and you grudgingly accepted the call. You knew you looked a mess but not accepting and turning on the camera would make Sam suspicious.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. What happened to your neck? Do they have vampires where you are?” Sam exclaimed, trying not to laugh.

“Hmm, yes very good. Why aren’t you at work?”

“I went to a gig last night, took a day off to recover.”

“You’re getting old. Who’d you see?”

“And you’re deflecting. Belinda Carlisle.”

“She’s still alive?”

“She is now. Anyway, what or who happened to you?”

“Someone.”

“Clearly. You look like you just did the walk of shame.”

“Walk of fame. Or stride of pride. You know me, I own my encounters.”

“Aha, so you did get laid. Nice.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did. So what’s up? You’ve got a face like a cat’s arse and you won’t give me the gossip.”

“We’re going on a date. Tonight.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“I do...and I don’t. It’s scary and it’s weird and…”

“And you haven’t been on a date since Alex.”

“...no.”

“That’s a stumbling block you need to get past. Or over. Or hell, crawl underneath it. You are wasting years of your life, out of guilt. If it had been the other way round, you wouldn’t want Alex to pine after for you forever, to grow old and die without falling in love again, would you?”

“No…” Sam wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t easy to hear it.

“Give this mystery bitey person a go. It might be great. In terms of your neck, you essentially have two choices. Style it out and show off those bites, or cover them up. With clothing this time.”

“Look, I only put foundation on that one time. It was my first day, I didn’t want to make a bad impression.”

“Yeah, because foundation staining the collar of your shirt was so much better.”

“Any other words of advice or are you just going to dredge up past mistakes?”

“Yeah, wear the bitch boots.”

“No can do, they’re in storage.”

“Well, if you told me where you are I could put them in my luggage and bring them to you, along with a whole bunch of your shit.”

“I prefer to be nomadic for now, but I appreciate the sentiment. I guess I should start figuring out what to wear.”

“Alright, good to see you too. It’s been emotional, as ever.”

The call ended and you burst into tears.

*****

Thor stomped back like he was marching into battle, startling seagulls and people alike. He grabbed his phone a punched in a message to Brunnhilde. He didn’t want to call in case he interrupted important kingly business. Midgardian tech was too fiddly for him, it was embarrassing how long it took to write four letters: HELP.

Now that he had time to think, he was regretting offering to take you out for dinner. He remembered all too painfully his first encounter in a Midgardian dining establishment. Were his manners ok? He knew more about Midgard now but he knew that different places within the realm had different customs. He didn’t want to upset or offend you. But you’d eaten with him before, and that had been fine...but it wasn’t in public. And where did people go for dinner in New Asgard? Was there anywhere? Food always came to him, not the other way round. He knew from the other Avengers that you were supposed to look and smell nice on these occasions but what should he wear? He’d had some great clothes but that was before...he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, trying to calm down.

He was several beers in by the time Brunnhilde arrived.

“Where’s y/n?” she inquired. “What’s wrong? Do I need to hunt her down?”

Thor wasn’t sure why his friends kept offering to fight you on his behalf. Not that he would, but he was more than capable of fighting you. It was good to know that they had his back, he supposed.

“She went home to change. We’re going out for dinner tonight,” he smiled, despite his nerves.

“Wrong way round there, loverboy, you’re supposed to take her out for dinner before you impale her with your pork sword.”

Thor doesn’t entirely understand what the Valkyrie just said, but he knows it’s rude.

“You’re-you’re not helping,” he replied, grabbing another beer. He’d been much better lately, drinking less.

“Can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is,” Brunnhilde answered, accepting the beer that Thor offered. Seeing that Thor was struggling to articulate himself, the Valkyrie tried to prompt him. “You’re banging a Midgardian. You’ve done that before, so that’s not it. Likewise, this is not the first time you’ve shagged a servant, sorry, employee. You’ve courted people before, right?”

“Ish. Yeah. Sorta. Not for a long time...it was different. I didn’t really have to try.”

“Because you were the pretty prince, so you could have who you wanted, when you wanted them?”

“Ow. That’s not very nice,” Thor said, wincing at the vague memories of various tumbles.

“I’m not wrong though, am I?” Thor shook his head, unable to look her in the eye. “Well, y/n obviously thinks you’re pretty. Or handsome. Whatever. Don’t need to be a scientist like Banner to work that one out. And you’re still a prince, uncoronated king actually-”

“No, you’re king.”

“Yeah, no. I’m regent. And even that is barely tolerated by the people. We’re gonna have to talk about that soon, but not now. Y/N thinks you’re attractive, you’re still royalty, so you’ve got that going for you. God of thunder, Avenger, hero-”

“-hairy fat dude.”

“Technically, yes, but please refer to my first point.” It’s exasperating for the Valkyrie. She wants to help Thor but he still hasn’t told her what the problem is.

“Well, I said we’d go out for dinner but I don’t know where we can go. And I’m worried there’s a whole bunch of MIdagrdian etiquette that I don’t know and I’ll look stupid and I’ll embarrass her. And I don’t know what to wear. And, and, and…” he trailed off.

“Right ok. I’m guessing you’d rather stay in New Asgard?”

Thor nods.

“We have a tavern. A pub. Bar. Drinking establishment. It’s called The Crown,” she explained.

“The Crown? Why’s it called that.”

“The people looked into Midgardian tavern names. ‘The Crown’ signifies loyalty to the monarchy. They thought it was appropriate.”

Thor could feel his shame washing back over him. He’d abandoned his people and all the while they’d named a tavern to show their loyalty to him. He didn’t want to think about what his future chat with Brunnhilde about the leadership of New Asgard would entail. Even if he was forced to be king, he didn’t think there was anything he could do to make up for his years of neglect.

“Anyway, they do food at The Crown. Perhaps you could go there?”

A tavern didn’t seem like the ideal place, he would’ve loved to have taken you somewhere more illustrious, but he didn’t think he was up to leaving New Asgard.

“Asgardian food?” he asked hopefully.

“In a manner of speaking. Some Asgardian foods just aren’t available on Midgard.”

That was a shame but hopefully, he could introduce you to some Asgardian dishes. If, you know, you wanted to try them.

“In terms of Midgardian etiquette, you know as much as I do. I guess if you’re unsure about something, you could ask y/n? Go have a shower, clean your teeth and we’ll figure out what you should wear.”

*****

Having let it all out, you realised you needed to start preparing for your dinner with Thor. He was obviously nervous about asking you and you didn’t want to disappoint him. Looking at your meagre supply of clothing, you realised that none of it was really appropriate for a date. It was all just very practical. Hmm. You’d seen the Asgardians wearing a mixture of familiar and unfamiliar clothing. They couldn’t have taken that much with them when they escaped, which meant there must be a shop or something, right? You decided to investigate New Asgard. If there wasn’t anything, you’d walk to Tønsberg.

It took a little bit of wandering but eventually, you found a street with a few shops. There was one with dresses and fabrics in the window and you cautiously entered. The woman in the shop seemed startled by you, clutching her notepad to her chest.

“Oh my goodness, hello, are you lost?” she asked.

“No? I was hoping that maybe this was a shop that sells clothing?”

“Yes, it is. My apologies...it’s just that I've never had a customer from Midgard before.”

“That’s quite alright. Erm…” you realised at this point that the Valkyrie had never told you which currency they used in New Asgard. “Ah, I realise this is a little awkward but which forms of payment do you accept?”

“Which ones do you have?”

You opened up your purse. You had your bank cards and a wedge of colourful Norwegian krone notes. You didn’t see any evidence of a card machine so you hoped that krone was accepted.

“Mostly just Norwegian krone.” You knew you had some shrapnel from other countries but that hadn’t been worth changing up and would be unlikely to help here.

“Oh yes, Norwegian money is fine,” the woman enthused “but are you sure? I mean it’s not far to Tønsberg.”

“No, no - you have beautiful things in your window. And I’d prefer to find something here, if possible, rather than give my money to one of the fast-fashion chains,” you said, trying to reassure her. The woman nodded.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“Well, I’m going out for dinner this evening, so I was hoping to find something appropriate.”

“Oh, is this with the prince...I mean the king?”

Word apparently travels fast, you thought, feeling your cheeks burn. You nodded, looking at the floor. The woman clapped her hands with glee and grabbed a tape measure, practically bounding towards you.

“May I?” she asked. “We do not use dress sizes like your people do...let me take your measurements and then I can work out what I have that might fit.”

You weren’t exactly keen on being measured, putting a number to the different parts of you, but this seemed like a good system. Much better than trying to work out whether a shop’s sizing runs big or small. The woman made a series of notes on her pad.

“Follow me,” she said, leading you into another room. The was an oaken settee topped with plush cushions, as well as several full-length mirrors.

“Please take a seat,” the woman gestured to the chair. “I will return shortly.”

You sat down, fiddling with the ends of your sleeves, beginning to regret this. Would you like the clothing that she recommended? Could you afford it? Would Thor think you were being weird? Maybe you should’ve just gone to H&M.

The woman returned with several garments, hanging them from a series of hooks on the back of the door.

“These are the ones that should fit you, I hope there is something here to your liking. Which would you like to try on first?”

You had no idea. In truth, you had no idea what kind of style would suit you.

“I guess we could work out way along, starting from the left?”

“Of course.” The woman went over to bring you the first outfit. It was a cherry red hooded dress, with an embroidered lace panel and billowy sleeves. You undressed, realising that the woman meant to help you. You noticed her staring as you stood there in your underwear.

“Apologies, I did not mean to offend,” she said, averting her gaze. “I just have not seen undergarments in this style before. Are they typical of Midgard?”

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The blue floral t-shirt bra was probably more colourful than standard but otherwise typical, at least for Europe. Before you’d left Thor’s, you’d flipped your knickers inside out. You’d forgotten about that. But there they were. Golden yellow bikini briefs, tag out at the back. You hoped the woman couldn’t see the gusset stains. At this rate, it’d be a minor miracle if you even made it to dinner instead of imploding for embarrassment. You could see your cheeks were trying to match the dress. Oh god, oh god, oh god. The lovebites. The bruises. You were only now getting the full picture, thanks to the mirrors. Fucking hell.

“Please do not feel uncomfortable,” the woman said with a reassuring smile. “We Asgardians are not as shy about our bodies or the pleasures we get from them, as your people are. I am glad that his majesty is finding comfort outside of his flagon. Perhaps he will become well again and begin to notice his people more.”

You sensed that she probably wanted to say more but didn’t out of tact. You allowed her to dress you, lacing the garment at the back.

“What do you think?” she asked, nervously.

“It’s beautiful but I think it would be difficult for me to master the lacing. It’s not really a feature of the clothes I’m used to,” you explained. She nodded and helped you undress before moving onto the next option. This dress was bare-shouldered, in ochre and terracotta linen, with the billowy sleeves again. There was no lacing as the back, instead, a leather belt cinched you in the keep everything in place. You stood staring at your reflection, the bra straps somewhat ruining the look.

“This is not for you either. I can tell by your face,” the woman interrupted your thoughts. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings but you were beginning to panic that you might not find anything you liked.

You tried on several more outfits including a cream linen dress (“I will definitely stain this with dinner”) a beige dress that laced up at the front (“Too long, I’ll end up tripping over it”) and a black dress with built-in fingerless gloves (“I would feel rude wearing gloves at dinner”).

You were down to the final garment and you were beginning to panic, wondering how low long you’d been there and when would the shops shut in Tønsberg.

It was another linen dress, this time in black, with beautiful gold embroidered details on the balloon style sleeves, which were attached to the shoulders of the dress with eyelet lacing. The ribbon corset lacing detail to each side of the dress accentuated your waist, while the scoop neckline showed just the right amount of cleavage. Better still, the skirt came to just below your ankle, so it wouldn’t drag along the ground.

“Ah, I love this,” you said, admiring yourself in the different mirrors. “Knocking ‘em cold in black and gold.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh! It’s a lyric from a song.”

“What is the name of this song?”

“I don’t remember,” you lied. There was no way you were going to explain Sex Dwarf, or Soft Cell, to an Asgardian. Where would you even begin? You began undressing, working up the courage to ask how much it was.

“How much is this dress?” you queried, fearful that you wouldn’t be able to afford it.

“For you, on this occasion, I will let you have it for free.”

“No, no you can’t do that. I must pay you for your work,” you panicked.

“What is your name, my dear?”

“Y/N,” you stuttered.

“Y/N. My name is Lorelei. I have lived a long time but these last few years feel as though they have lasted for centuries. It has been hard for us all. I believe you are here among us to change our fortunes for the better. I saw you walking with him earlier. I have not seen him so happy in such a long time. It is my hope that your love for him will restore his health and restore him to our people so that he can lead us as he is supposed to. I give you this dress in the hope that you will help to make Asgard a proud people again. If I am right, this would be but a small token of thanks.”

And if you’re wrong? You wondered. This was a lot of pressure. Love? Leadership? She couldn’t seriously be eying you up as queen? As Thor’s wife? Christ. You’d only just met the guy.

“I...thank you. This is so generous and kind of you. Perhaps we can come to a compromise and you will allow me to purchase some accessories from you?”

“Yes, I will agree to that. Come, let me show you what I have.”

*****

Thor was showered and cleaned his teeth, just as the Valkyrie had instructed.

“What do you think I should wear?” he asked her. “These Midgardian clothes are made for comfort, not courting. That much I know. Do you think my armour would be too much?”

“Yes, definitely. You’re not going into battle. What do your Avenger friends wear on such occasions?”

Thor sat down in his towel next to the Valkyrie. Loki had worn a black suit when they’d been in New York. That had made him look like a witch. Actually, his friends often wore suits too. Or armour. Or costumes. Bucky wore a lot of leather...no, that wouldn’t work either.

“They wear a lot of suits...Stark kept good company...”

“Well, it says here on GQ ‘Don't wear a suit unless your date is somewhere incredibly swanky.’ We don’t have anywhere incredibly swanky around here, so I think you’ll be alright,” the Valkyrie said, looking up from her phone.

“That’s good. Last time I wore a suit was Stark’s funeral…”

“Ok, a suit is definitely out. You don’t want to be reminded of sad things. And don’t wear the Crocs, either.”

“Why not? They’re comfy.”

“Because a lot of Midgardians think they’re unattractive. Look,” she said, holding up her phone to show Thor the Facebook page called ‘I Dont care How Comfortable Crocs Are, You Look Like A Dumbass.’

“Oh, I see,” he said, a little deflated. “I still want to be comfortable though.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea. What are you comfortable wearing?”

“Well, I liked my jeans but I can’t fit into them anymore,” he explained, staring at the floor. Why had he asked you out for dinner? This was a stupid idea. He was stupid.

“Hey, I heard about how you just changed into your armour on the battlefield. Couldn’t you just do that but the other way round? I mean it just magically fit you, right?”

“I…” he hadn’t even considered that as an option. “I’d need to use my lightning. You told me not to do that anymore.”

“Can you do it without causing a storm?” asked Brunnhilde, hopeful of a way to get Thor out of his current mental rut.

“Yes, perhaps. Let me grab Stormbreaker.”

Before Brunnhilde could stop him, he was out in the garden in his towel, tapping the handle of his axe into the ground.

*** Back in the cabin, you enjoyed your second shower of the day before getting ready for your dinner with Thor. Although you’d been in colder climes for a while, your skin still disliked it, and you made sure to moisturise liberally. Rifling through your clothes, you soon found the black lace bra and matching shorts. It was the only matching set of underwear you had left, and you couldn’t remember why you’d bought it, but you were glad you had. New, Midgardian, underwear would need to go on the shopping list. The shorts had built-in suspender straps and you carefully rolled your lace top stockings up your legs. Tights would’ve been warmer, for sure, but you disliked how sweaty your crotch got while wearing them.

You slipped into the dress you’d bought earlier, pulling the side lacing tight. In hindsight, it was too much, but your magpie tendencies had taken over. That and the panic of having nothing to wear. Hopefully, Thor would appreciate your attempt at integrating with the local populace. A little black dress was traditional for a date...this one just wasn’t so little. You’d also purchased burgundy hooded wool cloak, with edged with a golden braid and fastened with a gold clasp. Lorelei had assured you it would keep you warm but in all honesty, you’d snuggle up to Thor for warmth, you just really wanted a cloak.

It was fascinating to hear Lorelei talk of her work and that of some of the Asgardian women. Many of them had continued their former trades of weaving, felting, tanning, embroidery, and lacemaking. They wanted to preserve their heritage. But it was hard. They’d all been set up with bank accounts and a small amount of money when they arrived. Nobody really traded with New Asgard and a lot of the money left the local economy and was spent in Norway instead. And it seemed as though Thor wasn’t the only one drowning his sorrows. That made sense. You knew enough about the world to know that substance abuse was often seen in communities that had lost their sense of purpose, their heritage.

Your makeup collection was sparse, certainly compared to what you’d had, but you kept a supply for those times when you needed a professional face. Once the base was on, you tried to decide whether you wanted a bold eye or lip colour. Certainly not both. You wanted to show Thor a more polished version of yourself, not be unrecognisable to him. You spotted the crimson matte lipstick. Of course. A pop of colour to match Thor’s cloak.. You applied your eye makeup - gold eyeshadow, black mascara and eyeliner - struggling to keep your hand steady as the excitement began to kick in. You applied a layer of concealer to your lips before applying your lipstick, blotting, and then applying a second coat.

After styling your hair, you looked at the few pieces of jewellery you’d brought with you. Carefully you attached the garnet drop earrings you’d inherited from your nan before clasping the matching pendant around your neck, the stone resting just above your cleavage.

The only mirror in the hut was a small one above the sink, so you had no idea how the full ensemble looked. The lovebites were prominent but it’d be nigh impossible to cover them. You couldn’t wear a scarf to dinner and none of your high-necked tops were appropriate for the occasion. Checking your phone, you concluded there wasn’t enough time to paint your nails so your spritzed your perfume and shoved your fit into your leather boots, zipping up the side and adjusting the front lacing. They weren’t the bitch boots but they’d do.

Even though you were inside, you put on the cloak so you didn’t have to faff about with it when Thor arrived. Now it was time to wait.

*** It took a few attempts to get to an outfit that Thor was comfortable in and that Brunnhilde was convinced was appropriate.

“How do I look?” he asked, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“You look very special. Y/n will be impressed, I don’t doubt it. Now hurry up, you don’t want to make her wait.”

Thor nodded and followed the Valkyrie out of the cabin. He remembered how pleased you’d been that morning with flowers. As he walked to the little hut by the docks. He focused his powers and encouraged the flora to bloom a little early, collecting a small posy as he went, but leaving the rest to add a bit of colour to New Asgard.

The nerves kicked in fully when he stood outside your door. He wanted to run away, to hide at home with his beer and some pizza and some mindless gaming. But he couldn’t do that. You’d given him no reason to distrust you. Trying to calm his breathing, he knocked gently on the door.

He could hear you shuffling around behind the wood and was relieved and surprised when you opened the door. He thought you were beautiful anyway, but seeing you stood there, having made an effort with your appearance, in Asgardian clothes, was more than he could have imagined. His mouth was as dry as it was the morning after a heavy night. His heart hammering as though he’d run to the hut, not meandered leisurely. The skin on his face burning as he blushed, he thought he might combust. Standing there, on your doorstep in New Asgard had him feeling hotter and sweating more than when he’d reignited the forge on Nidavellir.

Not trusting his mouth not to say something stupid, he took one hand and kissed it, placing the posy of flowers into your other hand.

“That’s very kind of you, Thor,” you smiled at him. “Please come in a second so I can put these somewhere.” You grabbed your Thermos in the kitchenette, filling it with water and placing the flowers inside, standing it on the windowsill.

Turning around, Thor was stood awkwardly with his back to the door. He looked ravishing, dressed up, with his hair neatly braided at the back. It was so odd, seeing him in something other than his jogging bottoms, hoodies and cardis. You wondered what he would look like, dressed up to the nines in Asgardian finery, but tonight he’d gone for a more earthly look. The brick-red plaid flannel shirt with the crimson suspenders, framing the swell of his stomach beautifully, attached to the comfy looking jeans that you reckoned were probably hugging the curve of his arse, showing off just how shapely it was, thick thighs making them look almost painted on in places. He’d even forgone his Crocs in favour of a pair of sturdy leather boots. If he hadn’t promised you dinner, you’d have dragged him to bed then and there.

You felt a little foolish now, dressed in your Asgardian clothes, but the electric blue hue of his left eye let you know he liked what he saw. Striding over to him, you pressed him back into the door, running your fingers through the loose golden hair outlining his face against the dark wood of the door. It was remarkably soft, like fresh down, and you could feel Thor holding his breath as you pressed into the marshmallow softness of his stomach, tiptoeing to reach his lips. His facial hair tickled your nose, and it was an effort not to flinch away from it, instead, pressing harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Thor’s strong arms wrapped around you so tight you were concerned he’d crack a rib or several.

“Now, that’s how you greet someone with a kiss,” you winked, handing him a tissue to remove the transferred lipstick. “Shall we?” you asked, clutching your bag and reaching past him for the doorknob. A rumble from Thor’s belly was the answer you got as you grabbed his hand and ventured into the cool evening.

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A Little Spark - Part 2

The second time

Summary: Thor made you breakfast. You seduce him one more time, making things hot in the shower. ;)

Warnings: s m u t

Wordcount: 3241

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It’s 8 in the morning when your alarm wakes you up. You hit your alarm a few times before it shuts up. You look at the other side of the bed, but it’s empty.

Of course. Just like you thought; a one night stand.

You drag yourself out of bed, still feeling satisfied with the fact that you finally got laid last night. And you got laid with no other than the fucking God of Thunder. You felt a little bit of an ache down there, but it was a good one, not a painful one. It made you rethink about last night, especially about the little bolts he sent through your body.

You lazily walk to your livingroom to put on the news, but you stop the moment you hear some rumbling in the kitchen.

No way, is he still here?

When you walk in to the kitchen, you see Thor cooking something on your stove. Guess it’s a good thing he feels like he’s home. You cough quietly to grab his attention.

With a smile, Thor turns around. “You’re awake!” He walks to you and gives you a soft kiss on your temple. A little smile appears on your face. “What are you cooking?”, you ask curiously as you walk to the stove.

“I learned this from Tony. Scrambled eggs with bacon is what you Midgardians call it, right?” The smell makes your belly rumble.

You get two plates and some cutlery and put it on the kitchen table. He grabs the pan from the stove and joins you. “I hope you enjoy it.” You grab his hand and squeeze it softly. “I’m pretty sure I will.”

When the first bite reaches your tongue, a small moan leaves your mouth. “Yes, this is just what I needed”, you say with your eyes closed.

When you open them, a smiley Thor stares at you, his cheeks a bit red.

Red? Is he blushing because you just complimented him on his cooking ? “What? Did you doubt yourself?”, you ask. He shakes his head. “I love it when you make that sound.”

This time it’s you who’s blushing, realising the moan you let out. Your gaze goes to the food in front of you, not really daring to look the God in the eye again. “I guess you give me everything I needed”, you say. First the D, now this delicious meal.

“It’s my goal to give you everything you desire”, he says and grabs your hand again. You now have the courage to look at him again. “Well… Then… I have a list”, you joke. A low husky laugh leaves his mouth. Shit, his laugh is sexy.

You eat in silence for a few seconds, before Thor speaks up again. “If you don’t mind me asking; how did you become a part of the Avengers?”, he asks curiously before taking another bite of his bacon. You knew this question was coming, but you didn’t expect it so soon.

“Well”, you say, “I kind of discovered my powers a year ago. My fosterparents always told me I did weird things when I was a kid, but I never did them when I grew up; as if I had forgotten them.”

You take a sip of your coffee before you continue with the story. Thor has his full attention on you. “And last year I discovered my powers again, when a man made me lose my temper. I discovered again that I can control stones. I hurt him pretty bad, which I didn’t regret at that time, but later on I did felt sorry for him. I searched for help and ended up here. Tony did a lot of experiments on me before I was even allowed to practice my skill.”

He nods and swallows his food. “What did the man do to enrage you like that?” His eyes glister, making it unable for you to look away. The God was perfect in any way possible, but you tried not to get consumed by it. This little adventure will be over within an hour.

“He cheated on me”, you say outright and monotone. At the time you might feel enraged and depressed, but you grew and got over the brat. You know it’s not your fault, you’re just really glad you dodged the bullet before taking it to the next level.

Thor shuffles in his seat. “Only a dumb fool would cheat on such beautiful woman.” The words made your heart skip a beat, but you don’t show it. The only thing you give him is a simple smile. “Well, life be like that sometimes”, you shrug. “He’s gone now.”

You take another bite, still enjoying the food as if it’s the first bite. Slowly you feel a little bit of a heat between your legs. Could it be possible to… seduce the God for one more go? Just one more, that’s enough.

You hold back a mischievous smile and moan one more time for the food in your mouth. “Ohh, this food is so good”, you say, the ‘good’ also being half a moan.

Thor looks at you with his bottom lip in his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s working or if he’s holding a laugh for your pathetic performance.

Deliberately you leave a bit of food on the corner of your mouth. You chew the rest of your food. “You- you have a little-“, the God points to his own mouth.

You fake a little ‘o’ before brushing your finger down your bottom lip and taking the food away at the corner. You bring your finger in your mouth just a little further than necessary. You hollow your cheeks and slowly put your finger out of your mouth, releasing your finger with a pop.

Thor is staring at you, but you ignore his gaze. You need him to snap, but you don’t know if you can get a God to snap. But it’s worth a shot, that’s for sure. Your body is heating up slowly, while you think about last night and how you want it again.

You get a sip out of your glass of orange juice before ‘accidentally’ putting it on your fork; causing it to spill all over the table and Thor’s pants. Excellent.

“Oh shi- I’m sorry, let me clean that up”, you say before Thor even gets a change to get up himself. You rush to the kitchen counter, a sly smile on your face when he can’t see you. You get a towel and turn around, the smile gone when you face him again.

You get on the floor next to him and make sure that you’re on your knees. You look up at him with your most innocent eyes. “I’m really sorry.” You put the towel on his pants and gently rub his leg all the way up to his private parts.

You look to the God again, who’s now grinning at you. The left corner of your lips curls up before focussing on the mess you made on the floor. You get the towel of the God and drop it on the floor.

“Leave the mess.” His voice is husky and low. He wasn’t giving advice, but he was rather commanding. “Let’s clean ourselfs up in the shower.”

You leave the towel for what it is and stand up in an instant. You go to the bathroom immediately and turn on the shower for the water to get hot. Thor walks in with his shirt already lost somewhere in the livingroom.

Even though you’ve seen the sight in front of you before, it still makes you stare. He chuckles and walks towards you. He gently helps you out of your clothes, making a pile of it just next to you.

When he rids you of your bra, he stares at your breasts again. He cups them with his hands and kneads them, his eyes never leaving the sight. You let out a little moan and steady yourself by gripping his hip.

His eyes shoot up to yours, but yours are closed. You’re concentrating on the feeling the God is giving you. He lets go of your breasts, making your eyes pop open and a whine coming out of your mouth. You needed his touch.

“We’re solely here for cleaning purposes”, he grins and rids himself from his pants. You shake your head, smiling from his teasing.

When you’re out of your panties, you’re the first to get under the streaming hot water. You close your eyes when you feel the water covering every inch of you, your fingers trailing your own body.

Thor’s enjoying the view; watching you getting relaxed while the water is running down your skin. His cock is twitching, pre-cum around the top it.

You open your eyes and are met with a fully naked Thor. Is it weird that you could come from his sight alone? You hold out your hand and crook your finger, signalling to join you.

He doesn’t hesitate and joins you willingly. Not in the mood to wait any longer, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you passionately. You moan in his mouth, a few water drops slipping in your mouth.

He presses his cock against your folds, letting you know that he can’t wait for what will come. One of his hands are in your hair, the other on your ass. You scratch his back lightly with your nails, which causes Thor to moan. “What you’re doing to me”, he whispers in your ear. His voice so raw and low, it only turns you on more. It’s so.. manly.

As much as you hated to admit, you’re a sucker for a man taking care of you while heating things up. You’re always saying things like ‘women don’t need men’ and ‘we can do whatever we want’, but at those moments you’re so willing to do whatever he pleases.

He pushes his weight on you a bit more, his cock leaving more pressure on your folds. You throw your head back to the wall while biting your bottom lip. You needed him so bad, you wanted his touch all over your body, his cock slamming in and out of you.

As if he can hear your mind, he leaves your ass and spreads your legs. He takes a bit of a distance between the two of you to make room for his hand to sneak to your folds.

Again, he kisses you hard and with passion, while his hand is teasing you with rubbing your inner thighs. He bites your bottom lip. You moan and buck your hips.

He releases your bottom lip and lowers his head to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere. “Thor, please”, you whine. You really needed some action and he was delaying you from it.

“I’m doing to you what you did to me, my dove”, he says. He finds the sweet spot in your neck and a moan leaves your mouth. You feel his lips tighten, which means he’s smiling. You wanted to scoff at him to take that grin of his face, but instead another moan leaves your mouth when he’s sucking that same sweet spot.

His hand is now sliding over your folds, still waiting to rub your clit. “Please, I’m sorry, just, do something”, you say. “I’m sorry, I won’t-“ You get cut off by him slipping in and reaching your clit. His finger making fast 8’s.

Your legs weaken, so you grab a hold of his shoulder. His head jumps up and he looks at you. He presses his forehead to you, but continues to star in your eyes. You stare back, his lustful eyes making you more weak than you already were.

He pushes a finger in to you, soon a second joins. “You feel amazing around my fingers”, he pants while quickly pumping them in and out of you. You respond with a small cry of enjoyment.

A third finger pushes in as well, stretching your walls up a bit. “Jesus”, you pant as you feel yourself close to the edge. Your hands are still holding on to his shoulders to make sure you ‘re not falling.

“That’s a different guy”, he says. A smile appears on your face, but disappears just seconds after when the knot in your stomach explodes. A series full of moans, groans, pants leave your mouth. Thor catches them all with his lips close to yours.

Your legs shake and you have trouble holding yourself up, but somehow manage to stay where you are. Thor’s fingers go in and out for another few times, but leave when your orgasm is done.

He wanted to clean them in the shower, but you grab them quickly. One by one you put them in your mouth to clean them yourself. Thors mouth is open, taking it all in.

After you’ve licked them clean, you drag your hand from his chest to his abs, stopping by his cock. You wanted to grab it, but he stops you.

He set both of his hands under your ass. “Jump”, he says and you obey. You know what’s about to come so a smile is set on your face. You can’t wait to feel his cock inside you.

“So this was your little plan”, he growls while looking at his cock, which is pressed against your folds again. You nod innocently. “And it worked”, you say proudly.

He growls something along the lines of ‘of course’, but you weren’t sure. He stares at your body for a few seconds, before slowly pressing his cock in you. You throw your head back while you feel him fill you up.

Again, you’re surprised how big he is. He keeps going deeper and deeper and you wonder if it’s ever going to stop. He groans and bottoms himself out in one push, which makes you moan. He looks up at you to see if you’re in pain, but that’s not what you’re feeling. You’re feeling full, happy, excited and so turned on.

He starts to push slowly, your walls getting used to the size of him. He leans forward and pushes himself in to the crook of your neck. When he finds a comfortable position, he starts the real work. Pushing in and out of you as if the world depends on it.

“Fuck, yes, oh- yes!”, you moan. He growls at your reaction, pumping in and out even faster.

After a few more pushes, he gets himself out and lets you down. You look at him as innocent as you can. “Odin help me”, he says when he looks in your eyes.

He firmly grips your hips and twists you around. Your face is now facing the bathroom wall. You stand on your toes and stick out your ass a bit so he can access your pussy more easily.

He gives you a small slap on your cheeks, a small ‘hm’ is coming out of your mouth. You feel him enter again, bottoming out in one push this time.

Your hands are supporting on you on the wall so you don’t get pushed flat on it. Thor begins thrusting again and you can feel your arms getting weaker, not able to handle your and Thor’s weight.

Slowly you get pushed against the wall, the cold stone touching your nipples. Another moan leaves your mouth. “Fuck yes”, you hiss.

His hands were on your hips the entire time, but left to grab your hands and put them above you. His grip was firm. His hips buck in to you even harder. “Shit, feels so good”, you manage to get out.

Your fingers scratch the bathroom wall, searching for something to get a grip on. You feel another knot starting to grow in your stomach.

“You look so beautiful. So good under me”, Thor pants. He lets go of your hands and grabs your shoulders. Whenever he bucks his hips to you, he pushes your body down on his cock as well. A load moan echoes through the bathroom. Maybe today was the day that he was going to really fuck your brains out.

“I- I’m c-coming, my- my king”, you manage. Somehow you knew he was going to like it so you went for it, and god did he like it. He gritted his teeth, a loud groan leaving his mouth before speaking up.

“I want to feel you come, fuck-“, he says as he tries to keep up the pace, heavy pants coming out of his mouth. His hands leaving your shoulders, going back to your hips.

Your legs shake and you come again. Your body is hot, but the bathroomwall is cool against your skin. You shudder at every little touch you feel.

Thor’s thrusts get sloppy real fast and than he releases in you. He grabs your hips tightly, his head is now in your neck, head resting on the wall that you’ve been pushed to a few minutes ago. You can feel how he’s releasing in you, so you hold as still as possible.

When he’s over his orgasm, he gets himself out and turns you around again. He presses his lips on yours for a few seconds, before leaving them again. His eyes are still closed when he presses his forehead to yours. You’re both trying to calm down, your hearts racing in your chest. You also have your eyes closed, enjoying his company and his sweet touches.

He gets his head up again and opens his eyes. You’re both slowly getting down from your high. A sweet smile appears on his face, making you blush. He’s so sweet and adorable, you can’t ignore that. You can’t ignore how he has threated you.

When he steps back in to the streaming water, you’re secretly whining in your head that he’s not touching you anymore. You just want to cuddle up with him. You want to watch a movie with him and for him to absentmindedly massage your hair. You just want him to stay. But you know he won’t. Even if you both wanted him to; he has business on Asgard.

Thor grabs your hand and pulls you in to the water as well. He grabs your bottle of shampoo and puts a bit on his hand. You turn around slowly and turn your back to him.

He grabs massages the shampoo in your hair carefully. It feels so nice and warm. A light smile is on your face and your eyes are closed, taking in every touch he leaves on your head.

When he has rubbed it all in, you take a step back in to the water and let the shampoo stream from your hair, to your body, to the ground. You do the same to him, and give him a little shampoo-massage.

When you’re fully dressed and ready for work, you give him one last look. Will this be the last of your adventure? Please, let it not be.

You wouldn’t complain if this would become a weekly, hell a daily, thing. Him coming to your apartment, or maybe you coming to his. Discovering new places, positions and touches. God, you’d love that.

You grab an apple and give another one to Thor. “We’re late”, you say as you watch the clock. You should’ve been in the compound five minutes ago.

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onewholikesthings · 5 years

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Jealousy and Lost Time

~Thor x Reader~

This was requested by a user and I totally forgot your name because I accidentally deleted the comment I'm so sorry!

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(Dean shot coming soon!)

“Would you look at that hunk of a man?” “He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

The laptop screen shone bright against the dark walls of your friends room. The image on projected was that of a Australian actor who had become popular in the US. Oh, and he was shirtless. “Id let him tie me to the bed.” You clutched your stomach from laughing at your best friends’ naughty but true remark.

While in the corner of her bedroom sat a grumpy looking God of Thunder; who had been silent with his arms crossed the entire time.

You were an Asgardian warrior who had been sent on a mission to Earth and had made a couple of friends while you were there. Thor, your lifelong friend, had come to check up on you due to you being gone for so long; he did not seem delighted by what he came back to though.

"Can you maybe not go on and on about this crush of yours?” he murmured through his pouted lips.

You both stopped your giggling to look at the god. “Thor it’s not an actual crush it’s more like um...what’s the phrase?” You turned to your friend, “Eye candy.” “Yes! Eye candy Thor that’s all.” You said as he started to stand from the bean bag he was sitting on but paused at your choice of words.

“...Candy for the eye? You’re both speaking nonsense right now.” He scoffed, picked up Mjolnir, and started to walk out of your friends dorm room.

“Hey wait up!” You yelled after him as he stormed off. His furious strides led Thor to a small garden on campus with a running fountain in the middle and wooden benches creating a U shape around the perimeter of the area.

Brown and burnt orange leaves scattered the ground; the trees surrounding the garden were almost barren. Thor had come to a stop at the sight of the radiant fountain.

It had two layers, the first held two leaping fish, while on the second sat a strikingly beautiful woman holding a spear which spewed water.

You saw him admire the sculpture atop the fountain and took gentle steps towards him. “Are you okay...? Why did you seem so enraged back there?”

He turned slowly and you caught sight of his flushed face. His lips were wedged together tight and his fists were clenched.

“(Y/n) how long have we known each other?” He asked. “As long as I can remember wh-” he rushes up to you and grabbed your hands from your pockets; his breath felt hot and heavy against your face.

“Surely...surely it must be obvious! I was...I got jealous...” his eyes cast downward in shame as he realized how ridiculous his demeanor was.

You, on the other hand, were shocked. Your eyes narrowed in disbelief and confusion. The Prince of Asgard was jealous? “ Thor I- do you have feelings for me?” You took a step back from him and removed your hands from his anxious grasp.

He saw the way you looked at him and straightened his posture, “Yes...I suppose I do. But I totally and completely understand if you do not feel the same. You don’t have to abide to my wishes just because I’m a prince you know you can turn me down which, yes, would hurt very much but I’d understand. Of course It’s all up to you I-”

“Shut up.” You cut him off as you filled the space between the two of you. Grabbing onto his neck, you moved your lips against his; he stood rigid for a moment before melting into your embrace.

His hands traveled from his sides, to your lower back, barely grazing your neck, and up into your hair. After a few seconds of this you pulled apart for air.

He carefully held your head and placed his forehead on yours. When you opened your eyes you saw his baby blues staring right back at you with a smile spread across his face.

You laughed at how flustered he had become while he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “We should’ve done that sooner.” You said nervously, realizing what you had just done.

He paused a moment to take in the features of your face before kissing you once more, softer this time and full of love, “You’ve been away for a while...but its alright. How about we make up for lost time?” He said, eyes beaming. You reached up slightly to place your hand on his, “Sounds like a plan.”

#thor x reader #thor #imagines #one shot #thor x you #asgard #marvel #chris hemsworth #fluffish #angst #marvel cast #cute #asgardian #midgardian #fountain #garden #goodnight

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akamaiden · 6 years

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Turning Tables

A/N: My first Hela fic!!! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. 💕

Another note: Here I did something that I truly believe that Odin should've done. Hela could be an amazing ruler if he did have given more attention and affection towards her. She was his damn daughter!

Last note: Shout out to the amazing @thisishowdynastiesareborn who helped me with this fic! And she's amazing, go follow her!

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Valkyrie!Reader.

Requested by anonymous: Can u write Hela x F!Reader - From enemies to lovers plz?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual tension... I think that's all.

Words: 1,595.

Sakaar was a chaotic place. Every little detail could be summarized in one word: mess. And it was exactly because of this that it was the perfect place for hiding.

When Odin sent the Valkyries to defeat Hela, Goddess of Death, his own daughter, you weren't imagining that this would change your life forever.

Saying that Hela was extremely powerful was an understatement. But you and your sisters were Valkyries. You were part of a group of elite warriors.

But even so it wasn't enough to overthrow the goddess of death. You fought, of course you did. Still, it was pointless. You watched your sisters dying one after another.

You just survived because Brunnhilde knocked you out so Hela could think you two were dead as well.

That's exactly how you two ended in Sakaar. You two were the last Valkyries alive and no one knew that you survived that comfront with Hela.

You woke up and found Brunnhilde drinking her usual mead dose. She seemed distant and you knew her too well to know that she was hiding something.

“If you continue thinking that hard your head will explode,” you said and reach for the bottle that was in her hand.

“Hey, that's mine!” she huffed.

“Tell me what's going on in your head first,” you said.

“There's nothing going on, Y/N,” she tried.

“Nice try, if I didn't know you since I can remember, I'd believe you,”

“For Freya! Okay, but give me my damn mead first,”

You took a sip from it before handing her the bottle back.

“I met Thor,” she started.

Your eyes widened. She couldn't be talking about Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder and heir of Asgard's thorne, could she?

“Yes, I'm talking about the son of Odin,” she answered your mute question.

“And?”

“He needs help to overthrow Hela,”

“What did you say to him?” you asked.

“Nothing, yet. But I was thinking and we barely survived the last time we fought her–”

“We're Valkyries. If we die, we die fighting and not running away from possible threats or getting our asses drunk,” you said.

You knew you were being rude. Brunnhilde was the closest to a family that you ever had. Even when the other Valkyries were alive, you didn't have a strong bond, like you had to her. She was your friend, she was the sister that life gave to you.

You watched Brunnhilde take a deep breath before saying, “You're right.”

And that's why you were watching Thor and Brunnhilde discussing like two children.

“Can you two stop for a moment?” you tried talking.

No response. The only one that was paying attention to you was Banner who just shrugged.

“They won't stop before killing one another,” he said.

“I know, that's exactly why I'm trying to interrupt this,” you sighed. “Tell me about her,” he said.

You didn't need to ask him to know that he was talking about Hela.

“She is unstoppable, fierce and lethal,” you said.

“There's must be a weakness,”

“Trust me, I wish there was something,”

“It's unbelievable that–”

“Brunnhilde!” you screamed when she pointed a dagger to Thor's neck.

You approached them and you made her drop her weapon.

“Have you lost your damn mind? He's our king,” you tried to reason with her.

“It's okay, Y/N,” Thor said.

“No it's not. Can you please stop acting like a child?” you said to him. “Same goes to you,” you said looking at Brunnhilde.

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“I'm tired from all this. This is about Asgard, can you two please stop fighting when there are people under Hela's control?” you said.

Before they could say something you continued, “If we're here alone, doing nothing but getting drunk and trying to survive day after fucking day it's because of her,” you said directly to Brunnhilde.

“And you, my king, it's better you act like the almighty God of Thunder you are and save your kingdom from her. But if you want to rule over dead bodies, all you have to do is continuing acting like that” you said.

Blue and brown eyes looked at you in total desbelief and you just shrugged.

“I'm so done from all this,” you said and left them behind.

You made your way to the place you shared with Brunnhilde and packed your things. With or without them you decided to go to Asgard.

The travel to Asgard passed faster than you wished and before you noticed you were making your way to the throne room.

The big room was empty, you took some time admiring the golden details of it. You were hiding with your spear in hand, you were thinking about how everything suddenly changed after Odin's death.

You were so focused in your thoughts that you just noticed you weren't alone anymore when you heard her voice.

“See father? You banished me and even so I ended up here, in your throne, ruling your people... I'm the rightful heiress of Asgard's thorne and there's nothing you can do to stop me to take what's mine,” Hela said.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't heard her voice back when Odin sent the Valkyries to stop her. You gulped noticing that her voice was embedded with power and strength. She was a powerful woman and she knew that.

“I wish you could answer me, father,” she scoffed. “Fortunately you're dead. But I must confess I'd love to see your face when I sat in your throne for the very first time. You did everything to stop me from getting here and it was pointless,” she laughed.

Your hands held the spear tighter. How dared she speak about Odin that way? He was her father after all.

“You were afraid of me, father. Why? I'm your heiress, your first born child. And what did you do? You banished me because you couldn't control me like you did to my brother. Thor was just a puppet in your strings, right? He's idiot. I've heard that he's going to Midgard, defending midgardians. That's ridiculous!” she said.

That woman is fucking crazy. She's talking alone for the last minutes, you thought.

“I wish you could see when I kill him, because trust me, I'll kill him. He's a living threat to my kingdom, and obviously I'll eliminate him. Same goes to Loki, son of Frigga. Tell me father, how could you care and love such a monster like him?” she continued. “I just wanted you to love me. I wanted you to be proud of me. I just wish you could be the father I wanted the most and what did I get? You banished me, and I won't forgive you for trying to steal what's mine and that's exactly why that I'll make your people suffer, I'm their queen and I'll do as I please,” she said and sobbed.

You tried to move in your place to watch her better and your spear slid from your hands.

“Shit!” you cursed lowly.

“Who's there?” Hela said standing up and running her eyes through the room.

You sighed and left your hidden place to face her. You watched her eyes widening when she recognized you.

“I thought you were all dead,” she said smiling.

“I wish I was,” you said.

“You came to kill me I suppose,”

“No,”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard your conversation and I'm sorry,”

“You what?”

“I'm sorry, Hela. I didn't know about your relationship with Odin,” you said.

“Whatever game you’re playing, it won’t work. You can’t defeat me,” she said.

“I know. At first I came to fight you or die trying but I heard you,” you said and took your sword out and putted in her feet. “My loyalty is yours, Queen Hela,” you continued and knelt in front of her.

“Unexpected,” she said but offered you her hand to help you get on your feet. “I want you for my Queens guard,” she continued.

“As you please,” you said.

After this you got more and more close to her, it was a surprise discover that Hela could be as sweet as Thor.

She usually made you a lot of questions about the Valkyries. And here and there you two spent a lot of time together in Frigga's garden.

You watched with a smiley face Hela laughing at something you said. You two were laying side by side and for the first time you noticed that her smile was so, so beautiful.

You came closer to her and touched her right arm lightly.

“You should smile more, you're so beautiful,” you said.

She stopped laughing and you felt your heart racing with fear, you were scared that you made her angry, or even that you were disrespectful to her.

“I-i am sor–”

And then she interrupted you with a kiss. Her lips felt so soft and warm against your own. You guided a trembling hand to the back of her neck and she hummed happily on the kiss.

You broke the kiss once you two were out of breath. Hela was still smiling and she caressed your cheeks with her fingers.

“I must confess that I've been waiting for this,” she said.

“What else are you waiting for?” you sassed.

“I can guarantee you that I'm better showing you than talking,” she said.

“You know that your brother is coming, right? We can't lose time,” you said.

“The only one losing time here is you, darling. But don't worry I'll keep your mouth occupied,” and then she kissed you again.

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extremeobsessions101 · 5 years

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THOR big dick Odinson!!!!

(ohmygod you actually asked asdfghjkl!!!????!!!)

• fav thing: he's such a cute lil smol bean, clueless and cute asf (i'm talking Thor 1) but he can also be all "BRING ME THANOS"... like just fuck me up man 😤

• least fav: probably his big "choke me daddy" muscles,,, or that godDAMN accent,,, or that big dick,,, yes i h8 it all, i really do

• fav line: "BRING. ME. THANOS." (i st2g i screamed so FKN LOUD in the theatre when this scene came on like i didn't stop screaming for a minute)

•brOTP: bruce banner, because just how CUTE were they in Thor 3!!!

•nOTP: Loki. i can never ever ship him romantically with Loki

•random headcannon: uhmm i have this theory that our spiderboy will teach thor how to internet and then one day thor will just shout "YEET" and throw his hammer 😂 i also believe that domestic!thor will be a sucker for succulents (haha see that?? sucker for suck-u-lents!! 😂😂 sorry lol)

•unpopular opinion: idk umm i guess i don't really have any, i love thor, i do, but i ain't too invested in him as a character. all my attention has been snatched by this guy called borky barnes

•song i associate with them: very cliche, vv immensely cliche but whenever i hear Thunder (Imagine Dragons) all i can think about is THAT SCENE FROM INFINITY WAR "BRING ME THANOS" AND THOR'S EYES IN THAT SCENE AND HIS BODY AND HIS VOICE AND EVERYTHING (sorry i've referenced that scene 3 times now i guess lol)

•favourite picture of them: because he looks like such a BABYYY!!! a Soft™ bean who i wanna hug tight!!!

listen woman i love you thank you for sending in an ask this is the 1st ask i ever received and i feel honoured ❤️❤️😤👏🏻

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lokidoki-imagines · 6 years

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Library Vigilante

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, second hand embarrassment

Words: 2360

Prompt: Library AU ‘You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down’

You can request more by dropping me an with an idea or pick a prompt from my favourite prompt lists one liners, 100 kinks, generals, AU’s and holiday prompts :) Hope you enjoy!

“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.”

“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat.

“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.

Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”

“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”

Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”

“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only.

It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but...You were alone.

Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened.

“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D...” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.

Books. Password denied.

Avengers. Password denied.

One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.

Password accepted.

“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.

Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.

It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for.

You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his.

“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.

“Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.

You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”

Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.

Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.

He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.

You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.

His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.

“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.

Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.

“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.

“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.

“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.

He’s taller than I thought he’d be.

“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished.

Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.

Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.

You nodded. “Found our name and address?”

Oh god.

“Came here, let yourself in.”

Oh no.

“Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”

I sound like a freakin’ psycho.

Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.

“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug.

Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.

You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner.

He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions.

He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”

Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.”

“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.

Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you.

Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.

“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.

You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.

“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away.

Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.

“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.

Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.

He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”

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mentalbreakout · 6 years

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stef watches Infinity War

spoilers for sure, so more under the cut!!

so i finally got myself to the theatre to watch Avengers: Infinity War, because my finals have finally ended, the semester has finally wrapped, and I have a chance to wallow on the Internet with only a modicum of guilt, instead of feeling it like an anvil on my head

i went to watch on my own (because everyone else i know has watched it already), which was a fun experience in itself (more on that another time), so here are some thoughts, reactions and some general screaming

right off the bat, that introduction scene was NOT FUNNY, NOT FUNNY AT ALL like, killing Loki AND Heimdall off right at the start of the movie?? In such a brutal fashion?? Honestly I only know Thor survives because of the trailers, but seriously I didn’t expect them to actually kill Loki so that was Extremely Alarming right off the bat

the Hulk getting thrown back to Earth to warn them was great, but oh no the fact that poor Hulk is so scared of Thanos, and Banner has sort of “lost” his greatest weapon/asset is awful, so awful, I am sad. But also mega-grateful that he was able to reunite with Tony and Pepper, and then they were able to get Some Shit Done!!

ok but the bad guys in this movie are SERIOUSLY WHACK, and violent, and terrible which I understand, it’s the point of the damn thing

and - Peter, my darling Spidey, YOU BRAVE BOY

definitely loving all the action we got in space, with Thor and the Guardians, and the general badassery - I’m not really a fan of Peter Quill because he’s genuinely annoying as a character, but I really loved Thor + Rocket + Groot, especially Groot as the gameboy-playing teenager and Rocket as the nagging parent

Groot stepping up and sacrificing his arm to be the handle of Stormbreaker was yaaaas

SCARLET WITCH X VISION!! I ship so hard, which made the bloody ending so bittersweet :< also Nat and Bruce seeing each other again for the first time in forever :,)

and was lovely to see Cap, Black Widow and Falcon back. Chris Evans still makes me swoon a little, that handsome man, even if I think that beard is awful. it was so good seeing them kick ass, and even better seeing Bucky and Cap hug, like, I have been waiting to see them together on screen without either one trying to kill the other/run from the other etc. since Bucky fell off the damn train in The First Avenger so like, god bless, just wish they had more scenes being badass together (though Bucky picking Rocket up and the two of them becoming a shooting merry go around during the battle of Wakanda was HELLA RAD)

speaking of Wakanda, like, WAKANDA FOREVER!! T’Challa, Okoye, M’Baku, and everyone else from the futuristic city are just top notch amazing. Props for “I thought we’d get the Olympics, or Starbucks”

so the movie had LOTS OF BADASSERY, and the heroes being kick-ass and awesome in general (special mention to Thor, God of Thunder, who entered the final battle with a literal bang), but it also BROKE MY FUCKING HEART and let me tell you why

- as mentioned earlier, Heimdall and Loki dying

- Thanos being a MASSIVE EVIL HORRIBLE BASTARD like u see how?? he tortures people?? like what he did to Nebula?? and that’s not even counting his cronies

- Thanos’ sacrificing Gamora to get the Soul Stone - like honestly I felt damn sad during that scene, but also highkey like... do you expect me to have ANY sympathy for Thanos?? like he doesn’t even have a justification for this shit like... u gonna need to give me more than “he really loved her”, Russo dudes, for me to feel anything for this giant purple lump

- Wanda having to KILL VISION, and then fucking Thanos reversing it, taking the stone (and killing Vision), putting Wanda through ALL THAT PAIN for NOTHING like how dare you do this to her, huh??

- and of course, at the very end, when Thanos snaps his fingers - like for a brief second you think nothing happens, and then it ALL GOES TO shit like first Bucky crumbles to dust, and then Sam, and Steve has lost BOTH HIS FRIENDS?? And Wanda is erased, and they really got me with T’Challa and Okoye - he offers her a hand, and you think she’s gonna disintegrate, but IT’S ACTUALLY HIM. and of all the Guardians, only Rocket is left (when you discover that Groot’s final words are “Dad?” to Rocket - yes that is the sound of your heart breaking, just like mine did), Strange disappears too (albeit with a cryptic message that all this was necessary for the 1 good scenario to materialise), and the one that really killed me - PETER PARKER. God, the boy looked so scared and so terrified, and Tony Stark too looked so fucking freaked out and so, so broken. That end scene of Stark, kneeling in the rubble? Well that’s like the nightmare he had, from Ultron, isn’t it?

- also wtf the ending with Fury and Hill was NOT FUNNY, but oooh captain marvel (STILL DOESN’T MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY)

this bloody movie was amazing, entertaining, fast-paced and a wild ride right from the get-go, but gosh was it heartbreaking, leaving me emotionally compromised without a doubt. i’m holding out for a happy ending (and i’m sure one’s on the horizon), but in the meantime - well, just like these fictional characters will presumably be picking up the pieces, so will we.

peace out xx.

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sweetdreamr · 7 years

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thoughts on thor: ragnarok

I’m gonna preface this by saying that I really really wanted to like this movie. Like. Really.

But, as the Rolling Stones once said, we can’t always get what we want.

Be warned, this is long af.

Hits:

--Valkyrie--um, lethal, gorgeous, haunted by her past? Yes please. I’ve been a sucker for that one since my Xena fangirl days. Her bond with Hulk was also funny and warm (”Angry girl!” made me smile, the more so because she seemed less angry around him.) It was nice to see somebody having fun around here.

--Hela-- Her costume was epic. I was antsy about what they’d do with her clothing, given that it can be pretty, uh, minimal in the comics sometimes. Fortunately that didn’t happen here. She was equal parts scary, funny, and seriously badass, and i enjoyed the parallels between her relationship with Odin, and that of Loki and Thor.

--Grandmaster was fucking hilarious and occasionally cruel, and who knew Jeff Goldblum could rock blue eye makeup like that?

--Fenris. I still wanna pet the puppy. Even undead he is floofy and gorgeous.

--Thor having to see Hulk naked. That’s karma, asshole.

--Loki’s costumes were fantastic, and his ability to be equally resilient yet able to charm his way into the Grandmaster’s good graces (and STAY there, since the Grandmaster is fickle af) is one of the few things about him that stayed in-character.

--It’s nice to see Loki supporting the arts in Asgard. Also, eating healthy is important. U go Loki.

--Matt Damon had the role of a lifetime as Loki. He may as well end his career now, since it’s not gonna get any better than that.

--Odin’s death scene was really beautifully done. Even if Odin suddenly being about to die made no fucking sense. At least he doesn’t seem pissed at Loki, and let us have a nice little moment between them.

--I liked the acknowledgement that Odin’s power and wealth has a really ugly history. For all Asgard’s beauty, it’s built on something truly hideous.

--Loki: “You had ONE JOB.”

--Thor is right about Hulk’s room and its stylistic choices. It was ugly af.

--Literally everything Heimdall. He gets better with every film, but goddamn does he need more scenes. Still, his hair looks great and he’s the unsung hero of the film.

--Thor losing his eye and becoming more like Odin, but hopefully better. Also, harnessing his lightning/thunder powers fucking ruled.

--”Oh? You’re the God of Hammers now?” Odin pls stop making me laugh. I’m trying to hate you over here.

Misses:

Oh boy here we go, strap in kiddies.

--Odin’s power and legacy is shown, as mentioned above, to come from true ugliness, and yet? He doesn’t have to answer for it at all, and instead dies a peaceful death. I liked that scene, don’t get me wrong, but what the fuck?

--Really, Loki? Skurge was the best replacement you could find for Heimdall? Maybe try Ziprecruiter or something next time?

--Thor. Um, has anyone seen this guy? Do you think he knows that some douchebag stole his outfit and is douching his way around the multiverse pretending to be the God of Thunder for most of the film? More on this later.

--Why would the realms have gone to hell after Loki assumed the throne? Nothing in his past within the films indicated to me that he’d be a poor ruler, certainly no worse than Odin. He might get bored with it, and come to dislike it, but Loki can and does do many things he doesn’t particularly like, and does them well. (Exhibit A: playing second fiddle to Thor, etc.)

--How the fuck did Loki’s spell drain Odin of his magic? Also, if Loki is that powerful, how the fuck did Dr. Strange manage to trap him for 30 seconds, let alone 30 minutes?

--Seriously, Odin’s death made no goddamn sense. At all.

--I’m calling a bam on Thor saying “I have a feeling it will all work out fine.” THOR. IT GETS WORSE AFTER YOU SAY THAT. EVERY TIME. STOP.

--Dr. Strange’s cameo was a waste of my fucking time. That’s like 20 minutes of my time that I will never get back. You’d think, being such an experienced actor, that Benedict Cumberbatch’s American accent would be way better, but it sounds awful. Like, really really awful. I’d rather fall for 30 minutes with Loki than have to listen to that auditory nightmare again.

--Who was Hela’s mother? (I mean given that her father is Odin, her mother could be pretty much ANYONE.) Not a big deal that we never found out, but it annoyed me anyway.

--Are we gonna talk about how Hulk has spent the last two years fucking murdering people?

--Also, how the fuck did Odin convince an entire kingdom (or NINE) that his daughter never existed? I’m assuming magic, but as the writers didn’t give enough of a damn to think this was worth explaining, I’m not about to theorize and do their job for them.

--WHY DID I HAVE TO BE SUBJECTED TO HULK’S NAKED ASS? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE HAVING TO SEE THAT WITH MY OWN EYEBALLS. THIS IS NOT OKAY.

--The Warriors Three died the most pointless fucking deaths ever, literally for no goddamn reason. There was no need to kill them off, since it would have been perfectly logical for Thor to send them to various parts of the realms to restore peace. Honestly, the only reason for their deaths that I can fathom would have been to increase Thor’s grief, but we never see him learn of their deaths or mourn them, so that can’t be it. Again, pointless.

Remember when I said I’d talk about Thor’s OOC behavior later? It’s later. And OH BOY do i have a lot to say.

--I’m about to contact the authorities and put in an MIA search for Loki and Thor’s character development. It was nowhere to be seen in this film. They were just tossed straight into their old cycle of betray, threaten, beat up. It’s stupid as fuck, and I’m really fucking annoyed that I have to sit through this again. Sometimes it’s entertaining but at this point? It’s just tedious.

I’d also like to point out that the initial relationship presented to us in the first Thor film was really not that cycle. It’s vaguely hinted at, but not completely spelled out. There was genuine love and affection punctuated by the occasional prank, but that’s pretty much all I got. While I recognize that the cycle is a central theme in the comics, the film versions are very, very different. That said, it makes giving the film characters the storylines of their comic book counterparts is a tricky business that needs to be handled a LOT better than it was here.

Spoiler alert: It was not handled well here. At all.

Oh, then there’s Thor’s repeated line of “That’s what heroes do”, which was reminiscent of this:

Not a great parallel to evoke, guys. I’m just saying.

Because last time I checked, heroes don’t leave their brothers tazed and convulsing on the floor. That’s not a hero move, that’s a dick move. Thor is supposed to have evolved from that, and bringing it back for the sake of punchline just feels like a cheap-ass way of getting laughs. (Yes, there’s the possibility that they planned this together, but again, I’m not wasting my time honeypotting for hack writers.)

I mean, the Thor we’ve been presented with so far is warm-hearted and smarter than most people think, and he does his best to make things right when he fucks up.

Except for this movie, apparently.

Also, while I didn’t mind Loki’s ‘looking out for ME’ mindset (it’s one of the few things that actually made sense--I mean fuck, who else is gonna do it?), Thor’s surprise at it was kind of ridiculous. What the fuck did you expect? It’s like he totally forgot that, at the end of the first film, he realized his role in inflicting damage onto Loki that helped to make him into what he was.

Instead it was like:

Um yes. Yes it fucking does. Does this negate Loki’s choices, or his actions? Fuck no. But it did play a role, so let’s at least acknowledge that, shall we? Having said that, it’s logical to conclude that continuing the same behavior that inflicted the initial damage is counterproductive at best. And a shitty creative choice if ever there was one.

Thor’s anger over Odin’s death, and Loki’s supposed causing of it (albeit intentionally) made sense, (i guess? i didn’t understand Odin’s death scene in case u hadn’t noticed) but it was done in such a weird way. “I hate you, oh no wait let’s banter, oh okay now i’m mad at you again, whoops no i’m not” all throughout the film. Conflicting feelings is one thing, but goddamn, pick a fucking flavor.

Also, what the fuck is Marvel’s issue with portraying psychological trauma? The way they do it, it’s like it isn’t even worth mentioning unless it can be played for laughs. (See: Naked Selvig running around in TDW, without much reference as to why he’s doing that. “Oh he’s naked hahaha”, yeah, let’s not treat this with any sympathy at ALL, good job Marvel.)

And in Loki’s case? Oh God. The whole scene where he sees Hulk again is just. So awful. That it’s played for laughs makes it worse. Loki getting his comeuppance from Hulk during the first film after trying to use him actually had purpose (Loki’s defeat and Hulk’s taking revenge at being used), but since he hasn’t done anything to Hulk during Ragnarok, it’s just not all that funny.

I mean, fucking hell, psychological trauma does have absurdities that can lend their way to humor, but doing it at the expense of the traumatized person is fucked up and gross. Whether or not the traumatized person is a nice person or not really doesn’t come into it. Or at least, it shouldn’t.

Myy good friend @icyxmischief has a lot of meta about this on her blog, and she’s way more eloquent than me, so please go read it. It’s amazeballs.

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