Summary: The owner of the bake shop in your new neighborhood is a little over-friendly.
Warnings: Nothing to worry about but Thor is a warning himself.
Characters: Dark!Baker!Thor x F!Reader
A/N: Thor is one of the men I truly adore. Hence, I made a drabble to honor him especially since today is his day. Thor’s Day lmao. This plot has also been sitting in my drafts for a while and I felt that maybe this is the right time to introduce Baker!Thor into the world. (gif not mine)
As always, even if this is simply a drabble, your feedback is highly appreciated. Reblogs would be amazing as well for it will help my work flourish. May you guys have a great day ahead and of course, I hope you enjoy this! ❤️
A sigh of relief escapes you when you see the open sign of the bakery still glowing into the night. Pulling your puffer tighter around your waist, you look at both sides before crossing the road, the sound of the heels of your boots clacking against the asphalt bouncing off through the empty street. You take slow steps, careful not to slip against the icy floor but once you reach the other side, you see the sign close, your heart beating fast in panic as you race towards the door.
“Please—” You say as you stand by the entryway, coming face to face with a burly man, golden hair held up in a bun with strands falling from the sides, with a stubble to match his features. He wears an apron over a red plaid shirt and with the way he looks at you, you see his eyes a striking blue.
“Can I help you?” He asks when he opens the door, his voice low yet full like thunder.
“Do you still have any cakes I can purchase?” Your voice shivers as you speak, the cold slowly seeping through your jacket. “Or anything, really. I just need something to bring to a party.”
Heat crawls up your neck and scatters on your cheeks when you see him give you a once over, a smirk slowly playing on his lips. He’s much bigger up close and you can’t help but feel intimidated by his size, making you feel even smaller. He swings the door open and holds out an arm, a gesture for you to come in.
The warmth of the shop is a welcome aura against the blistering cold outside, yet you feel a slight chill run up your spine with how the man’s eyes linger, keeping them on you as he rounds the counter.
“I only have cupcakes and cookies left. But if you really want a cake, I have a chocolate one at the back.”
“I’ll take it.” You say almost in a hurry, blushing at the amused look the man gives you. “I’ll take the rest of your cookies as well.” You add. “The least I can do after allowing me in.”
“Very well.” He hums and taps against the register, giving you your total after. “You can tap your card when you’re ready—I’ll just grab the cake.”
You nod at his instructions and watch him disappear from the double doors that lead to the back. Taking your credit card from your wallet, you press it against the device, waiting for the beep before stowing it back.
You’ve never really had the chance to go around the neighborhood when you moved in a week ago. The task to find anything to bring for a potluck party of your co-worker proved to be a struggle, being all too new and different from the town you grew up in, the sullen wasteland you escaped from.
The bakery has always been one of the places you’ve wanted to go to. Hearing your neighbors rave about the pastries and treats they purchase for their morning coffee when they catch you at the mail room and corner you into an unwanted conversation. Though, you wouldn’t say such an exchange is meaningless, for, without the information they gave, you wouldn’t have known about this place.
You look up when you hear the swoosh of the doors, the man holding a box in his hand, a transparent container with a lone cupcake inside sitting atop it. He places the box on the counter then slides open the display, taking the last 6 cookies on the tray and sliding them into a transparent bag, before tying a gold and red ribbon around it.
“Will that be all, cupcake?” He asks and you startle at the name he’s called you.
“Uhh—yes.” You mumble. “Thank you.” Your eyes then dart to the cupcake atop the cake then look up at him with utter curiosity. “I didn’t buy this.”
“On the house. Salted Caramel Cupcake—my favorite. You should try it.” He grins then places the bag of cookies over the box of the cake, holding a card out to you after. You take it. “I’m having a soft launch for my new item.” He announces out of the blue. “I’d be happy to have you come by and taste it. I know you’re new around here and it would be a nice welcoming event for you.”
You’re curious as to how he knows that, but you don’t pay it much mind. The neighborhood is small and you don’t doubt he knows almost everyone around, and you’re the new face in town. You swallow thickly at his invitation, the grin on his lips looking overly friendly. “When is it?” You ask if only to be polite.
“Next week. Sunday.”
“I-I’ll check my schedule.” You smile, although it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Thank you again—” You try to look for his name tag but see none.
“Thor. The owner.” He supplies before gesturing at the box. “You need help taking this to your car?”
“No, thank you. Just walking.” You volunteer. “Party isn’t far from here.”
“Very well.” He rounds the counter when you grab your purchase, walking with you to the door and opening it, shivering as the winter chill blows inside the shop. “It was nice meeting you, cupcake. I hope to see you again.”
You cringe when he says the pet name again, mumbling your thanks as you walk out of the shop. You scurry to the other side of the street, making your way to the apartment of your co-worker. The calm and measured steps you’d usually take when walking during the winter become brisk and hurried as you sense Thor’s burning gaze at the back of your head.
Your suspicions are confirmed when you look back as you round the corner and see him still standing outside his shop, staring at you from the street.
Commission of Baker!Thor for @thors-soft-cheeks ! Teaching his apprentice Loki how to properly pipe icing ;) Of course, Loki already knew how to do it, and Thor has a sneaking suspicion he messes up on purpose, just so Thor has to ‘teach’ him again. And of course, he doesn’t mind giving Loki all the lessons he may need!
AHHhhhHHH! Guys I had so so much fun doing this one! (Even if it did take me way too long to complete) I cannot express Just how much I love Thors-soft-cheeks and her work! PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER BLOG!!! There is so much fat Thor positivity, and SO MUCH SEXY!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
I'm dedicating this concept to @thors-soft-cheeks, the original plus size Thor appreciator!
Steve is an up and coming chef, just arrived in New York to be the head chef for Peggy's new restaurant. He specializes in French food and he's gained some recognition in culinary circles for his skill with flavors that just burst into your mouth. He loves cooking and he loves seeing that people enjoy his cooking. His food is often comforting and satisfying, as well as delicious.
After about a month or two of being in the area, Steve finally gets a chance to breathe. The restaurant was relatively steady, work was good, and the reviews were overwhelmingly positive. One day, a whim leads him to explore the area he's just moved to. There are some antique shops, office buildings, a tea room (which Steve plans on going to at some point), and of course, restaurants. Despite the fact that Steve is himself a chef, he finds himself curious about the competition. And even he gets tired of cooking all the time every now and then.
He finally stops when he happens upon a bakery. It's a bright, happy, colorful place, with various wares on display. Steve was expecting the usual; cakes, cupcakes, breads and the like. There were also, however, less common goods. Patisseries, opera cakes, macarons, petit fours, and more.
His stomach starts to growl in spite of himself. He walks into the store, which is bustling with people. Behind the counter, there's a broad, handsome, man with a smile as bright as the rest of his bakery. By the time Steve is at the front of the line, he hasn't even thought about what he wants to buy. The baker just smiles pleasantly at him. He's a fat man, his body round and soft. Flour was on his apron and a little on his face. His hair was tied back into a neat ponytail. He's beautiful and all Steve can think about is what it would be like to cuddle with him.
After a while, the baker asks Steve what he wants again. Steve blushes with embarrassment and orders two slices of opera cake. When Steve goes to leave, he asks the baker what his name is. The baker smiles and says, "Thor". Steve gives his name and awkwardly walks out of the store.
Going to the bakery becomes a regular occurrence. Every morning, Steve goes to the bakery and tries something different. He samples every bread, every dessert. His favorite thing, by far, is Thor's cakes. He's amazing at them, whether they're birthday cakes or more formal, classic cakes. They start talking on the slow days. Thor finds out that Steve is a chef. Steve finds out that Thor has a degree in multimedia communication, but became a baker because it was his passion. Thor finds out that Steve's parents wanted him to be a lawyer. Steve finds out that Thor is from Sweden.
One day, Steve walks into the bakery and someone new is behind the counter: a plucky young woman named Darcy. He tries not to be disappointed as he approaches the counter. Just because Thor isn't there doesn't mean that Steve can't get food. Before he can say anything, she stops him.
"You must be Steve," she says. She very noticeably checks him out. "Thor said he had something special for you in the back."
She opens the counter and leads him to the back of the shop. Thor is there, working on something new, a black forest gateau, a chocolate sponge cake with cherry filling. It looks delicious and decadent, even though it's clearly not done yet. Thor looks up and smiles at him, chocolate smudged on his face as he works on finishing the cake.
"What's all this?" Steve asks.
"This is a cake," Thor said with a cheeky grin. Steve rolls his eyes.
"I can see that," he replies. "What's it for?"
"That depends," Thor says. He steps back and Steve sees that Thor has written something on the cake with some of the red cherry filling in flowing script
Will you go out with me?
Steve blushes and looks up shyly at Thor.
"This is a bit sudden," he says.
"Well, I got tired of waiting for you to ask," Thor replies with a chuckle. Steve laughs in embarrassment.
"Guess I deserve that," he says. Thor hums, his eyes bright and playful as he looks at Steve. "I'd love to go out with you, Thor."
Thor's smile grows as he comes around the table hugs Steve. Steve has to make himself not feel Thor's gorgeous, soft body. He pulls back and cups Thor's face in his hands. He kisses the man tenderly and Thor returns it, his lips soft and his mouth tasting like chocolate and cherries, a hint of what was to come.
"Now," Steve says as he pulls back. "How about we start with that black forest gateau?"
Thor smiles and grabs two forks. "I thought you'd never ask."
