thvnderer:
thor could only assume that the boy meant the tiny dolls that midgardian children played with. stark had, briefly, mentioned them after another failed attempt to retrieve his brothers sceptor that the people of earth had ‘coined’ the avengers and made toys and other material items for the public consumption. the only ones of these ‘action figures’ that the child spoke of he recognized were his friends, the captain and man of iron.
the silence that followed could have been classified as awkward. hands clasping in front of him, the god tried to make sense of this turn of events. he hadn’t been made aware of a child living in the same dwellings as jane, nor had he known that she would be away. though, in hindsight, he probably should have checked before hand. he still thought to call someone, be it jane or darcy or erik, but he didn’t have his cellphone on him and he didn’t want to bother the boy. he didn’t get much of a chance to think over what to do next, however, when the child spoke up again. ❝ greetings, nathaniel. i am thor, son of odin. you may just call me thor, though. ❞
a breath of relief escaped him when nathan opened the door in invitation, a bit surprised that he would trust him enough to let him in. avenger or not, the god had been under the assumption that midgardian children were more wary towards strangers. he had just been about to graciously accept the invite in and step past the threshold when he stopped, his frown returning deeply and confusion shinging in bright blue hues. mother? jane had a son? since when? in the time they had spent together, thor couldn’t recall ever hearing about her having a son. granted, he hadn’t been around as much as he wanted. trying to recover from that shock, he smiled in interest as he finally walked in with a nod of thanks. ❝ what is this ‘mac and cheese’ that you speak of? ❞
socks slid across the floor as Nathan darted forward to look out into the hallway, checking to make sure no other avengers were hiding out there too, but he saw no one else. nathan leaned back inside and closed the door with a quiet click behind them. “you’ve never had mac and cheese?” blue eyes met with blue and the boy frowned. he had read more books than he could count about asgard and had always wished to go there one day like his mother had. if they didn’t have mac and cheese though... maybe it wasn’t worth it.
“it’s just macaroni. macaroni pasta with cheese. it’s really good.” the tv flashing behind them distracted nathan, drawing him further into the apartment to find the remote. he turned the show off and tossed the remote back on the couch. it was only then that it really sunk in for nathan that he was standing there in his pjs, all alone, in his pjs, with an avenger. in his pjs. blue eyes lowered to the flannel pants and blue soccer tee. at least he wasn’t wearing his iron man slippers. that would have been awkward.
his footsteps were soft as he padded toward the kitchen. “do you want anything to drink? we have water, milk, orange juice, apple juice... i can make coffee? we have this think called a french press. it’s really cool. my mom lets push the plunger thing when it’s ready.” nathan climbed up onto one of the counters to open a cabinet, pulling out two cups. “and we’ve got a lot of cereal, if you’re hungry.”











