Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settle down. What happens when your worlds collide…
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, idiots in love, slow burn, a tiny hint of fluff, arguments
The hammer masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 6
“You haven’t eaten all day,” Thor follows you inside the clubhouse. “We got some leftovers and I can make you a sandwich.”
“I had something at the hospital and a coke,” you mumble. You’re too tired to argue with Thor and just want to sleep. “Steve got me some cookies and a chocolate bar.”
“Steve,” the alpha snarls. “He’s got no clue what an omega needs. They are soft and weak. An alpha must make sure you eat enough to stay healthily. Feeding you sweets and cookies, he should know better.” Thor huffs.
“He only tried to be nice,” you snap at Thor. “You would’ve let me starve.” You grit your teeth and glare at Thor. “I liked the cookies.”
“I just offered food to you,” he’s in your face, breathing heavily. “Please excuse me that I was worried sick about my brother and forgot to offer biscuits and tea, my lady.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“You’re such a bi—” he bites his tongue. Loki made him promise that Thor won’t be an ass as long as you are around. “Do you want a sandwich now or not?”
You huff.
“Omega, don’t make me lose my temper. I promised my brother to have an eye on you and not yell at you. Don’t make me break that promise.”
“I want a sandwich and freshly pressed juice. Do you have fruits too?” you furrow your brows. “Do you even have a kitchen here?”
“Of course, we have a kitchen, woman!” he grunts. “We’re not some cavemen eating our food raw. We can cook our food.”
“They made fire, you moron,” you snap back.
“I know!” Thor growls loudly. His hands twitch and you fear he’ll just grab you and kick you out of the clubhouse.
“Five on Y/N,” Steve snickers as the pack enters the clubhouse only to watch you and Thor bicker again.
“Ten on Thor,” Clint grins as you poke your index finger into Thor’s chest.
“Twenty on Y/N,” Bucky gets his wallet out. “I bet she’ll go for his balls next. Do we have popcorn? This is the best show ever.”
“Shut up,” Thor snaps his head toward his pack. “What are you doing here? I told you to leave me and…” He swallows thickly as you roughly fist his jacket.
“You told them what?” you snarl. “That you want them to leave the clubhouse so you can get your knot wet? Did you think I’ll spread my legs for you only as you showed an ounce of decency today?”
“That’s not…fuck…little one,” Thor groans as you storm toward the staircase to walk upstairs and hide in Loki’s room. “I offered food to you! How can you turn this into something bad?”
“She’s an omega,” Clint shrugs. “Whatever you do is not good enough. You fucked up big time and now, she’s going to let you bleed until you made everything up to her.”
“I can’t wait to watch,” Bucky snickers. “Do we have popcorn or not? I need food for round two.”
“Punk, stop with the popcorn. Y/N is nice, and we don’t want her to get hurt,” Steve sighs as Thor storms toward the kitchen. “Great, now he’s mad again. I hope he doesn’t wreck more shit at the clubhouse. I just repaired the door.”
“So…fifty on Y/N?” Bucky asks, looking at his pack members. “Come on, guys. Let’s make this bet a little more interesting.”
“Fifty-five on Thor,” Clint offers, “and not a buck more.”
“Little one, open the door. I made you a sandwich,” Thor harshly knocks at his brother’s door. “Y/N don’t be stubborn. You need food. Loki will kill me if—” he huffs when you finally unlock the door to look at the plate in his hand.
“I’m not hungry,” you wipe your eyes. “Why don’t you eat it? I bet you spit on it and just wait for me to eat it.”
“You believe I’m the worst, huh? I only tried to be nice. For Loki. I don’t know why, but he likes you.”
“You’re an ass.”
“You’re still a brat but I won’t leave before you ate the sandwich and the fruits.”
You eye the plate again. He placed three strawberries next to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You’d like to giggle at his awful taste in food.
“I’m not a kid. I hate peanut butter.”
“You’re not a kid, but are acting like one,” he grits his teeth. “Eat!”
“No!”
He steps closer to push the plate into your hands. “EAT!”
“No! I want…something else.”
“What do you want?” Thor is just done fighting. He rubs his face with one large hand, groaning as you keep on muttering. “Please just tell me what you want.”
“You said something about leftovers,” you mumble. “What do you have?”
“Bucky ate it all,” he shrugs as you whine. “He’s like a breathing food destroyer. If you think you got some food left, Bucky already ate it.”
“What else do you have?” you press on.
“I got some snacks in my room. Nothing healthily, though,” he looks at the sandwich on the plate. His stomach rumbles and you remember, Thor didn’t eat anything at all today.
“You can have the sandwich and I’ll have a look at the kitchen,” you push the plate back into his hands. “But hands off the strawberries. These are mine.”
You point a finger at the tall alpha.
“I stole them from Natasha,” he sheepishly admits. “She wanted to make strawberry daiquiris. I snatched a handful.”
“You stole three, not a handful.”
“Some got…damaged,” Thor mutters. “I squeezed them too hard.”
“You got nothing in your fridge,” you sigh deeply as there is only beer, butter, and a half-eaten apple inside the huge fridge at the clubhouse. “What do you eat all day?”
“I told you, if you have Bucky around, your food will be gone before you can blink. He doesn’t eat food, he inhales it,” Thor opens the fridge to poke his head in. “There’s a glass of pickles and a cucumber.”
“It’s rotten. You should throw the cucumber away. And,” you make a retching noise, “the pickles don’t look better.”
“Okay. Then we got no food left,” he sighs and closes the fridge. “We could order food. I know some nice restaurants.”
“I need something light, but tasteful,” you hum. “It’s already so late.”
“Crab cakes!” he blurs out. “I’d kill for some crab cakes.”
“Crab cakes,” you lick your lips. “Maybe some sliced fennel too.”
“I’ll order…wait…”
“HANDS OFF!” you were about to put your food on a plate when Bucky sneaked inside the kitchen to steal a crab cake out of the food container. “You got your own food, Barnes!”
“I’m still hungry,” he looks at the food again.
“Take your hands off her food or she’ll stab you with a fork,” Thor grins. “Never underestimate a hungry omega, Bucky.”
“Shut up and help me bring the food to Loki’s room,” you eye Bucky warily. “I do not trust this man with my food. He already stole one crab cake!”
“I only stole one,” Bucky happily munches the stolen food. “Free food is the best…”
“Come in,” Thor grumbles. “It’s open.”
“Hi, uh—I didn’t want to disturb you,” you poke your head in. “You’re not masturbating, right?”
“No,” he rolls his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you need anything? Did Bucky steal more of your food?”
“I looked at the bookmark again,” you clear your throat and look at the bookmark in your hands. “On the front stands my name in flowery letters, but on the back stands little one…” you close your eyes and huff. “Why did you say Loki bought it?”
“I-uh…I accidentally walked into that bookstore the other day,” he doesn’t look at you. “They make those. I asked them to make one for you.”
“Why?” you closed the door behind you and step further inside his bedroom. “You don’t like me. All we do is fight.”
“I don’t know,” he watches you step toward his bed. Your eyes drop to the free spot next to him and you whine as your omega is drawn to the alpha. “I just wanted them to make it.”
“Why?” dipping one knee into the mattress you look at Thor. “Thor?”
“I said—” the alpha mutters. “I don’t know. You frustrate me and arouse me at the same time. I want to strangle and kiss you. It doesn’t make sense!”
“It doesn’t make sense,” you kneel on the bed to look at Thor. “You’re an ass…and I don’t like you but…I…”
pairings: alpha!thor x omega!reader, natasha x reader (friendship folks tho i was really tempted to add something more ugh hahaha)
warnings: hmmm, cursing, i suppose (?), lots of knuckles kissing by thor and a lot of background on her, which is not that pretty. well.
a/n: took me long enough to finally finish this hahaha, i always wanted to keep adding stuff and adding and adding. well. i hope it turned out well? lemme know!
word count: 8,7k+
song to this chapter: i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys
The night went by incredibly sweaty and hot, she flipped under the thick sheets, trying to find a better way to sleep. Nonetheless, her mind could only spin around thoughts inspired by that Alpha. Around Thor. She was curious about him, about that thunderstorm smell that made her feel like he's home. Like he’s that childhood place she'd go to hide from the rain.
As soon as the sun sneaks through a rift in the curtains, she stands up, deciding it was useless to dwell much into it. This feeling… It was hormonal, the normal reaction of an Omega towards an Alpha, nature making sure the species would continue. That was it, she pleads with herself.
Shrugging off the navy blue t-shirt she had slept in and the pair of underwear, the girl walked to the small bathroom of the quite big room Natasha had settled her in. It had a full sized bed in middle, its purple sheets, which were reeking off of lavender, messily sprawled all around it, two nightstands by each side, one even had an antique candlestick on, scented candles slowly melting. There was also a small couch by the large windows, framed by carmine curtains. Overall, it sort of reminded her of what a royal bedroom should look like.
The bathroom, however, was simpler. A white, porcelain tub on one corner, the toilet facing it while the sink stood on its left. Under, a nice cabinet, which was the first place she looked for soap and shampoo. A good shower to finally clean herself from the dust that stained her cheeks still. Possibly other bits of her body as well. Regardless of still being early in the evening, as soon as she was established, the girl quickly dozed off, sleeping so soundly and for so many hours that when she woke up, between yaws, she found a tray filled with food on her nightstand to dine.
She sighed, wondering who had been on her room in the middle of the night, despite being perfectly able to feel the faint thunderstorm scent still pungent in the air. There's no way he would have bothered to bring her food personally. Perhaps her nose was lying, still high on that intoxicating odour.
At last, she grabbed everything she needed, a little bit excited to find a razor blade as well. It had been a while she was granted all those luxuries, her poor heritage almost screaming for her not to abuse their hospitality. Honestly, she couldn’t believe her own luck that they hadn’t thrown her out in the spot.
While the water warmed up, she rubbed the soap on her calves, running the blade up to remove the body hair, banging the razor against the tub's surface to properly clean it. With shaved legs, she tasted the water using her feet, groaning when feeling it so warm and delicious, slipping under easily. Her body floats for a minute, in torpor. It was so relaxing she even forgot there was life outside.
After she thanked the heavens again for all that kindness, the woman went on with her shaving, peeling off the hair under her armpits. In the meanwhile, her mind swirled into unsettling thoughts, questioning the reasons why they haven't told her to go away yet. Yes, werewolves are really into all that "you are one of us" thing, but she didn't belong to that pack. She didn't belong anywhere if she was entirely honest.
With the razor lying on the flat surface next to her, the girl went under the water, drenching all of her hair at once. A shower head would be way more effective, but since there was none, not that she was complaining, she'd have to work things out the way they were. Applying a little bit of shampoo on her scalp, she began rubbing, trying to untangle while doing so.
A minute or two in, she dove back inside the tub, trying to take all the white foam. It would take a while to completely rinse it off, though. Groaning in frustration, she allowed her body to float for a while again, going up with a head heavy from the soaked hair. There was a moment of silence, her bottom lip resting between her teeth as she stared at the razor and the spot between her legs, realising she was down one region.
Finally, ignoring altogether the splashing water when she moved, the girl sat on one of the bathtub edges, spreading her legs and gripping the razor blade. Something roared inside her, her brain shooting images of a certain Alpha bent forward, those pink lips swollen from kissing- If it ever came to that, she wanted him to be pleased with what he’d find underneath her clothes.
“Don’t be stupid”, she scolded herself. Not that she was ugly or anything, she was actually kind of nice looking, but that man? She was convinced that if those myth gods from the tales her mother told her as an infant, he would be one of them, with that blond hair and blue eyes, a body so muscular and thick. From all of his features, what intrigued her the most, however, was his scent, the way it undid all worries and broke down all of her guards, it was all new. She’d never felt anything like it.
Of course, in the past, she had come close to many Alphas, one, in the matter, came really close to claiming her. She couldn’t be any older than fifteen when her father tried to ship her off into a marriage with a mid-thirties man. He had mean eyes, his smell annoyed her to the bone. Purely out of luck, her mother was able to intervene, otherwise, she’d be forever stuck to a man she didn’t love. Oh, how she missed her mother.
A small pile of hair puddled where she gently tapped with the razor to remove the excess. It was almost done. Once she finished showering, she would go look for Natasha to ask if there was anything she could do in that house, cleaning, cooking, taking care of animals or the kids. Anything. It was the payment for all the niceness they had given her. It was the least she could do.
As she was about to strip the last part, a noise came from the room, someone fumbling with the knob. The girl slipped into the tub, the razor opening a fairly big cut on her inner thigh, blood gushing while water flooded the tiled floor. Ugh. For a werewolf, she lacked the steadiness and grace of one.
“Little wolf, are you okay?” Thor’s voice filled the room, concern dripping from it. “I smell blood.”
“I-I, uh-” The bathroom door was flung open, electric blue irises scanning her thoroughly. “-I was taking a shower and, well, I am okay. Don’t worry. I mean, not that you are worried.”
“Where are you bleeding from?” He asked, wearily looking away, once he realised how very much naked she was.
“My thigh.” It was so low, she thought he’d miss it. Apparently, he didn’t, his features relaxing as he knelt in the same cabinet she took the things to shower, an aid kit between his hands.
“Get out of there so I can help you.” The demanding tone of his voice almost made her comply without question, though the bashfulness got the best of her. “What is the matter, little wolf?”
“You… You don’t have to do this. I mean, it’s really just a small cut and I’m, well, naked. I’m sure you have seen plenty of naked women, but you haven’t seen me naked, so-” Her rambling urged a chuckle out of him, Thor leaning against the wall as he inspected the mess she’d made. “What is it?”
“You’re adorable.” It made her insides twist, a low gasp slipping. “Come out, little wolf. We need to talk."
"Yeah, I know. Gimme' a minute? I'm almost over. Promise."
"I'll be waiting outside."
After a short nod, she was left alone, slightly dizzy from the heady, intoxicating scent he had left all around the bathroom. It had even her oblivious shame that he had seen her without any clothes on fade away.
Head thrown back, she did her best to speed things along, finally finishing the bath, feeling very refreshed. It was good to have warm water for once. Wrapped around a towel, she marched back into the room, finding Thor on the grey upholstered storage bench. It had totally passed through her senses she'd forgotten to make her bed. By now he was probably thinking that she couldn’t clean up after herself.
"I take you're well settled?"
"Very much, thank you." Struggling to get air into her lungs, she spots the clothes folded and placed on her bed, going over to snatch them. "I, um, I have absolutely no way to pay you back for all of this. I can work for you if you please. There must be something for me to do-"
"Oh, no. I wouldn't accept that." Thor exhales deeply. "Natasha said I shouldn't come over here because you might feel uncomfortable."
If it was anybody else, she probably would. Her efforts to push the memories from yesterday to the depths of her mind were consuming much of her energy so she wouldn't be able to deal with other people so early in the morning. Except him. His presence made her feel at ease, it helped her rather than get in the way.
Her suddenly relaxation doesn’t go unnoticed, a minimum smirk pulling the right corner of his lip up. She gives her back to him, slipping on the set of knickers, loose cotton grey shorts and a mush-green tank top. The lack of a bra made her feel somewhat exposed, but she wouldn't wear the clothes from the day before again. Not ever.
"But I don't make you uncomfortable, do I?" There was a slight urgency underneath his voice. "I can ask her to have this conversation with you if you think it's better."
"No. You are fine." She sat beside him, shoulders grazing lightly. "I'm sorry for the mess."
"Not a problem, little wolf. Sorry for what happened yesterday."
She shrugs.
"It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't be out, so that's on me."
"No, it's not your fault," Thor states eyes widen. There's sympathy swimming on that blue sea. "They have been dealt with, so you don't have to worry."
"Are they…?" The words die out on her mouth.
"Dead? No. But they won't be bothering you or any other Omegas."
"That's good, I guess."
She looks away, focusing on one yellow spot on the white wall, trying her best to refrain the compulsion to plop down on his lap and bury her nose into the crook of his neck, taking all of that petrichor, all of that wet green leaves, all of that thunderstorm. Ever since she could remember, she adored them, the rippling of thunders and bolts of lightning in the sky, so it seemed a little ironic that his scent became her favourite. It was the best she caught, the one that affected her the most.
Throughout the years, she found herself smitten by men, by Alphas. She was still relatively young, so there weren’t many as one might think, but not one of them got to her like Thor. And she didn’t even harbour feelings for him. The girl cursed her own biology for that, concluding that her Heat might be closer than she calculated it to be. That was the only obvious explanation for this sudden spark.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she allowed his taste to swirl carefree across her taste buds, her mind spinning. It was strong. Strong enough to make her dizzy. Her inhibitors pitching low and making her throw her head back, wondering if he was purposely making you feel like that or if it was out of his control. Wondering if he felt the same. If he felt hot. Bothered.
“Thor.” She whimpers, lowly. “I-I…”
“Sorry, little wolf. Just trying to make you feel calm.”
“I’m thankful, but I-I… I won’t…”
Her chest rises and falls in a frantic pace, the girl struggling to breathe normally. It felt like she had run a marathon, sweat hoarding at her hairline. She had no idea when or how things escalated so quickly, still, the will to straddle him, feel the stiffness within his jeans trousers, was way past a will, but become a bruising need.
“I should go.” Thor mumbles, pupils were blown out, a predator gleam beneath the thin blue lines around the black. “We can talk later.”
“N-no… I just need a minute.”
He pulls back for an instant, giving her the space needed and lifting the spell his scent placed on her. The girl pressed her thighs together, clawing the skin of her forearms to focus on reality rather than the bubble suddenly created between them. She couldn’t let it control her, no matter how good he was to her, she needed to pull through the craving.
She gazes up at him, finding the tall figure resting his back against the wall, near the room’s door. The blue of his t-shirt enveloping what she knew were strong muscles caught her eye, it was a point of focus to bring her senses back.
It was scary as hell to feel like this. So out of control.
“I’m really sorry, little wolf.”
“It’s fine, I’m just not used to it. Not this strong.” The smile on his lips is apologetic, blue irises bleeding through the black of the pupils. "What did you want to talk?"
"Your stay." She agrees with a head movement. "Do you have somewhere to go? You're not bitten, but do you have a family?"
"I, well, I live alone. In a tiny room in the city, which I pay off by working at a nursing home. It's a horrible job, but at least I earn enough to survive and the ladies are fairly nice. You don't want to know this stuff, I know. Okay, I'll just stay quiet now."
A bright smile reveals his white, straight teeth underneath. Her breath falters for a split second, forcing her to look away.
"It's okay, you can talk as much as you like."
"No, my father says men don't want to listen to women wailing." It's a shameful whisper, her brain reprimanding herself for being so chatty. From the corner of her eye, she catches Thor shaking his head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise. You are not wailing and I am willing to hear you talk." Kneeling, he puts a strand of hair behind her ear, using his index and thumb to grip her chin and make her look up at him. He's lost on those sweet, innocent eyes. "Do you want to stay, little wolf? I will take care of you if want me to."
"You're not…?" She doesn't need to specify for him to understand what she's asking.
"No. I'm not bonded to anyone, but it wouldn't matter. I want to care for you."
The impulse to touch him strikes again, only this time she doesn't fight back, her hand cupping his cheek, the nicely trimmed beard scraping the skin as she rubbed. Thor leans into her caress, rumbling as he does so. She had soft, delicate hands that make filthy thoughts come up to his head, which he had to brush it off before things got out of hand again.
It was true. He wanted to take care of her, his insides were pushing him into taking the responsibility, even though he had met her not much more than twenty-four hours. She just had those puppy eyes that nearly forced him to engulf her in his arms to protect that little wolf from all harm.
"What's your decision, little wolf?" He brings her knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly and respectfully. "You can go back to your family and to your beloved ones. This is not a prison."
"I know." A low purring sound slips from her as she leans in to press her cheek against his neck. "I want to stay. I don't have anyone else either way. But I’m okay doing work, seriously, I don’t want to feel as if I am taking advantage of your hospitality."
"Hmm, you're not, but you can do whatever you please." It comes out in a harsh gasp, his raspy voice even deeper. "You'll be busy either way. Natasha will come by later to get you ready for your lessons."
"Lessons?"
"You need to learn how to take care of yourself." His tone shifts to something more austere, blue eyes burning her alive. "This pack… I am supposed to watch out for the others, each wolf that swings around."
"Does that mean you are a supreme Alpha?" The realisation that she was in front of the highest class of the werewolf hierarchy sends a fearful chill down her spine. "My mother told me about them when I was a little girl."
Thor snickers at the image of a tiny child with ponytails listening to bedtime stories about wolves. The sense of protection tightens inside him, a strong force washing him entirely. This girl lacked so much in her life it made him guilty he hadn't found her sooner.
"Yes, I am. Been since my father's demise." His voice gets lower when mentioning his father, only to shrug it off and gaze down, sinking into her neck, arms unexpectedly around her waistline. "You smell pretty good."
A soft whimper pushes through as she tangles her fingers in his blond hair, finding out it was even better and smoother than she thought. Carefully, she puts her own arms around the broad shoulders, diving into the hug. It felt good. She, in one of the rarest moments of her life, felt safe.
There was this humming sound coming from his chest as his nose trailed up her neck, taking in her scent, feeling himself get drunk in it. His mind fought to get control back but it couldn't, not when the instincts were this strong. The bud just at the crook of her neck called him out again, how he wanted to bite it.
"Um-" She whispers unsure. "-Thor,"
"Yes?"
"I think someone's coming." With her nose in the air, she recognised the azaleas odour quickly. "Natasha."
"Good nose, little wolf." There's a lingering when he kisses her cheek. "You'll stay then?"
"I will."
Not a little after he reluctantly releases the wrap on her, a gorgeous red haired woman walked inside, carrying a tray with much more food than she had had in a week, which was saying a lot, considering she barely had enough to pay for rent.
Natasha cocked an eyebrow, glaring up from the newest pack addition to her Alpha, wondering to herself how she'd clean up his mess this time. Not that he was much of a womaniser, but he also wasn't the settle down sort of man, which was why she was always comforting the Omegas that fell for him.
Dammit.
"Didn't know you were here, Boss."
"Just checking in with her, Natasha." Thor towers her, one large hand on her shoulder. "She's staying with us after all."
"That's good, Feisty." She winks at the girl still sat on the upholstered storage bench, who smiles shyly, gazing down. "I could've done that for you, you know."
"Yeah, but I wanted to talk to her myself." His shoulders drop. "Get her to meet everybody else and be sure to start training her."
"Train her? You don't seriously think she's got in her to be a fighter, do you?" Natasha's astonishing green eyes were wide. "She's sweet and innocent, Boss, she should be taking care of our children, not in the field, fighting."
"Do as I tell you to do." It comes out so harshly, Romanoff shrinks a little, all of her instincts telling her to bow to her superior when her mind screams to shove a punch on that stupid bloody jaw of his. "I need to go to the city, duty calls. I'll be back for dinner."
"Sure thing, Boss."
As soon as he leaves the room, Natasha huffs, placing the tray on the left nightstand. The other woman had stayed quiet, simply observing them discuss, the pair had such a silent intimacy when talking she could guess they were lovers at some point. Despite knowing it was crazy, everything about the last day was, she felt herself a little jealous.
Smacking her lips, she stood up, going over to pick up an apple, Natasha still watching her, analysing and thinking how she could turn that girl into a warrior. Thor was crazy. Really, completely insane.
"Can I give you a piece of advice?"
"Sure, Ms Natasha."
"Call me Nat, Feisty." With an eye roll, she chuckles. "Don't get involved with Thor."
"Are you two…?"
"No!" There's a burst of laughter all of a sudden. "I'd never… I have my eyes on somebody else."
"Oh."
"What I'm saying is he's a complicated man and I don't want you to get hurt."
Of course. The thrilling that was still pumping across her veins started to die out, his presence no longer speeding up the adrenaline production, her mind snapping back into place, clawing its way back from the pit it had been thrown inside when that thunderstorm walked inside her room.
"Sure. I see."
"Now finish eating and come with me, we have got a lot to do today."
The mansion was far prettier than she remembered it to be from what she saw the day before. It had many rooms, most of them already occupied by the house wolves of all kinds, Alphas, Betas, Omegas… Natasha explained to her that it was Thor’s responsibility to watch out for them, the less favoured, the pack-less ones, to nurture them as long as they needed it. Some left after a couple of months, others after a few years, but there were always some who stayed. Like herself.
It was a lovely morning outside, the sun bathing every living thing. From the tall trees, wildflowers and chirping birds to the moist soil. A summer day indeed, her senses vibrating to the good energy. She enjoyed those the most, especially as a kid, when she could watch the white clouds take different shapes in the blue, clear sky whilst her skin tingled to the radiating heat coming from above.
Circling the house, there was a quite nice backyard, where a couple of people were exercising. Some were doing laps across the green field, some were wrestling in a corner and the rest was just enjoying the good day, sitting in picnic towels to chat. They lived so peacefully in there she couldn’t fathom how could some leave that place.
“Hey, Nat.” One tall, blond man jogged towards the two. “Who’s this one?”
“This is Steve, Feisty,” Natasha says, smiling. “She came here yesterday, the Johnny and Louis situation.” The name of her assaulters makes the girl sway in her steps, suddenly nervous, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry, really. Those guys, they didn’t really belong to our pack, they were just doing business for Thor, low-class soldiers.”
“It’s fine.” The woman whispers, still adjusting to the place where she can actually vocalise what she feels. “It’s not your fault, anyway.”
“She looks sweeter than feisty, Nat.” Steve smiles comforting, sustaining the distance to make sure she would calm down and changing the subject. “But I suppose you see it in her.”
“He wants to make her a fighter.” She trails off, not bothering to specify whom she was talking about, Steve already knew, apparently. “Wants the whole training.”
His blue eyes shift between the two, taking a moment to scan the new girl. Much like Natasha, Steve seemed to think she also couldn’t be a warrior, which was starting to make her uncertain. Perhaps they were right. Maybe she didn’t have it in her to be a fighter... But she wanted to learn. She wanted to be able to defend herself so those filthy men couldn’t lay a hand on her ever again.
Of course, she didn’t dare to say something, keeping her eyes down meticulously.
“But has he asked her if she wants to?”
“I do.” It was soft, low sound. “I want to learn.”
“Okay, maybe she is feisty after all.” There’s a bright, beautiful smile on his kind face. “Do you want me to teach her, Nat?”
“On Thursdays, I suppose.” Nat sighs. “You know it’s the day he ships me off to hunt. The others, I’ll be with her. I think it’s best if she sticks with me for now.”
“Alright.” Her ears warm up when he looks at her again, she can catch the Alpha scent reeking from him. Not like Thor’s at all. He was more like old parchments and ink, a fresh new book and, oddly, Tulips. It wasn’t usual for Alphas to have a flowery odour. “It was nice to meet you, Feisty.”
She nods, sheepishly snickering at him before following Natasha through the people, whom the red hair made sure to introduce to her. The slender, gracious girl in the picnic towel was Wanda, she was a lovely Beta who looked out for the much younger children, the newborns Morgan and Harvey were her new concern, although they were the sweetest babies. Their heads smelt like powder and apples.
With a little bit of effort, Natasha got her moving, if it was up to her, she’d stay there the whole afternoon rubbing her nose on those little, soft heads. Despite being an Omega, meaning she knew she was born to be a mother, the desire was never really strong on her. Perhaps it was the fact she never found an Alpha that brought such desires within her.
The path was not over yet, so they kept walking, finding three of the most different men amidst themselves. Bucky was tall, handsome and smelt rough. Like he could single-handed curl a whole human body into a ball and toss it around like a basketball. Tony was shorter, a greyish beard covering his slim cheeks. A little weird, she thought, but he looked nice, his hands were warm when they shook hers. He also radiates confidence. Bruce was the last to be introduced. Opposed to Tony, he had a nervousness going on. It was so strong her nose crinkled to the smell.
Natasha spoke briefly with them, giving them tasks, for what she could discern. That woman should be the supreme Alpha’s right hand in ruling that place. Thor should really trust her, the girl presumes, to entitle her with so many responsibilities. She could see why, nonetheless - Natasha was strong, her presence alone imposes respect to anyone who looks at her, the way her chin is always up and shoulders always squared, no one would dare to cross her.
A couple minutes later, they stopped in front of a closed metal door, to which the red hair promptly opened with a small key that was tucked under her belt. The room behind was astonishingly nice, a large mirror covering the front wall, a fading grey ground with two sets of orange mats precisely apart and a few heavy sandbags in one corner.
While the girl was still in awe, absorbing the new surroundings, Natasha kicked off her shoes and the sweatshirt she had on, getting comfortable to practice. She’d start with focus, some light yoga classes to bring out the awareness and sense, also to warm up the muscles. Perhaps then she’d show her how to throw a powerful punch. Kicks would be nice as well.
The red hair went over stealthily towards the girl, both hands on her shoulders, correcting her stance, which got Feisty startled, her body jerking forward in fear. There was a soft laugh as she spun around to meet the green-eyed gaze from behind.
“Lesson number one? Never let your guard down.”
“Duly noted.”
“The key to being a good fighter is to be aware, Feisty.” It’s a fast movement and before she can tell, Nat pushes her to the ground, resting above her while pinning her hands up above her head. “Each flinch counts to save your life on the field.”
Squirming, she tries to break free, something that proves to be useless because the woman knows how to use her weight to keep her grounded, restrained. It is only when a low, frustrated grunt slips past Feisty’s lips that Romanoff lets her go, coming off of her to a sitting position, gently asking her to do the same, obtaining a religious result from the girl’s instinct to obey.
“Close your eyes.” Joining their hands, Nat watches her lids fall shut, chin still up, a flawless position. “Good. Now tell me. What do you hear?”
There’s a minor hesitation as the girl focuses on what her ears are telling.
“Fighting. There are two men panting, one is more injured because his breath is faltering.” Perhaps teaching her wouldn’t be as hard as she thought, Natasha’s mind wanders. “There are three kids running, one is heavier than the others because the footsteps sound harsher on the mud. Tony is complaining about the sweat and scolding Bruce for not bringing water.”
“Okay. Nice, Feisty. Good ear.” The girl opens her eyes to find her trainer’s features filled with satisfaction. “I’ll need you to focus on your breathing, forget the other sounds, pin yourself to this place, to the lift and fall of your belly. You can close your eyes if you want.”
It was a nice, comforting thing to do. Despite doing heavy work, Nat’s hands were smooth, so she chose to focus on that and the sound of the inflating of her own chest and how the air seeped through her nostrils so loudly. An awareness of her space began growing as the breath deepened, muscles stretching on her back, legs strong to keep her in place.
All the noise went mute, the ones in the room conquering her mind entirely. It also gave room for her to deliberate on how much her life changed in the past twenty-four hours, one day she was sleeping on a thin bed, barely enough to sustain her weight, and the other she was in a mansion, being nourished and welcomed by those wolves who didn’t even know her.
Before she could even settle to what was happening, Natasha lurched at her, dropping her to the ground once more, palm strongly against her sternum. It was a swift, gracious movement, one that many soldiers lacked, possibly giving the upper hand to her in a confrontation. Feisty groans, cursing herself for being distracted.
“I’m sorry.” An apologetic whimper comes through, whinier than it was intended to be. “It’s just so much to take in.”
“I know.” She’s gentle when she answers. “Being good at this doesn’t come naturally.”
“I sure hope it doesn’t.” The joke is greeted with a laugh, Natasha rolling to the right and coming to a sitting position beside her, legs curled so she could hug them tight, cheek pressed on her knee. Her green eyes were nearly liquid. “Who taught you?”
“No one important."
“Do you think I can do it?”
“You can do whatever you want, Feisty.”
“No,” Shaking her head, she toughens her glare, wishing to know her thoughts. “Do you think I can be good at this?”
A wave of guilt washes over the red hair, she never meant to bring such insecurity into that girl. When she questioned her boss as to why he wanted her to be a warrior, it was more in a protective way rather than a diminishing one.
“With training, yes. Of course.” She swallows hard, suddenly serious. “But really, do you want this? Do you want to fight?"
“I want to.” It’s a shy sigh. “I want to be able to stand up for myself, to not let people bully me or treat me like I'm nothing."
"It's not going to be easy, Feisty. You need to seriously commit."
"Ms Natasha-" There's a scowl on that gorgeous face. "-Nat," They giggle together. "I don’t have anywhere else to be. Don’t have any family, never really belonged to a pack. Committing to this place won’t really be hard.”
“How did you end up here? In this town, I mean.”
There is a silent juncture as she thought of the reasons that actually brought her to that city in particular. Honestly, it had been a random place, anywhere would be good as long as her father was far away from her. With her mum’s demise, she knew for sure that he would finally ship her off into the hands of a horrible old Alpha. So she ran, in the middle of a stormy night, clothes soaking wet when she walked inside the bus, not enough money in her pocket to last an entire week.
A tear streamed down, followed by many others. The bitter memories flooding and bringing out the emotions she fought hard every day to keep buried.
“You don’t have to talk about it, Feisty.” Nat nudges her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. “I was just curious.”
“It’s fine, Nat, really, I just don’t feel comfortable yet to talk about it.” There’s understanding infused in the green of her eyes. “Can we go back to training?”
“Absolutely. Let’s work on your posture.”
She frowns, unsure of what she means. Up until now, she thought there was nothing wrong with it. Romanoff smiles, stretching her hand to guide her so they could stand in the middle of one of the mats, then swivelling around so she could be behind her, one hand over her tummy and the other between her shoulder blades.
“It’s really important to know where you stand and have some balance,” Nat explains. “That has a lot to do with your posture.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. You need to realise the weight of your body and shift it into your favour, so when you’re punching or kicking someone, you don’t end up with broken bones or distended muscles.” Her breath fans over the nape of Feisty’s neck. “Inhale. Exhale. Deeply.”
More breathing cycles and she starts to realise the energy flowing inside her, the weight each of her limbs represent. No doubt as to why Thor trusts her. Natasha really knows what she’s doing, what she’s teaching. Sure, there is still a long path ahead for her to become somewhat good at it, though she had a feeling that being mentored by Nat would certainly speed things up.
“Curl your hands into fists. That’s it.” Velvet hands instruct her arms to take the correct place, one slightly higher than the other, both beneath her chin. "Bend your knees." A delicate pressure from her own makes the girl bend. "Good. Hold for a moment."
Twitching on the muscles of her thighs makes her sway, Natasha going back behind her to ground her into place. It takes a while before she can do that alone, but as soon as she can, her trainer commands her to throw her first punch, the air whooshing as she does so. "Again". Another. And another. She kept punching the air until the Nat looked pleased with the precision.
Then, after a short break for a sip of water, it was time to finally get it going with the heavy sandbags. The warning that she’d be sore the next day wasn’t necessary. Natasha wrapped the girl’s hands with some white bandage to somehow protect the fingers and knuckles from the damage punching the bags could cause.
“Remember to put your weight into the punch, it’s more your arm than your fist.”
“Okay, I think I got it.”
“It’ll hurt.” The warning comes one second too late, her fist had already met the bag and a sharp pain was spreading quickly. “You did good, don’t worry.”
“But it hurts!” She stutters, a gush of blood pooling on her neck and making it warm. A sign of embarrassment.
“Normal.” A slow massage eases the pain, soothing fingers touching the bruised skin. “What you have to do is pull through the pain, let it flow to the back of your arm, then you won’t feel so much.”
“Okay.”
The practice went on until it was almost two pm and the two women were definitely starving, stomachs growling rebelliously to get some food.
As they made their way back to the huge mansion, Feisty thought about Thor again. How he changed her life so much in so little time. If he hadn’t insisted for her to be trained, she wouldn’t be feeling that satisfied about her accomplishments, she wouldn’t be feeling this powerful, even though all she had learnt, and barely, was to punch a sandbag. It still felt big for her, so she made a mental note to search for him as soon as he gets home and thank him for all of that.
The wet green leaves, petrichor and thunderstorm scent came to her brain quickly, bringing along a huge smile. She was in trouble with that Alpha. Big trouble.
Night fell slowly, a mixture of pink, purple and orange still colouring the sky when she walked inside her bedroom, kicking off her shoes while putting her hair up in a bun, wiping the annoying sweat off of her forehead. It was crazy how hot it still was despite being close to ten pm.
A cold shower would be nice before sleep, she thinks, starting to undress herself, noticing a minor discomfort due to the new activities she had been doing throughout the day. She hadn’t had a minute of rest, because as soon as lunch was over, Natasha took her back to the training room, easing her into the defence techniques. Feisty had been thrown on the ground more times than she could count that afternoon.
When dinner time came, her heart filled with hope and a longing to finally see those comforting blue eyes again, the sweet, but tough face. And to smell him. She came to know most of the scents in the house and not even one matched the effects Thor's had on her, even the Alphas. It felt to her that heady odour had been made for her, to calm and entice her at the same time. However, much to her disappointment, he never came. Never returned home.
Nat’s words thrummed within her head. She knew him for over six years now, that was how long she had been part of his pack, had been his friend. Of course, she was right about him, no matter how strongly Feisty’s gut pushed her into opening up her emotions into caring for Thor. Into opening her emotions up to welcome the Alpha gladly.
Ugh.
Tossing the worn out outfit into a messy pile over the couch by the window, she quickly made her way towards the wardrobe, amazing herself upon finding stacks of new clothes inside it. They had been recently bought because they still had the labels from the shop, she was quick to pick one cute pyjama, loose grey shorts and a carebear white t-shirt. It’d be perfect to sleep on that hot night.
Determined to inspect more of the piece of furniture, she got down on her knees and opened the bottom drawers only to find a variance of knickers and bras, of all colours, shapes and taste. Whoever bought all of those aimed to please her.
There was a moment of analysing before she finally chose one that'd be comfortable for sleeping, nestling it between the soft flannels PJ's. Only then she went to the bathroom, feeling icky from the sweat coating her back, arms and face.
The towel from the morning had been hung on a metal hanger by the door, possibly already dry from the warm temperatures. She snorted, not minding if it was or not, her room felt like an oven, so maybe she should skip the whole wiping the water off of her body.
Once under the cool water, hair bundled at the top of her head, Feisty moaned in pleasure, the water washing away the dirt. Her hands trailed down, rubbing gently the skin, the soap she had squished minutes before bubbling up. Two baths in one day? Heaven, her mind hummed, in full appreciation.
Between toes, under the arms. Bit by bit she cleaned herself up, feeling refreshed each second further into the shower. Once there was nothing else to wipe off, she stepped out, firmly decided to indeed not go for the towel, walking out very much naked.
What she wasn't expecting was to find a majestic man slouched on the couch, long legs wide while he was thrown back, lids heavy. Thor was handsomely asleep. She refrained the urge to trace the creases along his face with the tip of her fingers, abruptly realising how bare she was, the second time of that day he'd barged inside her room while showering.
A chuckle slipped as she got dressed quickly, being extra careful on her steps to not wake him up. He looked so peaceful, gentle. If anything, she wanted to pull him to her chest and undo the knots on his long, blond hair at leisure. Hear a soft moan of appreciation from him.
She sat beside him a few minutes later, just watching him. The soft wrinkles under his eyes, a grown out beard framing the most beautiful set of lips she'd seen, so pink and full. A gentle whimper fell off her lips, a tug at her lower abdomen forcing her legs to clasp together.
The sound startled him awake, electric blue scanning her whole to make sure she was okay. Thor had never experimented that before. Never had such a need to watch out after an Omega, an overwhelming pressure of his instincts.
His hands found their way into cradling her face, pulling her closer to him, thumbs trailing up the cheekbones.
"Are you okay, little wolf?"
"Yeah." She says, lost in the sea of his eyes. "Are you?"
It was naive of her to ask, she realised soon. Of course, he was, despite looking tired, okay. He was mighty, it would take an immense power to even scratch him.
Thor's booming laugh filled the room.
"Yes. I am okay." Soon enough he buried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in her inebriating scent. Not an ounce of shame in his features, like it was something he did on a daily basis. Like they weren't strangers. "You're so sweet, little wolf. Were you worried about me?"
"Y-yes." The vibration of his voice made her stutter. "I wanted to thank you, but you didn’t come for dinner."
The arms wounded around her waistline tightened, protectively inching her closer, in a way that forced her cheek into his strong shoulder, a surprised squeal falling from her lips.
“I don’t want you worrying about me.” His voice pitched low, lips now pressed on the top of her head. “I care for you, not the other way around.”
“Thor…” It’s nothing but a mellow whisper, but something inside him stirs, a grumbling coming from his chest. “I-I… Why do I feel like this?”
“Like what?” The question is more rhetorical than an actual doubt. He knows what she’s on about. If she feels an inch of what he feels when he’s around her then they’re both in trouble.
She sighs, wiggling out of his sheltering hug only to stand on her knees, arms wrapping around his wide shoulders in a motherly way, huddling him against her chest, his face nuzzled on her breasts. Thor didn’t complain, humming instead in a pleasing way.
“Like what, little wolf?” He urges voice muffled on the t-shirt.
"I don't know. I can't explain it. It's just, we met a day ago and your scent is so overwhelming… I've never felt like this before. Never so soon and never so strong."
Thor lets out the air in his lungs in sharp exhale, pushing her away delicately so he could look into the so very much innocent eyes. Her hair fell from her bun framing her face like a painting, or so it was how he saw it.
In a swift action, she was sprawled in his lap, his head once more on her neck. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think about how fast and how easy it had been for him to grow addicted to that sweet girl. To the smell that lit a fire within him.
She felt to him as a gift the universe was giving him after so much loss, even if it meant a liability for the powerful undefeatable Thor.
"Did you like it?"
"Uh?" Lids were heavy when Feisty replied, the tips of her fingers swirling around the prominent vein on his bicep.
"The clothes." Thor mumbles. "I bought them for you and had them delivered."
"Oh." A sudden warmness fills her up once she realises he had taken time to worry about that. To think about her. "Yes, I like them. You shouldn't have though."
"Nonsense." Something in his laugh gets her eyes open again. "Has Natasha treated you well?"
"Yes." A spark of excitement washes through her. "She taught me a lot today."
"Did she?"
Feisty nods, grinning genuinely at him, the fond memories of the afternoon flowing behind her eyes, shared laughs and a new intimacy that she never knew she could experience with someone else. More than helping her build fighting skills, Natasha was teaching her what it meant to be somebody’s friend.
They stay sit for a little while, neither willing to break from the torpor their scents lulled them into. Thor's fingers sneaking into her hair, toying with the strands in a soft manner that got her sleepy quicker than it should have, her eyes hefty.
"Nat really tired you out, didn't she, little wolf?"
"Hmmm, yes." She slurs, clinging to his clothes like a baby. "It was nice."
"I'm glad it was."
"She said-" By now, Feisty's half asleep. The heat coming from his body cuddling her like a warm blanket. "-Said I shouldn't get involved with you. You're trouble and you'll break my heart."
Those words sting him, the mere thought of causing pain to her being unbearable. He could hear the wolf inside howling for him to squeeze her further into his embrace, to protect her from any harm. She was his Omega to look after and that was what he was going to do. At all costs.
A soft tug on his collar forces him to gaze down, his insides spiralling from how defenceless that little wolf looked, index finger tracing careless patterns on the skin of his shoulder.
“Will you?” She asks then, one eye open.
“I would never hurt you, little wolf.” Thor’s large hand nestles her face, urging their glares to bore on one another. “Never.”
Nodding slowly, she stares at him a little longer, then hides her face on his neck again, breathing deeply, his exhilarating smell sending her into a gratifying haze. She didn’t know if it was a dream or not, but not a single cell in her body wanted to wake up if it was. Thor felt like home all over again, Natasha’s words were long forgotten now.
Tenderly clutching her into his chest, he got back on his feet, the woman’s legs quick to clasp around his waistline, snuggling her nose further into the crook of his neck, moaning to the strength it got to her. One day she hoped to understand how was it possible that it was so good, not today though. Today she just wanted the thrill it gave her.
When he tried putting her down to the bed, she groaned, tightening her arms around his shoulders, pulling him to lie with her. Sure, she wasn’t as strong as him, she would never be, considering he was a supreme, nonetheless, Feisty wanted to stay skin close to him still. He couldn’t leave her. Not when she felt so good.
“You need to sleep, little wolf,” Thor mumbles, kissing her forehead. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“No.”
“Little wolf…”
“Stay.” There’s demand beneath her voice. “Sleep here with me.”
His nostrils flare as the blue unexpectedly disappear, black pupils back, taking control. She’s not sleepy anymore, all her senses are very much aware to the greedy vibe he’s letting off, the alpha stench that gets her core to itch, empty and craving. For him.
“Can’t do that.” Feisty squirms, clasping her legs together as she reaches for his arm, hand ridiculously small when in comparison to the size of his bicep. “You need space, need to be alone.”
“That’s not what I need.” Her inhibitors were nearing a tenuous line, actions filled with lust and driven by instinct. “Stay.”
“You’re not-”
“I’m not asking you to mount me, Thor.” The sentence erupts a stir within his trousers, a picture taking shape in his brain. “I couldn’t sleep well yesterday, so stay with me. Your smell calms me.”
Low blow, he thinks.
“I can leave anytime you ask me.” It slips smoothly, eyes switching back to glorious blue. She smiles, standing up, and palms softly the stiff abdomen, slipping underneath to find the strong muscles tensing up under. “What are you doing?”
“I like touching you.”
Thor snickers, his own hands finding hers, bringing them both to his face, cheek pressing the mellow skin, scraping it with his beard. Lastly, he kissed her knuckles, exchanging a confident gaze. Anyone close enough could catch the intimacy in the air, regardless of them not ever having had one kiss.
Not necessary. At least not yet.
“You’re always honest like that?”
“No.” Her nose flies to his chest, opening her mouth to fully taste him. “With you, I feel I can though. I am not embarrassed by you.”
“Is that good or bad?”
It’s Feisty’s turn to snicker, looking up at him.
“It’s good, Thor. Means I trust you.”
"How can you?"
A sigh escapes whilst she is again conflicted by the rush of emotions she's feeling. It's a question she lacks an answer, so she shrugs, clutching to him like a puppy, such a warm, tender hug she felt like she would melt inside it.
Thor kisses the top of her head, pushing her to lie down again, she grunts when he pulls away to undress, kicking off his black leather boots and tossing away the shirt. He was hesitant, however, on taking off his pants, catching her glare locked on him, eyes hungry.
"You can't look at me like that, little wolf."
"How am I looking at you?" He can taste the innocence in her words.
"You're looking at me-" A sudden pause as Thor finally disposes of his jeans, joining her in the bed. She curls herself on him, legs mingling together while her head rests on his wide chest. "-Dammit. You're looking at me like you need me."
The air pushes out of her in a gasp, propping herself up in his chest, gazing at him curiously. His blond hair was loose, scattered across the pillow, eyes like a peaceful sea. He seemed like he was at home too, and that thought made her heart shake, pumping faster.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, little wolf," Thor says mindlessly, tugging her hair, caressing in a way that made the tips of her toes tingle. "Come, sleep."
There's a brief silent moment after he pulls her to lie down, cradling her.
"Thor?"
"Hmm?"
"Thanks." She speaks sweetly, pressing her lips to the side of his body. "This much more than I could've ever wished for."
Feisty feels a shift under her as he chuckles, still in awe with that beautiful creature lying with him. It was by far the most precious who had ever taken that place. Who had ever touched him like that.
It scared him. And her. Both so frightened of what that could mean. Yet, none of them had the strength to prevent it, to push it off. It was inevitable.
tags!
marvel: @frenfics
thor: @lancsnerd @odinson-barnes
untouched: @slutlanna976 @rahma29417 (for some reason the tag won’t work) @truthdaze @innerpaperexpertcloud
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, Thor is still a douche, a/b/o dynamics, angry omega, they still hate each other, idiots in love, a tiny hint of fluff, groping, very light spanking, tension
The hammer masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
<< Part 2
“What?“ you wake to an unknown feeling. Thor has his arms wrapped tightly around your body. He breathes against you, mumbling something in his sleep. “Let go of me.“
He's holding you even tighter as you start squirming on top of him.
“Omega, be good,“ he purrs as you try to get off him. You’ve got no clue how you ended up on top of him, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso. “Let me sleep.”
“Let me go,” snarling the words you push against his shoulders. “Brute! I want you to let me go. I’m not one of your bitches.”
“Be quiet,” Thor grunts. On large hand ends up slapping your right ass cheek to keep you from fighting his embrace. “You’re a loud and annoying girl, little one.”
You gasp as the pain making your skin tingle shoots straight to your core. An unwelcome and unexpected feeling. “Never put your hands on me again.“
“I put my hands on you whenever I feel the need. If you don’t stop fucking with me, and my gang, I’ll spank your ass raw next time.”
He growls as you still try to break out of his embrace. You won’t let the alpha get away with such behavior. “No man ever dared to do such a thing to me.”
“Well, you only let boring guys fuck you then,” he huffs as you slap his shoulder. “I bet they poked around your cunt until you faked an orgasm. You only wanted it to be over. Didn’t you?”
“Get off me.”
“Get off me,” he mimics your voice. “You were the one climbing on top of me first. I only wrapped my arms around your body to keep you from falling out of the bed.”
“Brute!”
“Brat!”
“I hate you so much. Let me go, Odinson. I want to go home and forget I ever met you and the people you call your gang.”
“My brother is part of my gang. This means, you won’t see him ever again,” he grunts. “I won’t allow it.”
“You can’t do this. He’s my friend.”
“I do what I want to do, little one. If you don’t behave, you get punished,” he slaps your other cheek, groping your flesh roughly. “Right now, I want to make sure you know who is in charge of you, and your body.”
“I will scream if you touch me again.”
“I’m not interested in touching you,” Thor snarls. “I slapped your ass to make sure that you know, I will not let you act out again. You will stay here, in my room, for the time being. Loki and Sif will get some of your shit.”
“Physical punishment, huh? This is the twenty-first century, not the dark age. Women and omegas have rights. You cannot,” you shout as he slaps your ass again. “ALPHA!”
“You will play by my rules as long as I protect you from Rumlow and his gang. That bastard is sniffing around town to find you. Be good. Duck your head. Stay out of my hair.”
“I’d like to stay away from you. If only you’d let go of me, Odinson. I don’t want to be here,” you whine as he won’t let go of you.
“You must stay here. No discussion,” he whispers lowly. “Loki won’t help you. You brought this upon yourself. If only you would shut your mouth once in a while.”
“I want her to apologize,” Brock Rumlow growls. He’s not the kind of alpha taking things lightly. “Maybe she can make things up to me with her mouth.”
Rumlow’s pack makes grunting noises as Thor tries to not lose his composure. If he messes things up, by breaking Brock’s face, you are done for.
“Dude, relax,” Steve grunts. “The girl is not worth it, okay. She’s a little crazy. Leave her alone, and you get this.”
He jerks his head toward the box of alcohol Bucky carries inside Rumlow’s clubhouse.
“What if I want to have my way with her first?” Rumlow dips his head to glance at Thor. “She seemed to have an uptight little cunt. I could teach her a thing or two to make her shut her mouth for a while.”
“She’s under my protection for the time being. My brother likes her so,” Thor narrows his eyes. “You know how Loki can be. An unhappy omega is an annoying omega. I keep him happy, and he doesn’t mess with people using his knives.”
The tall blonde crosses his arms over his chest. “Take it or leave it, Rumlow,” Steve says.
“Fine. I leave that bitch alone if you make sure your brother stays out of my territory. Last time he messed with my omega.”
“Why the loud music?” you open the door to sneak out of Thor’s room. You look left and right before tiptoeing toward Loki’s room. Thor is nowhere to be seen so, you take the chance to talk to your friend. “Loki?”
You hear giggles and grunts come from downstairs.
“That’s what I call an omega.” You recognize Thor’s voice.
Your feet carry you downstairs on their own.
“Shouldn’t you take care of the omega you are hiding in your room?”
It’s Loki this time.
“What’s with her? She’s only a liability. I pitied her after the stunt Fandral pulled. Y/N is far away from the omega I want in my life and bed,” you whine as you stand at the end of the stairs.
There is an omega on Thor’s lap, and another kneels next to him on the couch. He looks pleased with himself. That’s how Thor wants to spend his time. The alpha doesn’t want a complicated and self-confident omega.
Your face falls and you blink the tears away.
“I won’t be a liability for much longer,” Loki gasps as you step closer to his brother and the omegas. “I never wanted to come here in the first place. You forced me to come here.”
“Omega, you won’t leave. Rumlow is still a threat,” Thor lies. “Go back upstairs and wait for me. Stop getting on my nerves. Be a good omega for once.”
“Stop being a misogynic asshole for once,” you huff. “I think you’ve got enough omegas on your plate already. Have a nice life. I’m going to grab my shit and leave this place. You cannot stop me from going home.”
“OMEGA!” Thor warns.
“BROTHER!” Loki steps in. “You have done enough damage already.” The raven-haired omega says as you run upstairs, sniffling silently. “Did you not see the look in her eyes? How dare you want Y/N to stay while you let these omegas rub themselves on you like bitches in heat.”
“Watch your tongue, Loki. I can still kick you out of the club. Omegas shouldn’t act like her,” the blonde retorts. “She’s just some random omega. But, I promised to protect her.”
“Do you honestly believe I do not know about the deal with Rumlow?”
Loki smirks darkly.
“Who told you about it?”
“You just did,” Loki chuckles. “Oh brother, you are so easy to manipulate.”
“Stay out of my business.”
“Leave Y/N alone. I was wrong. You do not deserve her,” Loki glares at his brother. “You will never change. What a shame.”
“What are you doing?” Thor grunts as you hurriedly throw your clothes into a duffle bag. “I asked you a question omega.”
“Loki said it’s safe for me to leave. And,” you turn around to look him straight in the eyes, “I want to go home. Nothing is keeping me here. You should go back to the omegas on your couch. I think they already miss you.”
“I sent them home.”
Thor steps closer to wrap his hand around your wrist to keep you from packing your things.
“Rumlow is still out there, you know. Many alphas like him are out there.”
“Like you,” you huff. “All of you are the same. Fandral. Rumlow. You. My ex,” you chuckle humorlessly. “Selfish. Brutal. Aggressive. Unable to love an omega. You all only want to get your knot wet.”
“Y/N, little one,” he mumbles. “Maybe you should at least stay the night. You can sleep in Loki’s room if you want to.”
“I can take care of myself,” you whisper. “I never needed or wanted an alpha to watch over me. Just stay out of my life, and never talk to me again. I don’t care about you, your club, or shit. All I want is to be left alone.”
“FINE. Go out there then,” he growls. “There is the door.” Thor points toward the door. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settle down. What happens when your worlds collide…
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers, Loki Laufeyson
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, idiots in love, mentions of an accident, injured Loki, slow burn, a tiny hint of fluff, worried reader
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<< Part 5
“He’s going to get better soon, right?” Thor hopefully looks at you. He’s twiddling his thumbs, waiting for you to tell him everything is going to be alright. “Right? Loki will wake soon.”
“How shall I know?” you put some more cream on Loki’s right hand. “I’m not a doctor.”
“You are the smartest person I know,” the tall alpha sheepishly admits. “That’s why Loki likes you so much. You like reading and talking about important things. All people he knows, my pack…uh-we are not like him. I only know how to fix bikes and sell them.”
He shrugs. “I’m not smart like my sly brother. He’s so different and I don’t understand half of the things he’s talking about most of the time. I feel so dumb when he’s around.”
You knit your brows together. “You’re grumpy and loud. Not dumb,” you clear your throat. It’s not your style to talk low about people. “Maybe you should talk to Loki and tell him how you feel. He’s a good listener.”
“I-“ Thor takes a step toward you. He gets something out of the pocket of his leather jacket, giving you a cracked smile. “Loki bought this for you. It’s a bookmark with your name on it. I found it on his nightstand.”
“Oh,” you take the bookmark, smiling. “That’s so nice of him. It’s my name in flowery letters.”
“So—he will get better soon, right?” Thor tries again. “Please tell me Loki will wake and annoy the shit out of me again.”
“The doctor said that we need to wait. I don’t know, to be honest,” you sniffle. “I cannot lie, Thor. I’m wishing and hoping for him to wake up. It’s all I can do.”
“Lie to me,” he almost begs. “Please lie and tell me Loki is going to wake up. I can’t live knowing he had the accident only as I was not a good alpha.”
“The accident wasn’t your fault,” Steve clears his throat as he enters the room. “Do you want coffee or a sandwich?"
“It is my fault, Steve,” Thor insists on taking the blame. “He would’ve stayed at home if not for the fight. I was so angry he sided with the omega making me crawl up the walls. One thing led to another, and Loki stormed out of the house.”
“Thor, the other driver hit Loki with his car, not you. It was an accident.”
“That accident happened because of my behavior. I should’ve chained him up,” the alpha concludes. “Or locked him inside his room. He’s my responsibility. I must protect our pack members, our omegas.”
The monitor controlling Loki’s heartbeat gets louder and louder while Steve and Thor fight. It blends out all the other noises for you as you fear, this is the end.
“Stop fighting,” you whimper. “No…Loki.” You look at Thor, feeling the tears run freely. “He can’t die…he can’t. Please, alpha. Tell me he’s not going to die.”
“’mega,” Thor closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms as the doctor and a nurse hurriedly make their way into the hospital room.
You bury your face into Thor’s chest, crying bitterly. “He can’t die. Please.”
“He won’t,” Thor wraps his arms tightly around your body. He lowers himself to whisper soothing words in your ear, using his alpha’s voice.
“Mr. Odinson,” the doctor tries to get your attention but you and Thor cling to each other. “Mr. Odinson, your brother is waking up.”
“What?” Thor lifts his head to look at his brother who looks at him and you. “But the monitor. What happened?”
“His heartbeat quickened as he was waking up, Mr. Odinson. I must ask you to leave the room,” the nurse softly says. “Just for a moment. Please.”
“I won’t leave Loki all alone,” you look up at Thor. “Please don’t let them kick me out.” You sniffle.
Thor sighs deeply as you tug at his jacket, hoping he’ll help you.
“Little one, we need to let the doctor and nurse do their job,” Thor pecks your temple. “We will go back inside in a few moments and you can annoy the shit out of my brother for me.”
“Oh—okay.”
Wrapping one arm around your shoulders Thor guides you out of the room. He can feel that you are shaking but says nothing. “He’s awake, Y/N.”
You nod. It’s all you are capable of. It’s a miracle to you that your legs didn’t give in yet.
“I hope he’s alright,” wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater you sniffle. “Loki will so hate that his hair is a mess. I didn’t have the time to brush it yet.”
“He’ll scold you. That’s for sure,” Thor chuckles. “He loves his hair. Loki would never admit it, but he’s a little diva.”
“He’s a drama queen,” you point out, making both of you snicker. “Especially when it comes to his hair and hands. He loves to use my scented hand cream.”
“I will tease the shit out of him.”
“No, you won’t. If you tell him I told you about it, I’ll shave your hair off in your sleep, your beard too,” you purse your lips. “I dare you, Odinson.”
“You wouldn’t dare put your hands on my hair, little one,” he looks down at you, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit straight if you misbehave.”
“I will so put my hands on you…” you grumble. “I meant your hair. I won’t put my hands on the rest of you.”
“Of course, you did,” he snickers, showing his playful side as he gently nudges your side. “You’re too stubborn to admit you like someone.”
“I like Loki,” you quip. “If I like someone, I’ll tell them so.”
Thor harrumphs and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks like a sulking angry child.
You smirk at Thor’s reaction.
“Mr. Odinson, Miss Y/L/N,” the nurse clears her throat to get your attention as you are busy having a staring contest with Thor. “Mr. Laufeyson is alert and oriented. We removed the breathing tube. He asked for you.”
“He’s breathing on his own?” you grab Thor’s wrist. “Come on, we need to see him.”
“Hey, wait,” Thor mutters as you use all your strength to drag him toward the hospital room. “Omega, slow down. We should…”
“Stop wasting time,” you huff. “I want to see Loki.”
“Darling, look at you,” you coo as the nurse helps Loki to sit on the hospital bed. “You’re glowing.”
“Y/N,” Loki coughs. His voice is still rough from the breathing tube, and he looks paler than ever. But he’s awake and lifts his arm to point his hand at you. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks for the compliment, you little shit,” you hurriedly make your way toward Loki’s bed to pounce on him. “Never scare me like that again. I’m warning you. If you die, I’ll kill you.”
“You’re smothering me, darling,” Loki weakly lifts his arms to wrap you in a hug. “I’ve missed your pretty face too. How have you been without me taming that big grump.”
“Miserable,” you sniffle. “He didn’t even offer biscuits and tea to me. Your brother is an awful company.”
“I’m standing right here,” Thor clenches his jaw. He doesn’t like you cling to his brother now, not him. He would never tell you so, but he loved that you were seeking comfort in his arms not so long ago. “How do you feel?”
“Like someone ran me over with their car,” your friend huffs. “Did you treat my girl right? I hope you didn’t try to tell her how to behave again. I dare you, brother.”
“He’s fine, Y/N. If he can nag, Loki will make it,” Thor huffs. “I’ll be outside, and you can celebrate your reunion. I hope you know it was stupid of you to drive off only because we argued.”
“Typical,” Loki mutters as his brother leaves the hospital room.
“He was worried,” you finally let go of Loki to sit on the chair next to his bed. “Believe me. He came here every day.”
“Did he cry? I bet he did. Big fat manly tears,” Loki smirks.
“You’re awful.”
“I love you too, darling…”
Much too soon Loki was exhausted and you must leave his room. He needs to rest and recover.
“How is he?” Thor worriedly watches you leave the hospital room. “Little one?”
“Tired, and exhausted. His voice is still hoarse, and he gasped for air a few times,” you say. “I told the doctor and nurse. They said it’s normal. He’ll need more time to recover,” you rub your tired eyes. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Your house is very far away from the hospital,” Thor nervously glances around the hallways. “If you want to, you can sleep in Loki’s room for tonight. It’s late, and you must be tired.”
“I-“ you look at your watch, sighing. Thor is right. It’s late and you are tired. It would be better to stay in Loki’s room tonight. “Okay. Thank you.”
“I got a helmet for you, little one,” he says. “Steve and Bucky are back at the clubhouse. They had stuff to do.” Thor lies. “Let me drive you. I promise to drive carefully with you in the back.”
You swallow thickly. Honestly, you had hoped Bucky or Steve will drive you.
Now you are going to be stuck on a bike with Thor…
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...
Prompt filled for @writersmonth: Day 28 - word: sugar
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sif, Brock Rumlow
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, Thor is still a douche, a/b/o dynamics, Brock being an asshole (sorry), threats, angry omega, they still hate each other, hand around throat (No choking)
Words: 2k
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
Catch up here: << Prologue
“What do you want here, Loki?” you huff, annoyed as Loki Laufeyson stands in front of your door. “I thought your brother made sure all of you know it’s forbidden to come to my house. What is it? Did Fandral forget his balls at my house or something?”
“I told you,” he pokes his head inside your house, “I’ll come back for the book. Can I come in? My brother and the gang are out at a bar to find willing omegas to suck dick or something. I’m yearning for better entertainment tonight.”
“Loki,” sighing deeply you look at the flowers and the bottle of wine in his hands. “This won’t end in me kicking your ass out as you tried to feel me up. Right?”
“Darling, as much as I like your cockiness and your style,” he grins now, “I don’t want to know what you are hiding underneath your sweatpants and shirt, Y/N.”
“It’s Saturday and I’m not in the mood to go out to meet more selfish and rude alphas. So, what will it be, Loki? Can you act like a decent person or do I need to get my baseball bat?”
“I only want to read in silence and have a glass of wine. Maybe talk about my awful brother and his manners. Or rather the lack of manners,” you chuckle as Loki starts nagging about his brother.
“Fine, come in,” you open the door wider to let Loki in. “Can you believe he called me a sensitive cunt only as I told him he cannot act like a brute all the time? He threw beer bottles onto your carpet and ate your food. He’s such an…”
“Alpha?” you offer. “You see, that’s why I liked Fandral, or rather the person he pretended to be. I thought he was a nice alpha, a kind one. This was before he offered me to your brother, of course.”
“Thor wouldn’t have done this,” Loki says. “You know that, right? My brother is a brute, but he would never force a girl to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
“Sure,” you walk back inside your living room to pick up your book and read about better relationships than the few you had in real life. “They are all the same. Selfish knot heads.”
Five weeks later you sit in your living room and talk about books with Loki. He became a constant in your life. Honestly, he’s more than that. Loki became a friend. Someone to talk to and vent about shitty alpha behavior.
“Last week Thor brought that omega home again. Jane Foster,” Loki huffs. “She believes she’s better than us. I wanted to talk about the latest book she read, and she sneered at me. Do you know what she said?”
“No,” you lean forward to listen to Loki’s story. It’s not as if you are interested in his brother’s love life. Not at all. At least you try to tell yourself so... “Tell me.”
“She said that I wouldn’t understand the complexity of the book she read,” he huffs. “Uptight bitch!”
“In other words, she read a smutty book for lonely bitches and wasn’t woman enough to admit her sins,” you chuckle, making Loki smile. “You’re right. She’s a bitch.”
“The worst is, she makes squeaking sounds when they…you know. Thor is always grumpy the morning after. I think she doesn’t let him put it inside or something,” now you grin like the devil after he got yet another soul.
“Loki stop,” you giggle and snort. “We should talk about the books, not your brother’s tragic love life.”
“You look like an angel,” Loki muses, “but you are the devil in disguise. My brother would be so much tamer with you by his side. You’re the perfect omega to tame this wild beast.”
“In his dreams…”
“What next?” you hum to yourself while checking on your grocery list. “Watermelon. Water. Check. Cucumber and chicken. Sugar and milk. Check.”
“Watch your step,” someone snarls in your direction. The alpha glares at you when you accidentally bump your shopping cart into his cart. “Stupid omega bitch.”
“Whoa…what crawled up your ass?” you growl back. “It was an accident, and nothing happened. I’m sorry for running your precious shopping cart over and that I hurt your soft body.”
“Do you want me to hurt your soft body?” the alpha grits his teeth. “I’m very good at breaking bones and ripping sweet little things like you apart.”
“Really?” you cock your head to look the unfriendly and aggressive alpha up and down. “What do you want to do? Kill me for accidentally bumping into an empty shopping cart?”
“Exactly.”
“You should know that attacking an omega that is much smaller than you doesn’t make you look tough. It makes you look like a pathetic excuse of an alpha. Alphas should protect the weaker ones, not threaten them.”
“Watch your tongue you,” he threatens but you don’t even flinch. You get your pepper spray out of your bag to give him something to remember for the next time he threatens to attack an omega. “Ouch…no! Why did you do this?”
“Seriously? You threatened to break my bones seconds ago. I had to defend myself. Fucking alpha asshole.”
“Do you know who I am?” the alpha blindly grasps you with one hand while he furiously wipes his eyes with the other. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“For fuck’s sake,” you hear a familiar voice bark. “In what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time.” Thor roughly grabs your arm to drag you away from the still whining alpha. “Do you have the slightest idea who that guy is?”
“No, and I don’t care. He threatened me. Now let go of me, ruffian,” you wiggle in Thor’s tight grip to get back to the other alpha. “You’re hurting me! Do you want some pepper spray too?”
“Crazy little omega,” he growls now while dragging you away. “That’s the leader of Hydra. One of the most dangerous biker gangs. If he orders your death, you are dead in the blink of an eye.”
“He’s not just some poser,” you whine as Thor pushes you toward his bike. “Hey, wait. Where are we going?”
“You don’t want him to find out who you are, right?” Thor points at his bike. “Leave your car behind. They don’t know it’s yours. I’ll tell Sif to get it later. Now come with me.”
“Why would I come with you?” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Thor. “You are no better than that asshat.”
“I won’t kill or hurt you,” Thor retorts, voice low and dangerous now. “I may or may not spank your ass raw if you don’t get on my bike and shut up for once. No wonder Fandral wanted to get rid of you.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“And you are an annoyingly small and crazy omega. I won’t tell you again,” he swings one leg over his bike, “get on my bike and hold tight. We gotta get the fuck out of here…”
“What the fuck?” Bucky watches you hastily hop off Thor’s bike. You throw insults at him, telling him he drove like a lunatic and that he broke at least two laws. “What is Y/N doing here?”
“Oh, ask her yourself,” Thor points at you standing next to his bike. “Our genius over there, sprayed pepper spray into Brock Rumlow’s face.”
“OH SHIT DOLL,” Steve laughs loudly as you give him a bitch face. “I knew you are hiding balls underneath your summer dresses.”
“This doesn’t answer my question. Why did you bring her here?” Bucky asks. “I like Y/N, but you put us all in danger by bringing her here. Rumlow will be out for blood if he gets to know that you protected the girl attacking him!”
“He would’ve hurt her, Bucky. What else could I do but to bring her here?” Thor hates to answer stupid questions. He’d rather fulfill his promise and bend you over his bike to spank your ass raw.
“Call the cops for example,” you put your hands on your hips. “Now I got no groceries, and my fucking car still stands in front of the grocery store.” You throw your hands up. “Why didn’t you let me handle this.”
“Let you handle this,” Thor has enough. He wraps his huge hand around your throat and pushes you against his bike. “See,” you claw at his hand, trying to get it off your throat, “that’s what would’ve happened if I left you there, all alone. Brock Rumlow would’ve bent you over his bike and taken what he wanted from you.”
“And disposed your body afterward,” Sif adds. “I know you are a tough omega, but you are still an omega. Don’t mess with Rumlow and his gang.”
“Let the fuck go off her,” Loki barks at his brother as he storms out of the clubhouse and toward you and Thor. “What’s wrong with all of you? She’s not some fucking toy you can play with. Thor, get off her.”
“She fucked with Brock Rumlow. I bet his minions already search for her all over town. If they saw my bike, we are in deep shit,” Thor snarls as you look up at him with wide and fearful eyes. “Fuck. She should stay the night. One of you must bunker on the couch tonight.”
“No!” all of them grumble under their breath. “If you want her to stay here, she’ll stay in your room, Thor.”
“What? NO!” he finally releases your throat, almost looking guilty as you cough and rub your sore throat. “I don’t like that omega.”
Two hours later, …
“I want to go home,” you glare up at Thor as he shoved you into his bedroom and refuses to let you leave. “I dare you to get close to me! I still got my pepper spray.”
“Listen, we don’t like each other. Honestly, I hate everything about you,” you whine at Thor’s words. He rejected you for a second time and it hurts your omega deeply. “You’re the last omega I want inside my bedroom, but Rumlow knows who you are now. Your car is…let’s say it won’t drive for a while.”
“How did he find out who I am?” wrapping your arms around yourself you sniffle. “Did you tell him? Is it that? I called you a dirty biker and wanted you to leave my house and this is what you do?”
“This doesn’t make sense, little one,” he cups the back of your neck to get a good look at your throat. You wince as there are bruises around your throat and your skin is tender from his rough treatment. “Does it hurt?”
“Why do you care, ruffian? You almost choked me to death and now you act as if you care,” Thor huffs at your words. “Just leave me alone!”
“I wanted you to realize these people are dangerous. Rumlow is a monster,” the alpha mumbles while brushing his thumb over your sore throat. “Sif and Bucky are on their way to your house to get a few of your things for the night.”
“I need to go home and-“ Thor dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. “What?” You believe he wants to kiss you, but he bumps his nose against yours, huffing.
“I don’t care what you want. You barked up the wrong tree and now you must pay for it. You’re lucky if you don’t end up six feet under,” Thor growls low in his throat, making you whimper. “You’ll stay here tonight.”
“Like hell! You’re not my alpha!”
“Why would I want to claim someone like you,” he breathes in your neck now, lips and teeth inches from your mating gland. “You’re not going to wear my mark.” Thor sniffs at your neck, teeth gritted as he fights the urge to lick your skin. “Sleep. I don’t want to hear from you for a few hours.”
“As if I wanted to talk to you,” you growl. “I’m going to sleep in Loki’s room, ruffian. I can’t bear your stink…”
“What? No-“ Thor must watch you storm out of his room. You slam the door shut, making him growl as he didn’t expect you to leave his room. “OMEGA!!”
Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...
Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader; former Alpha!Fandral x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, awful boyfriend, pack dynamics, Thor being a douche, a/b/o dynamics, true mates, more to be added
Summary: Having a shower at the Avenger’s tower leads to more than a clean body.
Ship: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader
Kink: Shower Sex
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: language, nudity, sharing a shower, shameless ogling, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, Thor has a dick out of this world, scenting, true mates, manhandling, possessive Thor, semi-public sex, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smarter), claiming, knotting, Thor acts all innocently but is a smug bastard, not so accidentally peaking, Thor gets what he wants, reader doesn’t complain
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Kinktober 2021
“Shake it off, just shake it off,” giggling you wiggle your ass, dance under the spray in the lady’s communal shower. “Yeah, clean my cute ass. I love having the showers on my own. No one here to spy on my ass or force me into a conversation.”
While you are busy scrubbing your body, you miss someone else who entered the showers moments ago, ogling your naked form shamelessly. He bites his index finger to keep the groan down his throat.
“My lady,” Thor booms, making you jump. You scream, one hand flying to your sex while you try to cover your breasts with your other arm. “The water is pleasant, isn’t it?” he drops his eyes to your legs, wondering how it would feel to have them wrapped around his waistline.
“W-What are you doing in here? You shouldn’t be here. I know you are not from Earth, but this is something we do not tolerate,” you refuse to look at the naked half-god, fight your instinct to not let your eyes wander to admire his bare chest, broad shoulders, and the prominent erection he hides under a too-small towel barely reaching his thighs.
“Unisex,” the Asgardian alpha husks, stepping closer, invading your personal space to look down at you, eyes now roaming your wet body. “Tony said we all use the showers together from now on,” confused you look up at Thor, not only to avoid glancing at his cock when he removes the towel to throw it over his shoulder.
“This is impossible! No one told me so! I would’ve never showered in here. This is inappropriate and I want you to leave, now-“ jerking your head toward the door you hope Thor will just leave but the alpha doesn’t care about boundaries. All he has in mind is to mate, knot, and claim his chosen omega – you.
“No,” he states. “I will not leave, omega.”
“No?” growling the word you try to sidestep Thor but his whole presence is like a brick wall. He easily blocks your path, grinning down at you, shamelessly roaming the parts of your body you can’t cover.
“No, kitten,” he moves closer, large palm cradling your face. “I must say, this is a nice coincidence to find you here, so ready for your alpha. I will take good care of your dripping cunt.”
“Thor, you must leave,” light-headed you part your lips when Thor dips his head to press his lips to your trembling ones. “Thor.”
“You’re mine and I’ll make you mine. Loki said if I want to claim an omega, I must show everyone she’s mine, only mine,” his face in your neck seconds later Thor noses his way down your neck. “Gonna make you mine, pretty omega.”
“Oh, fuck – Thor,” you shriek when the alpha grasps for your waist to hoist you up, forcing your legs around his waist, trapping his throbbing cock between your bodies. “You can’t just claim me here. Anyone could walk in.”
“Let them watch. I’ll claim you right here, in front of anyone if I must,” Thor’s voice echoes through the showers, makes you shiver as he ruts his aching cock against your body. “You’re mine to take and knot. I will fill you with my godly heir, little one.”
“Thor, we are still at the communal shower,” you try to protest. It’s a hard piece of work to fight your instincts. With a potent alpha as Thor so close, it’s a lost battle, of course. “Thor!”
“I will make you mine here and now before someone else can snatch you out of my hands ever again. Just take all of me, sweet little human.”
“What? OH—fuck,” Thor doesn’t seem to be the guy to do foreplay or fool around. He simply moves his finger through your folds, smirking when you whimper as he presses the rough patch of his index finger to your clit.
“So wet for me, omega. I knew you would be ready to take me. Your hand between your legs worked magic, huh?” you frown, realizing Thor must’ve watched you for longer than you thought.
“Y-you watched me?” he toys with you, only pressing the tip against your little nub now. “Thor, did you watch me?”
“Every moment of the day I try to get a glimpse of you, or a whiff of your scent. You drive me up the walls, little one,” Thor groans deeply, slipping carefully inside.
“I—” you forget about your surroundings or that Thor played peeping Tom. Even your strict rule to not get involved with coworkers or one of the Avengers is long forgotten feeling his massive cock get shoved into your cunt. “You,” *pant*, “you’re so big.”
“You can take it, little one. I know you are made for my knot,” he nuzzles your neck, tries to comfort you while still inching his way inside your body. It feels like there is not much room left inside your body but still so much of him. “Shush, omega. Your body knows how to open up for me, like a beautiful flower.”
“I’m not a fucking flower,” you paw at his back, nails biting into his flesh to accommodate the pleasured pain the wide stretch forces on your body. “Shit, you won’t fit.”
“You’ll take all of me,” Thor silences your whimpers with his lips, kisses your protests away as he sheathes himself fully inside your pulsing cunt. “That’s it. Look at you, so full of me and pliant now.”
“I will kill you, but—” your eyes shoot up to meet Thor’s darkened blue orbs, “as you are already in there, you could make me cum.”
“Ask nicely,” his voice is low enough to let make you shiver. “Go ahead, little one. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me? Please,” you grit your teeth, but Thor is a stubborn alpha, so you give in, for now, to get what you want. Or rather what your body is craving since you first met the Asgardian half-god.
“All for you, my precious flower, my little one,” he begins to move you up and down his impressive length, groaning every time you clench around him. “So good for me.”
In lack of words, you hold tight onto Thor, let him use your body, and ruin you for any other man. Not that he would ever let another man get close to you again.
“Mine—"
He begins to thrust upward, groans as your screams echo through the showers. You can’t hold back the noises, not when the alpha presses your back against the tile wall to hold you pinned to it, fucking up into you at a pace meant to destroy any rational thought.
You are a mess, and Thor loves it. He croons anytime you look up at him, mesmerized by the intensity in his gaze. “You’re mine, say it.”
“I’m...,” you can’t bring out the words. The coil in your belly winds up too fast to let you do anything but to come, screaming his name. You claw at his back, hoping he will not knot you right here but Thor does just that.
He shoves himself one last time as deep as possible into you, makes your belly bulge when his cum fills you and his knot begins to swell deep within you, locking you together for the time being.
“You’re mine,” his teeth sink in your neck, pierce your mating gland the moment someone enters the showers, only to run back outside, screaming in terror.
“Great, now everyone will know we mated in the showers,” you groan whilst your alpha croons in your neck, lips, and tongue soothing the mark he left. “Thor, we should leave.”
“Not yet, little one…”
“So—let’s talk about a few rules,” slumped in a chair you glance at Tony and the other Avengers. You nervously tug at the shirt Thor wanted you to wear to make sure you smell like him. “No sex in the communal showers.”
“Uh—it wasn’t my fault,” you grumble. “I wanted to have a shower. Thor wanted more. I couldn't fight a God”
“Half-god, and we don’t need to know about details. Just don’t do it at the showers again. Or restrooms. Or the kitchen. Or any other room all of us use,” Tony mutter. “This is a hard limit.”
“He forgot his office,” Thor whispers in your ear, making you giggle. Since he mated you three weeks ago, you christened half of the tower with your alpha. “…and the lab.”
“Wait, you—” Tony grunts, slamming his fist onto the table. “Steve, don’t you have anything to say?”
“They didn’t do it at my office,” Steve shrugs embarrassed he must talk about your sex life with you. “Let’s just keep private things at our rooms, shall we.”
“Yes Captain,” you giggle when Thor’s cheeks flush red. “Thor and I will keep private things private from now on. We are sorry…”
“I’m not—” pressing the palm of your hand to Thor’s mouth to silence him you give Steve and tight smile.
“Thor is sorry, and we will go back to our apartment and talk about a few rules. Please excuse us now,” you grab Thor’s hand to lead him out of the conference room.
“We will still do it in the showers, right?” he asks, following you like a puppy toward the showers. “Little one?”
“Of course,” you jerk your head toward the showers. “Let’s christen it all over again…”
