Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 1,395 words
Plot: Thor has to play Santa at the last minute, but seeing him be all jolly awakens something for his girlfriend.
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with fluffy, domestic holiday sex and roleplay.
Notes: In the Thunderbuns Universe. Tattooed Santa Thor, that’s it.
Thor lifted you in the air so that you could tie paper chains in each corner of the living room. You’d both spent the week crafting decorations for his cottage. It was a cosy way to wile away the long nights as the hearth fire burned and a silly Christmas film played in the background.
“How does it look?” you asked, glancing down.
He looked at you with a loving smile. “Beautiful. As always.”
You teetered dangerously as you laughed. “Thor! I meant the decorations! It took me hours to put these chains together!”
“I suppose that they are nice as well,” he huffed, gently putting you down.
You kissed him on the cheek, looking for something more. The brash ring of the phone interrupted you.
Thor went over to pick it up. “Odinson.” He paused, worry furrowing his brow. “Volstagg? Are you alright, old friend?”
You frowned as you watched him. Thor cradled his phone in the crook of his shoulder as he rummaged for paper and a pen. He quickly wrote down some details. “Of course I can, worry not. Now, you and the little ones should rest up, for your wife’s sake and your own.”
“Is something wrong with Volstagg?” you asked, as he hung up his landline.
“He has the flu, and can’t play Santa at the Yule market this week. He asked me to fill the role in his stead.” Thor scratched his greying beard. “I must start tonight, do you mind, kjær?”
He knew that you’d planned a weekend of holiday films.
“Of course not, darling! Do you need any help?”
“No, it seems straightforward enough. I pick up the costume and necessary beard, then I spend the next few evenings delighting children.”
“And quite a few parents, I’d imagine,” you added playfully.
Thor laughed, sweeping you into a tight embrace. “Unfortunately for them, my heart only belongs to Mrs Claus.”
You booped him on the nose. “And don’t you forget it.”
———
After work, you visited Thor on a few days of Santa duty, bringing him coffee and warm food for his short breaks. You watched how attentively he listened to every child that sat on his knee, his smile and laugh joyful beneath the fake beard.
He was happy to take photos and accept letters and lists, and being Uncle Thor to Volstagg and Fandral’s kids had taught him the rare art of making children laugh through their tears.
You thought that being Father Christmas suited him. Though your plans were waylaid, seeing him amongst the market stalls- with their twinkling lights, decorations, and the smells of Christmas surrounding you- felt better than anything you could have thought up.
And once in a while, Thor’s eyes would flicker to you, and the twinkle in his eyes would grow brighter.
On his last night, with Volstagg smoothly on his way to recovery, Thor came home. He was still in his Santa suit, his false beard carefully put away for cleaning. The market organisers had given him a gift of wassail, a holly wreath and homemade cakes as a thank you for stepping in so suddenly.
He came back to you victorious, holding the box aloft.
“Father Christmas has returned, vennen, with gifts!” He looked around and unbuttoned the intricately embroidered Santa jacket, revealing his white undershirt and a hint of his hairy chest.
Mistletoe decorated each doorway, and the hearth now had an overflowing garland of pine and baubles. Thor smiled, pleased that you were making the cottage your home.
As he turned to place the box down, you emerged from the hall, standing still at the doorway.
“Santa baby.”
Thor turned. He could hear music drifting from the back of the cottage. You were draped in gold tinsel, with fuzzy reindeer antlers on your head, in the midst of decorating the bedroom.
His eyes brightened. “You look like Christmas.”
“So do you. C’mere.”
He didn’t hesitate, moving to your side. He followed tradition and kissed you deeply, tasting of warm honey and cinnamon.
“I have to say, seeing you in this costume does something to me. It suits you. Especially when it’s half-undone.” It wasn’t just his kiss that left you breathless.
You could see hints of his tattoos peeking out, now that the beard and gloves were gone. It made his costume seem different somehow, more rugged. He looked less like jolly old St Nick and more like a yuletide god of old. It suited him very much.
Thor’s eyes became hooded, his smile transforming into a knowing smirk. “Does it now? Well, should I give you the custom Santa experience?”
You nodded, making the antler headband jingle. You both laughed at the absurdity of it.
His voice deepened, becoming serious. “Have you been a good girl this year?”
You shivered at his deep timbre. “Oh, I’ve been very good, Santa.”
He traced his thumb over your cheek. “Well, I’ve checked my list twice, and you have made my nice list. What would you like for Christmas?”
“Well Santa, I’d like to get a tattoo with my gorgeous boyfriend. If he holds my hand,” you added.
Thor’s eyes widened. “Really, my love?”
You nodded. “I need to catch up with you, don’t I?”
You could see Thor’s brain turn off for a brief moment. You tugged his hair. “Thor, honey? Are you alright?”
“I did not think that you could be more magnificent, but the thought of you with tattoos-” His voice drifted off, his eyes dreamy. “Yes, this is a most wonderful gift to give you.”
He looked at you, his eyes fierce. “That is a gift that will take some planning. But you deserve an immediate present for your unwavering goodness, one that I can happily provide.”
He plucked the mistletoe from the door frame and placed it in your hands. “Wherever you hold this mistletoe, I shall kiss. Choose wisely, min kjære.”
With a cheeky grin, you held it over your head.
“Ah, a traditionalist.” Thor kissed you with a charming sweetness.
You moved the mistletoe lower, over your chest.
Thor’s smile was conspiratorial. “Perhaps you’re a bit naughty after all.” He lavished attention on your breasts, removing the tinsel garland and pulling the front of your dress down to ardently kiss them until your giggles became breathy.
Your hand slowly moved lower. Thor followed, placing soft, chaste kisses on your stomach as you held him close to you, softly humming carols.
He looked up at you. Your hand moved lower. He stood, his face grave.
“Vennen, this will require proper fortification if I am to give you the gift you deserve. Excuse me for a moment.”
He stood and went into the kitchen. He opened the wassail bottle and took a large swig.
You laughed incredulously. “Really, bunny?”
“You know that I take gifting very seriously, my love. You may want to sit down.”
“Oh no, Thunderbuns, I expect you to hold me up if my legs give out.”
Thor gave a small nod of assent. He stretched before collecting a large cushion from the sofa. He placed it down in front of you and dropped to his knees. He draped your leg over his shoulder, keeping you steady against the wall. He ignored your fuzzy elf socks, nothing would distract him from his goal.
He slowly kissed a trail up your thigh, his eyes focussing on the curve of your lips as you took in a shuddering inhale.
He disappeared underneath your dress. You grinned. In a second he’d see your surprise for him, namely your missing underwear.
As his lips and tongue found their treasure, your hands scrabbled against the wall as you tried to brace yourself.
You shut your eyes in bliss. A molten jolt of pleasure shot to your core. Thor held you, forcing you to curve your back to remain against his greedy, perfect mouth.
Your head fell back. All you could do was accept the gift so expertly given. Your fingers twitched as they moved through his braided hair.
He’d have you over his knee after this, ass sore as a punishment for letting him do such naughty things to you. And after that he’d ensure that you were properly stuffed, his smile as jolly as ever.
And through it all, one phrase kept escaping your lips. “Thank you, Santa baby! Thank you!”
Summary: The second part of ‘Don’t Go’. Five years after the snap Y/N and Thor reunite but a lot has changed.
Warnings: endgame spoilers
A/n: my girl @xmarveled requested a part 2 so I delivered :)))) this is my first chubby! thor fic what the hell have i been doing smh. also I really should be studying but oh well-
Five years had passed. Leaving Thor was the hardest thing you had ever done but in the time you were away you had focused on your self-healing and protecting what was left of the world. Guilt had gnawed at your conscience for the past couple of years but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to him due to a mix of embarrassment and fear.
When at New Asguard, you always knew that ruling wasn’t for you. You had felt as if you were forced into the role since Thor was dismissive of his position and, since you two were together at the time, everyone looked to you. Leaving New Asguard made you feel selfish but had helped you to focus on what was best for yourself and to also help the other Avengers at the compound.
For the past five years, you and Natasha worked together to protect the half of the world that was left after the snap. Up to now, you had believed you’d be doing this for the rest of your life, however your ideas of the future had changed when Scott Lang arrived at the compound.
Scott Lang had shown up and told you, Natasha and Steve his unbelievable idea to save the universe. He had suggested time travel through the quantum realm; you and Steve were extremely confused at his proposal but, after he and Natasha explained thoroughly, you eventually understood.
The four of you had set off to gather the Avengers that were still alive: Bruce, Tony, Clint and Thor. Bruce and Rocket has offered to go to New Asguard and convince Thor to help; they had asked if you wanted to join them but you refused - you weren’t ready to see him. Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing him after five years of leaving.
Sitting at the conference table of the Avengers compound, you played with your hands, nervously, as you gnawed at your bottom lip. Steve noticed your anxiousness, placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a sympathetic look.
“It’s alright, Y/N, you shouldn’t be worried,” he rubbed your back, sitting down next to you.
“No it’s not alright, Steve. I left him. How will he react when he sees me? He won’t be happy - I’ll tell you that! What if his self-hatred has turned into a hatred of me? What if-”
“Y/N, stop thinking all of that. You know Thor could never hate you. Stop thinking about what could go wrong and start thinking about what could go right,” Steve advised, making you feel somewhat calmer.
“Thank you, Steve,” you breathed, giving him a small smile. “I’ll try to think positively.”
Seconds later, a quinjet was heard from outside the building. Your heart beat, ferociously, in your chest as you awaited Thor’s arrival. Steve stood up and began walking out of the room; you followed after a couple of minutes, making sure to walk slow.
You could hear the laughs and greetings of the group in the next room. Reluctantly, you put your anxieties aside and stepped into the room. At first, you couldn’t quite recognise the man in the corner, stood beside Bruce and Rocket.
Your eyes widened as you came to see Thor; his appearance had changed drastically - his hair back to its normal length, his bearded overgrown and he had put on a large amount of weight. As Thor saw you, he turned crimson and turned away, attempting to hide from you.
As you walked towards him, you could hear his pleading whispers to Bruce: “I change my mind, Banner, I want to go back home. Take me back. Please - she can’t see me like this!” However, Bruce denied his request, trying to get him to turn back around.
Whilst Thor turned around he caught your eye as you stopped before him. He quickly broke eye contact and took each side of his sweater, covering his body with it. He wouldn’t retain eye contact, looking everywhere but at you.
“Thor, you’re-you’re back!” you breathed, your stomach fluttering.
“Yes,” he mumbled, “I am.” He still avoided your gaze.
“We should, er, leave you two alone...” Rocket suggested as he and Bruce walked away.
Thor awkwardly played with his sweater, trying to make it cover his large stomach.
“How have you been, Thor?” you asked, knowing the answer.
At this, he looked up at you and leaned awkwardly on the wall behind him. “I’ve been good! Great, in fact,” he lied, smiling fakely.
A moment of awkward silence passed before he returned the question. “What about you?” he mumbled.
“I’ve been...as well as can be expected,” you have a sad smile but and he returned it.
“Hmm yes, I’m sure,” he replied. Another long silence followed.
You were so busy worrying that he would hate you that it never crossed your mind that things would be awkward between the two of you.
Finally, you broke the silence by addressing the elephant in the room, “Thor I-I want to apologise for leaving you. You weren’t well and I just abandoned you. I’m so sorry.”
Thor’s eyebrows knitted together. “You’re apologising to me? You don’t have to apologise or justify not wanting to be with me, Y/N, it’s perfectly alright,” he shrugged, looking down.
“No, it’s not alright. I feel so guilty that I haven’t been with you. I never should have left,” you almost whispered the last part as Thor looked into your eyes, with a sense of hope.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty, Y/N. It was my fault that I pushed you away; I couldn’t see it back then but I can now. Therefore, I should be the one apologising.”
“Oh, Thor, you’re the last person who should apologise to me,” you stepped closer but Thor seemehe seemed to shift further back, awkwardly.
“Then, how about we’re even?” he offered.
“Now, that’s a deal,” you agreed, holding out your hand. Thor was hesitant, at first, but proceeded to take your hand and shake on it; the two of you couldn’t deny the electric connection you still felt after all these years, just at each other’s fingertips. He, then, let go quickly and you felt he was quite embarrassed.
“If I recall correctly, Thor,” you continued, leaning on the wall beside him, proceeding to address the other elephant in the room, “I told you to take care of yourself. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Thor’s cheeks blushed to a crimson colour, once again, and he brought his sweater further around him. This time, you caught his hands and pulled them apart.
“Hey, stop trying to hide from me. Please don’t be embarrassed...” you stepped closer, holding his hands in yours.
“I, er, I don’t like you seeing what I’ve become, Y/N,” he replied as obvious tears began to gloss over his eyes.
“Well, from what I can see, you’re the same Thor you ever were. There’s nothing to be ashamed of - I still love you,” you admitted.
“You-you still love me? After all this time? Even when I look like this?” his eyes desperately searched yours, not believing you.
“Of course, Thor. I never stopped loving you so why should I suddenly stop now that you’ve put on some weight? I’m not leaving you this time,” you stepped even closer, able to feel his hot breath on your forehead.
“Really?” Joyous tears were pooling in his eyes as he moved his hands to rest on your hips.
“Really,” you assured him, leaning up on your tip-toes to press your lips to his. He responded gently, lovingly as you lay your hands around the back of his neck. His beard felt soft against your chin, tickling you slightly.
Breaking free for air, his forehead rested against yours. You stared into his one blue and one brown eye and told him how much you loved him. You assured him that you’d never leave again, promising to take care of him for the rest of your lives.
Summary: Y/N has stayed at the Avengers Tower for while whist Thor has been staying in New Asguard. They haven’t seen each other in weeks and desperately miss each other.
Warnings: swearing
A/N: I had this idea because I’m still a little jet lagged haha and @xmarveled said I should write this (thank you so much for the support bby!!) so hope you guys enjoy :)
Three weeks. That was the amount of time you’d been away from him. Your boyfriend. Your love. Thor.
After the universe was saved from Thanos, you had some unfinished business to attend to back at the Avengers Tower; you hadn’t planned on it taking weeks - only one at most. Sadly, it had taken much longer than expected and you hadn’t been able to see Thor, in that time.
Thor had been in New Asguard helping Valkyrie in her new role as Queen. He had been supporting her this whole time whist he helped the people of New Asguard. You had exchanged messages back and forth, in the time you were separated. Mostly, Thor would be begging you to join him back in New Asguard and you would tell him, time after time, that you still had some work to do.
During the five years after the snap, you constantly moved back and forth from New York to New Asguard; you stayed with Thor but also had to help Natasha protect what was left of the world. The two of you, and also other Avengers scattered around the globe, managed the crime and justice on Earth. It was an extremely tiring job but it had to be done. Thor had tried to convince you that it wasn’t your responsibility but you couldn’t accept that; after losing most of your family, you felt it was your duty to continue to protect what was left.
After Thanos was defeated, you would have thought your work would die down a bit, however some mob gangs seemed to never tire. You promised Thor that you would take a break once you’d tracked down a gang, located in Colombia, with Natasha.
Thor, day after day, waited for you to finally give up working and come home to him. Dispite being among friends, in New Asguard, he always felt lonely when you left - as if a piece of him had left with you. He would never have told you, of course, because he didn’t want to be a burden on you.
Secretly, you and Natasha had finally confronted and arrested the gang but you hadn’t told Thor. You were on your way across the Atlantic Ocean to him, planning on surprising him. You felt rather guilty every time you left but told yourself that this time you wouldn’t leave his side - if you had to go back to New York you’d convince him to come with you. Both of you were sick of the long distance.
One of the main problems with the long distance was time zones; there was always 6 hours between the two of you and so you caught each other at different times. You’d wake up while he was asleep and he would wake up when you were busy working. Then, after you finished working he was usually doing his duties in New Asguard. Finally, you’d get to have a short convocation before you would end it by needing to sleep. That didn’t happen most days but more often than the two of you wished. But now you wouldn’t be stuck in different time zones - you’d be together and wouldn’t have to worry about it again.
Stepping off the plane, you winced at the sunlight burning painfully through your eye lids. In Norway it was 10am but, to you, it was 4am and you weren’t able to get any sleep on the plane.
When it came to flying, you could never sleep which had always been extremely inconvenient since you were always travelling between Norway and America. Jet lag was always a darkness looming above you - your sleep pattern was already fucked up and travelling fucked it up even more.
Moreover, after flying your head felt pressurised and dizzy while your stomach filled with painful knots. You dreaded the day when you would step on another plane.
As you arrived in Norway, your heart filled with utter content and enthusiasm to see Thor. At the airport, you jumped in a taxi and set off for New Asguard.
One of your favourite features of your home was the scenery - you never grew tired of it. The Scandinavian sights were breathtakingly idilic and, somewhat, Edenic. The atmosphere that surrounded the landscape was serene and yet overwhelmed your senses with passion and excitement.
Thor had placed New Asguard far away from any other villages or cities - he only wished for peace and calamity in his new found Haven. Therefore, it was quite a trek from the airport which wasn’t helpful to you as your eyelids kept dragging down during the car journey. However, the sun kept you awake, mercilessly
Most of the drive was a fight against your eyelids but, finally, you had arrived at New Asguard. Stepping out of the taxi, after paying, you were met with the smiling faces of Asguardians passing you by. Many greeted you, welcoming your unexpected return home.
You made your way through the villiage to the house you and Thor shared. Before you reached it, you spotted Valkyrie loading some crates into a truck.
“Hey, Val!” you shouted, waving as she turned at the sound of her name.
“...Y/N?” she replied, hesitantly. The two of you glided closer, sealing your greeting with a tight hug. “What are you doing here? Thor said you wouldn’t return for another week.”
“I wanted to surprise him,” you smiled at her.
“He’ll be thrilled,” she grinned back.
“I hope so,” you giggled while rubbing your, still droopy, eye lids. “Do you know where he is?”
“He’s playing video games with Korg and Meek again,” she rolled her eyes but then focused on you, seriousness apparent on her features. “Are you alright?”
“Me? Yeah I’m fine,” you yawned. “Just a little jet lagged I guess - it feels like 4am for me.”
“Oh, of course,” Valkyrie nodded. “Maybe you should get some sleep before seeing Thor - he can be very loud and irritating,” she joked.
“That’s a good idea,” you laughed as she accompanied you over to the little hut Thor always hung out with Korg and Meek in.
You and Valkyrie stopped at the door and she knocked loudly. Soon after, a familiar voice was heard from inside.
“I told you to leave me alone this morning, Valkyrie, I’m busy here!” The shout came. You and Valkyrie exchanged a smug look and she gestured for you to go inside.
Slowly and cautiously, you opened the door as Valkyrie followed behind you.
“I have someone here to see you, Thor. Someone I know you’d very much like to see,” she called from behind you as the two of you, quietly walked over the heaps of trash on the floor.
“There’s no one I wish to see! Send them away!” Thor commanded, in a frustrated voice.
Finally, stepping into the room you took notice of Thor, Korg and Meek playing together on some video game with mountains of junk food around them. Thor was sat in a pair of sweatpants and socks; he was shirtless as his protruding stomach - which he was usually so self-conscious about - exposed itself. None of the three even bothered to glance up at you or Valkyrie.
“You wouldn’t send me all the way back to New York, now would you?” you smirked, leaning against the door frame.
Thor’s head shot up at your voice. He dropped his game controller with a thud and lunged himself out of his chair, towards you. He captured you in his arms, picking you off the floor and peppering kisses all over your face.
“I’ve missed you with all my heart, Y/N! I can’t believe you’re here!” he yelled, causing your head to ache due to the loud, unexpected noise. Valkyrie was right, maybe you should have slept before seeing Thor.
“I’ve missed you too, sweetie,” you giggled.
As he placed you back down, you held his handsome face in your hands and brought his lips to yours in a hungry, passionate kiss that you had both longed for for weeks. He moaned against your mouth, his tongue savouring every inch of yours he could get.
As you broke apart for breath, you heard Korg mumble, “maybe we should leave these two love birds alone, eh, Meek?”
Thor turned to them, thanking the two and Valkyrie as well. After they left, he turned back to you, placing his large hand on your delicate cheek. You were so precious to him - his whole world.
For a moment, all his attention was on you until he realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Oh,” he mumbled and brought his arms around his stomach to cover himself slightly. Even after all these years together, he was still insecure when you saw him like this.
“Thor, what are you doing?” you squinted, trying to remove his arms from his stomach.
“Nothing,” he smiled. “I’m just a little underdressed for you, that’s all.”
“Sweetie, please don’t be embarrassed. I love you for who you are and I don’t mind how you look! We’ve been over this, Thor,” you assured him, placing your arms around the back of his neck.
This made Thor perk up slightly, grinning down at you. “Thank you, Y/N. You always know exactly what to say, my love.”
You smiled up at him as he brought his face down to yours and rested his forehead upon yours. Your noses touched and your heart soared from this loving, physical connection.
The two of you closed your eyes in content and comfort, finally reunited. However, you closed your eyes in more than content - you were so relaxed that your eyelids had finally lost the determined fight to stay awake. As you drifted off, your body moved closer to Thor’s as your legs went limp. Luckily, Thor caught you just in time as your body pressed flat against his. He held you in his arms and supported you while shaking your shoulders.
“Uh, Y/N?” he asked, in confusion.
“What?” you snapped awake, eyes wide.
“You fell asleep,” Thor laughed, quirking an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about? No I didn’t,” you lied, your eyes starting to feel droopy again.
“Yes you did, you just fell onto me,” Thor chuckled as you almost fell again. “You’re jet lagged, aren’t you?”
You hesitated, scoffing at his words. Then, you looked silently at him as your features lost their smile. “Maybe just a little bit,” you croaked.
Thor chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “Come, let’s get you onto the sofa.” He guided you towards it but you refused to move, shaking your head ferociously.
“No, this place stinks! I don’t wanna sleep on that filthy thing!” you argued and Thor laughed.
“Then can you walk from here to the house?” he questioned.
“Of course I can. It’s not that far away from here,” you replied, waving a hand in the air.
“Alright, then,” Thor chuckled, once again, and let go of you. For a moment, you felt as though you could crumble to the floor but then repositioned your posture and began walking out the door - more like stumbling.
Thor followed behind you, shaking his head in laughter. “I can’t watch this.” Just then, he moved in front of you, ducking down and picking you up by your legs proceeding to throw you over his shoulder.
“Thor!” you laughed. “I’m fine, honestly,” you defended.
“No you’re not. I’m not going to let you fall over. Instead, I’m going to take you home and make sure you’re alright.” His words made your stomach flood with butterflies.
“I’ve missed this,” you mumbled as he carried you down the cobbled paths of New Asguard.
You’d been away for a couple of weeks, visiting your parents and friends up north. They were excited to meet your new boyfriend Thor, who you hadn’t managed to stop talking about, despite your best efforts.
You spoke every night, though talking wasn’t quite the right word. Sometimes you did talk, telling him about the silly mundanities of your small city or a new find you were bringing back with you, him telling you about the latest mishap with the builders in his new cottage.
But on other nights, Thor would be in a teasing mood. He facetimed you so that he could see you before he went to bed. This was one of those times. You locked your door and put on your headphones.
“I miss you, kjære.” His warm, full voice washed over you, a needed balm. His face was shadowed in the low light of the cottage.
“I miss you too, darling.” Longing filled your voice. “I hope you’re not still working, it’s late.”
“I am. I want everything to be finished by the time you return. The electrical installation is finally complete, so I’m testing the lights I rewired.”
You could see his excitement. You’d been helping him find furniture and happened across a few large glass pendants. Thor loved them, so you bought them as a gift.
“Oh! How are they?”
He turned on the light, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. He pointed the camera at the pendants. They really were a perfect choice, delicate, but masculine.
“Beautiful. I’m in the sitting room, admiring the view.” He showed you a clean room ready to be painted, the window facing the sea. “Though it would be much better with you here. I keep thinking about how much nicer the view would be with you on top of me.”
You huffed out a laugh, which made him smile delightedly. “Odinson, you bastard. Don’t.”
“Don’t do what? Imagine my girlfriend and the pretty sounds she would make with my fingers inside her?” He was so damn handsome. And annoying. Really annoying.
You rubbed your thighs together. Since that fateful day in his warehouse, you and Thor fucked constantly. Being apart was making you crazy. Which he knew.
“Thor,” you said softly, your eyes flickering towards the door. You felt like a teenager again, afraid of getting caught. “Please.”
“Just imagine how good I would feel between your legs. God, if only I could fuck you right now. I’m going to have you in every room so that you know it’s your home, too. When you want it to be.”
You whimpered, both aroused and touched. He always knew what to say.
“Shh, godjenta. You wouldn’t want your parents to hear you. Are you turned on? My dick is hard just thinking about you.”
His voice was slightly breathy. This wasn’t fair. You could hear him jerking off as he kept his camera trained on his face. His breath came out in small huffs from his rosy lips, his eyes hooded. You ached for him. It was unbearable now that you knew how he felt inside you, how his sweat tasted on your tongue, how he felt on top of you, pushing harder and deeper until you sobbed his name.
You slowly reached into your pyjama bottoms and played with your clit, wishing it was his tongue instead of your fingers.
“I wish you were here to see what you do to me. I need you, vennen. Already my cock leaks, and you are not here to catch the spill.” He showed you his glistening tip, smearing it down his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” you murmured. The silence was punctured by the faint sound of your parents laughing at the television downstairs.
He moved the camera away, pointing it at the uncovered window. The moon sat large in the sky, bathed in red. In the distance the dark sea swelled and pushed forward on the bright sand, the colourful beach huts dark.
“It’s the Hunter’s moon tonight. The beach is fully illuminated, it’s always an amazing sight. I wish you could see it properly. I’d sit you on my lap so that we could look out at the night sky together. I’d slide you up and down my cock as I told you about the stars. Would you like that, vennen?”
“Yes,” you whispered. You’d like that very much.
“Always such a good girl for me. Are you touching yourself right now?”
You nodded. “Mmhmm.”
He sighed happily, his gaze ravenous. “Show me.”
You carefully held your phone aloft. You pulled up your star-printed top, showing him your breasts. It was an unseasonably cold October night and the air made your nipples instantly hard. You pinched and caressed them before your hand went lower. You could see the focus in Thor’s face as he jerked off to you.
You wiggled out of your bottoms and brought the phone closer to your pussy, showing him your fingers as they moved in and out of your folds, soaked and shining. The movement made him groan as he heard your cunt being filled, begging for his touch.
“That’s it, kjære. Your cunt is so beautiful, I wish I could taste you.”
His words made you gasp. You brought the phone back up to your face, wanting to see him. You could see the threads of grey starting to form in his beard, as though the moonlight had claimed him. Your guilty face made him chuckle.
“Quiet, my darling.” His cheeky grin annoyed you.
“Easy for you to say, Odinson. I wish you could be here with me, instead of teasing me over the phone.”
You sighed, your voice becoming needy. “I keep fantasizing about you tying me up and fucking me from behind, going slowly as you tell me how good I am at taking your dick. You try to edge me but you can’t because my pussy’s so wet and inviting. And so you fuck me roughly, shoving your fingers in my mouth as you fill me with your thick cock.”
You smiled at Thor’s desperate look. That’s what he got for torturing you like this. Though it didn’t help the ache you felt. “Does that sound good, honey? Doing what you want with my pretty pussy? Keeping my legs spread far apart so you can see what belongs to you, and how pretty I look filled with your come?”
“Kjære,” he groaned, his strokes becoming rougher.
You’d learned over the months that Thor loved bondage. Not for the power play, but because he thought you looked like a work of art. He loved being able to gaze at your pussy or asshole while your thighs were kept apart by a spreader. Loved your expression of bliss as he worked out various positions to contort you into with rope. Loved how you transformed when hogtied and blindfolded, your trusting face making him feel tender even as he pushed his tip past your lips.
He never degraded you or was particularly mean. He just wanted to see every facet of you, especially when you were in the throes of pleasure. You were forever his godjenta, and he was proud to be your man.
You smiled softly at him. “I’m going to put my phone down, darling. I want to listen to you jerking off, okay? It turns me on so much to know you’re thinking about me. We can do it together.”
“I love you, vennen,” he said quietly.
“Oh honey, I love you too.”
You put down the phone, listening to your lover through your headphones. He sounded glorious, and you closed your eyes as you touched and fondled yourself to the sound of his firm strokes and softly moaned curses. You couldn’t help but softly whimper as that deep ache grew, winding its way down to your core.
Thor was deliciously vocal, his pants and low cries making you drip onto your fingers. You placed them into your mouth, wishing it was his thick fingers pressing onto your tongue. Your muffled happy moan only fuelled him.
His huffed moans grew louder and faster, he was close. You could hear how roughly he was jerking off, his exclaimed ‘oh fuck!’ becoming a desperate growl. It turned you on so fucking much.
You encouraged him, your voice soft. “God, baby, you sound so good. Are you going to come for me? Wish you could come all over my face, wanna be covered in you.”
Thor’s whimpered moan made your pussy clench. His curses increased, tumbling over each other, the need for you dripping from each hard, rough word.
“C’mon darling, say my name. I want to hear my name when you come.” You felt as desperate as he did, your slick covered fingers rubbing your clit.
You shut your eyes, focussing on his voice and the fiery warmth that radiated through you as you touched yourself. In that moment, it felt as though you were connected rather than hundreds of miles apart. You ran your fingers over soft linen before bunching them between your fingers. Your legs twisted and splayed beneath your warm bedding as you hid your face in your pillow.
Thor shuddered out your name as he came, his booming voice hushed and his breaths heavy. It filled your ears like the sweetest song.
“God, kjære.” His words were a contented rumble. “My beautiful, filthy girl. Are you close?”
“Yeah.” Your voice was breathy. You imagined him atop you, filling you with deep, punishing thrusts, your thighs wrapped around him as he murmured delicious obscenities on your lips-
You came with shaky gasps, trembling as you tried to regain your breath. You laughed softly as you picked up your phone.
“I miss you so much, Thunderbuns. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Less than a week left, my love.” His smile couldn’t hide his tiredness. “Then I can hold you for as long as I like.”
“I look forward to it. But please promise me that you’re going to bed soon. It’s already midnight.” You turned to your side, looking at him with concern. He worked too hard.
Thor yawned as he stretched. He nodded, resting his cheek in his large palm. “As always, you are the sensible one. Good night, darling.”
“Night, my love.”
Thor rushed to the front door of the cottage as he heard the doorbell ring. He was in the midst of moving boxes to the right rooms.
His heart thudded in his chest when he looked out the peephole and saw you waiting, small boxes in hand. He quickly opened the door and took the boxes, pulling you into a one-armed hug.
“I’ve missed you, vennen.” He kissed your forehead. He put the boxes down and held you in a tight embrace, almost lifting you off the floor.
“Missed you, too,” you whispered, resting your head against him. “I brought you some housewarming presents. They’re homemade bread and scones from my parents.”
“Perfect, I’ve made a picnic for lunch. This will be a welcome addition.” It had been a busy morning for him, but he wanted to welcome you back properly.
You shut your eyes. You still marvelled that he was yours. “I don’t deserve you.”
Thor tsked in response, not letting go.
You both fell silent, enjoying the feeling of being together again. You pulled away, smiling delightedly as you took him in. He wore faded jeans and a well-worn fisherman’s jumper that was soft to the touch. “How did I get such a handsome boyfriend? You look like you’ve stepped out of a Christmas advert, I love it.”
Thor chuckled. “Did I not tell you that I started an Only Fans account while you were gone? I wear cosy jumpers and nothing else. It’s very popular.”
You groaned as your core clenched. “Don’t joke, Thor. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing to you, darling. You look so lovely when you’re flustered.” He tilted your chin upwards, taking in his favourite sight.
You ignored his self-satisfied smile and those crinkled eyes full of merriment. “Haven’t you teased me enough this month, Odinson? All I’ve wanted is you and you’re still denying me.”
He rested his forehead against yours, holding your hands in his. “You’re right, vennen min. I have a housewarming present for you.”
“Really?”
Thor nodded. “Yes, of course. Close your eyes.”
This was unexpected. But you supposed that you shouldn’t be surprised. He always thought of you, even when it came to his new home. You closed your eyes and allowed Thor to lead you around boxes and furniture. Soft warnings of ‘careful, darling’ peppered the air as he steered you towards safety.
He stopped, draping an arm around your shoulder. “Open your eyes, tell me what you think.”
You were in a bright, cosy room, with the desk from your shop that he had painstakingly renovated. It was good as new, the dark wood gleaming. But something else caught your eye. A plush, inviting antique armchair next to the large window. The beach was quiet below. The perfect place to relax after a long day.
“It’s lovely, baby.” You ran your fingers over the chair’s soft green velvet. A small box sat in the centre of the chair, on top of a thick blanket. “Is that for me?”
“It is, kjære. Open it.” There was a hint of nervousness to Thor’s voice.
You quickly unwrapped the box and removed the lid. A set of keys sat nestled inside. You removed them, unable to keep the smile off your face. “Oh, Thor.”
He pushed his hair back. “You can come here whenever you like, even if it is just to visit the beach. It’s quiet this far down, very peaceful this time of year. And I wanted this room to be a sanctuary for you. I thought that perhaps we could decorate it together, if you like.”
“I’d like that very much, you sweet, wonderful man.” You placed the keys in your pocket and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.
He didn’t have time to feel relieved or excited. Once you kissed him, that was all that mattered. His kiss was filled with weeks of yearning, filthy and tender and so desperately needy.
You wrapped his hair around your fingers, tugging gently as he pushed you into your new chair. He moaned at the sensation of his head slowly being pulled back as he bent above you.
You nuzzled his beard, kissing his jawline. “God, I missed how good you smell.”
Thor pulled his head forward, his gaze intense. “It was unbearable without you. I was counting down the days.”
“It was only Northumberland!” you teased, but you understood. You felt the same way. You loved seeing everyone again and visiting your old haunts, but it felt like a different country. You’d become homesick for the life you’d made. And your tender boyfriend who fucked like a god.
He took your hand and guided it downwards, over his heart, across the comforting expanse of his stomach, until you felt the hot swell of his straining jeans. You caressed him over the fabric, your lips parting as you listened to his quickening breaths. Your eyes flickered up to him. Despite the cool weather, you felt overheated. Your heart pounded in your ears.
“See how you unravel me, godjenta? One kiss and I am undone. I want you, darling, and I will have you.” He dropped to his knees and pulled you to the edge of the armchair, making you giggle.
He lifted you enough to shimmy your jeans off, his movements unhurried. It was no secret that you took pleasure in his easy strength. He kissed you sweetly, his boyish smile warming your heart. “But for now, I think that I will show you how much I missed you.”
You stood and slowly pulled down your underwear. Thor looked up at you with adoration, holding you steady as you kicked them off. The blanket was surprisingly soft on your bare skin as you sat back down.
Thor spread your thighs apart, his callused fingers warm against your yielding flesh. He let out a contented sigh when he saw your glistening folds, just waiting for his loving touch. His cottage was complete and you were back. The world was right again.
He put your legs on his shoulders, his eyes heavy with need. “I’ve missed the taste of your beautiful cunt, and I think she’s missed me too!” He chuckled at your exasperated groan. He would change your tune very soon, he was sure of that.
With a wicked smile he buried himself between your legs. He had to make up for a month of lost time.
You clutched the top of the chair, your back arching towards him. He held you firmly against him. He wanted you to take it all, to know how much he loved you. Moans dripped from your lips as Thor ate you out, his eyes hungrily taking in your closed eyes and slack mouth.
A blissful smile spread on your lips as he groaned into your pussy, the grateful sound making your pussy clench. That familiar jolt to your core was beginning to grow as you climbed its ecstatic heights. Soon you would lose yourself fully to pleasure, happy to let Thor wring every last moan, cry and gasp from you with that talented, insatiable tongue.
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 6,423 words
Plot: After moving to a new village to open an antique shop, you befriend Thor, the local woodworker. But you aren’t sure what to do about your growing feelings…
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with sex, including rough sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, rough kissing and dirty talk. Brief mention of family death and illness.
Notes: This was meant to be short, lol. I finally wrote a chubby Thor AU! I’ve listened to way too much 80s metal to get in the right headspace for this story. Thor is a comic accurate 6’6.
Tagging: @megamindsecretlair
What had drawn you to this sleepy seaside village, besides the stunning views, was its quaint shops and thriving community. It was the perfect place to open your antique shop, finally moving from an online business to bricks and mortar. Against all odds, your cosy, quirky shop was a success.
You travelled around the country finding pieces from people trying to clear out Granny’s cottage for a quick house flip. Sometimes, the pieces were in amazing condition, needing only a quick clean and wax before they were put out on the shop floor. But sometimes they needed more help than you could give.
Luckily for you, your town had another hidden bonus. Thor Odinson, the hot woodworker and furniture restorer who worked across the road.
It was hard not to notice him. He looked like a viking, tall and massively strong. His long hair was sun-kissed blond, his dark beard thick and well-trimmed. He was burly, with muscular, tattooed arms and a large, soft stomach that you wanted to lay your head on.
He was just so damned masculine. He wore it with ease, lifting large, heavy furniture like they were toys and using tools like they were made for his hands only. Watching him wield a hammer shouldn’t have been as exhilarating as it was.
You looked forward to bringing him new pieces, and he enjoyed how interested you were in the process. He sometimes came by your shop just to chat on his lunch break, his booming voice and jovial, easy laughter brightening an otherwise stressful day.
He was more sensitive and thoughtful than he appeared, explaining the science behind some of the tools he created, and the new crafts he was learning to build his own little cottage. He was fascinating.
On one bright, summer day, you stopped by Thor’s shop with lunch in hand. You’d made katsu curry the night before and it was too much for one person to get through. A quick glance revealed that he wasn’t in the shop. Instead, his younger sibling Loki was at the counter, their expression bored as they flipped through a magazine.
Thor had mentioned that they would be around over the summer, helping Thor to look after their ailing father. He’d spoken with pride about his sibling, the cutting-edge playwright. He also told you that their relationship had always been tumultuous, especially after their mother died. You were happy that they were talking again.
“Hiya, Loki, right?” You told them your name. “Thor’s told me so much about you. I own the shop across the road, I have lunch and a new project for Thor if he’s around?”
Loki gave you an intense, unnerving look before giving you a small smile. “How charming. My brother is in his offsite workshop today, I believe that he is creating a staircase. I’m sure that he would enjoy a diversion. Do you know where it is?”
Loki sounded so much posher than their brother, though they both shared the same slightly old-fashioned way of speaking. They looked so different, it was like night and day. You nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been before.”
“Splendid.”
You looked in your bag. “Would you like a pastry, I have danishes.”
Loki’s smile was more genuine this time, making them appear younger, sweeter. “Thank you, but my boyfriend is bringing me lunch soon.”
You smiled and waved as you walked out the door. “See you around, enjoy your break.”
Thor’s workshop was only a few streets away, in one of the old Victorian warehouses. Most had been turned into hip cafes, shops or breweries. You texted him to tell him you were coming, but didn’t get a response. Not surprising, he never checked his messages.
You walked in, admiring his new work. He usually fixed his larger pieces here. You gently ran your hand over an elegant walnut chair, marvelling at its smooth, clean lines. You had a feeling that this was destined for his new cottage. One wall was covered in tools, some crafted by Thor himself. He never accepted the compliment, but he was an artist.
“Hey, Thor? I brought you lunch, hope you’re hungry!” Your voice echoed in the large space. You placed the bag on an empty table. When he didn’t answer, you walked to his office, a small room tucked away in the back.
You remembered that he’d told you once that he listened to metal when drafting new pieces. He said it invigorated him. It also made it impossible for him to hear anything.
You knocked softly on his door. You could hear tinny music coming from inside. You turned the knob, opening the door slowly, just a crack.
Thor sat hunched at his desk, facing away from you. For a moment, you thought he was working. Until you heard it. The occasional soft, panting grunt. The obscene sound of his fist moving over his dick in firm strokes. You froze.
You couldn’t see anything, only hear the quiet, forceful sound of him chasing his pleasure. You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be listening to something so intimate. You should leave immediately.
But you remained, transfixed. Thor’s chair swivelled with his movements, turning to the side. With a whispered curse you ducked behind the door. You peered around, curiosity winning over decency.
Thor's arm rested on the swell of his stomach. You couldn’t help but admire the bulge of his arm, covered in vibrant tattoos, tanned by working in the hot July sun. But that admiration quickly shifted. His large, calloused hand was wrapped around the base of his thick, veiny shaft. It was even better looking than you had imagined.
“Fuck,” he said in a soft growl, and you couldn’t help but echo that statement, your pussy clenching at the deepness of his voice as he stroked his dick.
His messy blond hair fell into his face as he leaned forward. You wished at that moment that you could be between his large thighs. You’re going straight to Hell , you thought. No waiting in the queue, just straight to the infernal gates .
He murmured something that made your heart skip a beat. He said your name with a desperate yearning that made you feel as though the ground had suddenly become unsteady.
He’s thinking of me?
You moved away from the door as Thor’s hand gripped the arm of his chair, his strokes becoming faster. You felt guilty, you’d already seen more than you should. But part of you felt even guiltier that you wanted to see more, that it had turned you on.
You hurried out of the warehouse, quickly sending another message that you dropped off lunch.
You didn’t return to your shop, instead quickly walking back home. The sound of Thor’s grunts still filled your ears, the vision of his legs spread and fingers curved around his dick pushing out all other thoughts. You needed release or you were going to be useless all day.
The next day passed as normal, as though your world hadn’t unexpectedly tilted on its axis. You were flattered that he fantasised about you, but it left you at a loss on what to do next. Your practical side worried about how this might affect your business. Thor was the best restorer you’d met in a while.
The bell over the door broke your reverie. You looked up and were greeted by Thor’s cheerful grin. Don’t look suspicious!
You smiled back with an awkward, small wave. His hair was loose again, and he wore a muscle tee under a plaid shirt and heavy work jeans. He strolled to the counter, his heavy boots creaking on the old floor with every step. Cornflower blue eyes looked at you good-naturedly as he leaned against wood and glass.
“Thank you for the lunch yesterday, it was just what I needed. I hope that you weren’t waiting long.” He placed down cleaned tupperware.
“Uh, no! Not at all. Loki told me where you were, and I wanted to ask you about a new possible project, but, erm. You weren’t around. Or I couldn't find you, at least!” You gave a small, nervous chuckle. Damn it.
Thor gazed at you with the same intense stare as his sibling, as though he was able to see into your mind. But the moment passed just as quickly. He smiled fondly at you.
“So, what do you have for me this time, vennen ?”
You moved around the counter. “You’ll love it. Georgian writing table, mahogany. It’s gorgeous, but the drawers are falling apart and it’s missing some detailing. The wood’s also been damaged and stained in places.”
You led him to the back room, where your new stock was waiting to be cleaned and priced. Thor whistled when you showed him the piece.
“It’s beautiful.” He walked around the desk, inspecting it carefully. You knew he was making a list of everything that needed repair, debating the best way to fix the larger issues. He rubbed his beard in thought. “I need this for my cottage. Let me pay you for it.”
You scratched the back of your neck. “Yeah, of course. Gimme £500 for it.”
Thor protested, his face serious. “ Vennen , no, that’s much too cheap. This must be worth at least two grand.”
“Yeah, but if I deduct the cost of your labour and mate’s rates- it’s fine, Odinson. I barely paid anything for it.” You were as surprised as he was by the words coming out of your mouth. Why did you want to practically give away this antique?
Because he wanted it, and you wanted him to have whatever made his face fill with such happiness.
He took your hand, shaking his head. His touch sent a surge of want through you, making your cunt ache. “No, I will pay you properly. I insist. I will not take advantage of our friendship.”
You nodded, not trusting your words. “Okay.”
He looked down at your hand, as if suddenly realising what he had done. He gently stroked your palm with his thumb, a small lightning bolt tattooed beneath his knuckle. The large silver rings on his fingers pressed against your skin. His hand dwarfed yours, and yet his touch was delicate.
He moved away, quickly jamming his hands in his back pockets. He looked around the room for a moment. “Er, I can pick this up after work, I’ll need to collect my van.” He scratched his cheek. “I should go, Loki becomes murderous without a proper lunch.”
Your smile was strained. “Yeah, sure, of course. See you later.”
He hesitated for a moment, before thinking better of it. “See you soon.”
You walked him out of the stockroom, waving goodbye before helping a customer. But you couldn’t help but watch him as he strolled across the street.
You were humming along to the radio as you straightened up the shop and emptied the till. You’d worried so much about whether you’d be able to make this shop work. But business was steady, and your neighbours were welcoming. And sexy , you thought. With a dick that would look perfect in my mouth-
A rap on the door interrupted your increasingly filthy thoughts. You smoothed down your skirt before hurrying to the front of the shop. Thor waited patiently for you to unlock the door, gazing at the still sunny sky. You chatted amiably as you moved through the shop, though he seemed quieter than usual.
You pulled open the back door, letting in the evening sunlight. “Do you need help carrying it?”
He chuckled softly. “You always ask, and I always give you the same answer.”
You shrugged as you moved out of his way. “What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”
You both lapsed into silence as he moved the desk, the muscles in his arms bulging as he carried it to his van.
Thor closed the van doors with a heavy thunk. He turned back to you, his eyes piercing. “I’ll be working in my warehouse next week, if you want to stop by for lunch again. I usually take a short break in my office around two. I keep the door unlocked, though I suppose you know that now. I-” He paused. “I would not mind if you visited.”
Your face felt hot with embarrassment and nausea-inducing shame. He knew. He knew you saw him, that you were a Peeping Tom. Fuck .
You bit your lip as you looked down, afraid to face the judgement in his face. It took a second for his words to register properly. He knew and he was inviting you back?
You looked at him, your eyes wide. He gave you a brusque nod, his eyes dark with uncertainty. “Good night, I will send you an invoice next week so that you can tell me the final price.”
He turned to leave and you hesitated, embarrassment and desire warring within you. “Thor, wait,” you said softly. He turned around, crossing his arms. I’m so sorry, it was an accident, that isn’t me-
“I’m travelling next week, but I’m around on Monday. I can stop by in the afternoon. For, erm, lunch.”
Thor’s hopeful smile wiped away your bad feelings and unspoken apology. “Until then, vennen min . Have a nice weekend.”
Your smile was equally hopeful. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”
“Perhaps I might over lunch.” His tone was playful. Cheeky bastard .
“Night, Thor. See you soon.” You closed the door after waving goodbye, letting out a small exhilarated squeal. The rapid change of emotion left your heart racing and your blood thundering in your ears. You leaned on the door until you felt steady again.
If he wasn’t embarrassed, then you’d try not to be, either. Especially since he’d invited you back under the pretence of lunch.
Monday couldn’t come fast enough.
When Monday arrived, the hours zoomed by. You wore a cherry patterned sundress and a light cardigan, enough to make you presentable at work but still desirable to your restorer.
At two you closed for lunch and walked to the warehouse. When you passed by Thor’s shop, Loki greeted you with a wave and a smirk. You waved back but hurried on. You knocked on the warehouse door, looking at the people sitting outside at the cafe next door.
Thor opened the door, covered in sweat and dust. He wore an apron covered in wood stain and paint. His eyes brightened as he took you in. “Come in, apologies for the mess.”
“It’s alright, no worries.” You couldn’t help but smile at how handsome he looked, even though he was messy. He wore thin, black glasses and his braided hair fell over his broad shoulder.
He locked the door behind you. “Give me a few minutes to clean up, I’ll be back.” He gestured to a midcentury sofa in a corner. “It’s safe to sit on, I promise. Make yourself comfortable.”
He seemed almost flustered. It was cute. You flipped through a magazine as you waited, looking at photos of lovely countryside homes. You tried to ignore the nervousness that began to creep in uninvited.
Hard rock played softly on the radio, interrupted by the patter of the dj and a few adverts. Thor emerged after ten minutes, his hair damp. He wore a knit shirt over a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He sat down next to you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry about last week. I didn’t mean to spy on you during an intimate moment. Though you should really lock your doors!” You couldn’t help yourself. “What if I were a- a burglar! Or a murderer?”
He chuckled as he moved closer to you. “I think I could handle myself if you were trying to murder me, or steal from me.”
“Not if I caught you unawares,” you replied. “I could steal one of your hammers.”
That made him laugh outright, the booming sound echoing in the large space. “No one could lift my hammers, they’re too heavy.”
“Whatever. So is the lunchtime self-pleasure session a normal thing?” You watched his face for some hidden clue. Maybe he was secretly a pervert.
“No! No.” He sighed. “There are five of us in a small house- Father, his carer, me, and now Loki and their boyfriend for the summer. There’s no privacy. So if I need release, this is the only place where I have any solitude.”
You exhaled. You knew that his dad was very ill, but didn’t think how complicated that would make things. “God, of course. I’m sorry.”
He looked at you, his sad smile fleeting. “Please, there’s no need for apologies. It’s only temporary. My cottage will be finished by autumn and my old man is being cared for.”
You looked down at the magazine in your hand, rolling it up. You gave Thor’s thigh a soft whack, a mischievous smile teasing your lips. “So. When did I become part of your ‘release’?”
The question surprised him, making him wince. “Fuck. You heard that?”
“Yeah. That day was a big surprise.”
He leaned back on the sofa, turning his head towards you. “I’m attracted to you, it would be hard not to be. You’re wonderful.”
“Oh, Thor. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“We work together, vennen. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I know that I’m not to everyone’s taste.”
You groaned in exasperation. “We’re both idiots.” You moved closer, until you were sitting beside him. You smoothed down your dress. “Seeing you touch that thick cock of yours turned me on so much that I couldn’t go straight back to work. I had to go home because I was dripping wet at the thought of you fucking me.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, helpless. You could see the stirrings of his erection.
“You’re handsome, kind and wonderfully inventive. I always look forward to seeing you and chatting. It makes my day, if I’m honest. I really like you, Thor. But feelings can wait. I need you to fuck me, please don’t make me beg.”
He put an arm around you and brought you tight against him. It was heavenly how strong he was. His smile was radiant as he brought his lips closer to yours. He hesitated, trying to memorise this second of endless possibility.
“Please don’t tease me,” you whispered.
He kissed you and it wasn’t gentle. He pushed you onto the sofa, never reliquenshing his embrace. He ground against you as he pressed filthy kisses against your lips. He was desperate to taste you, his tongue meeting yours to claim you. You whimpered when he bit your bottom lip, teeth raking against soft skin before he kissed you again with a sweetness that made you ache.
He felt like both the shelter and the storm, unceasing in how much he wanted you. You met every touch, rising to every kiss, bite and his fiendish, knowing tongue, which travelled down your throat, towards your breasts. He unbuttoned your dress, impatient to taste more of you.
You shrugged off your dress and cardigan, revealing your surprise. Underneath your demure outfit was your best attempt at heavy metal fantasy. You wore a black latex bra and thong that shone under the warehouse lights. The plunging bra had harness straps that curved over the top of your breasts, a small buckle between the cups. The thong was small and begging to be pulled off, with more harness straps around your waist.
Thor’s mind went blank. He rubbed his beard as he took you in, muttering something in a language you didn’t understand. His voice was deeper, the words oddly melodic.
You sat up, feeling unsure. Maybe this was a silly idea. “Do you like it?”
“You’re perfect,” he said, his wonderment causing an unexpected warmth. He was so honest that you knew he meant it.
He kissed your body with fervour, moving lingerie aside to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. His eyes seared into you as he watched your stuttered gasps and soft pants, sated only by your pleasure.
He held your thighs up with ease as he pulled your thong off with his teeth. He ate your cunt like a man famished, not bothering with a gentle lead up. He wanted you and he would have you. His beard created a delicious friction against your skin as his tongue lapped up your soaked pussy.
Your fingers clutched the sofa cushions, your panting turning into wanton moans. His thick, ringed fingers entered you as his talented mouth travelled to your clit, lavishing it with needed attention.
The warehouse filled with the sound of your pussy being filled and your desperate, whining pleas. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Thor, please don’t stop, oh! Feels so good! ‘M so close, need more baby, please!
He grunted at the breathy breaks in your voice, his dick straining against his trousers. His curved fingers dragged against your walls as he pumped in and out of you. A wail wafted from the radio, the singer’s lewd moans matching your own. He put your legs down so that he could kiss you as he fucked you, his touch possessive and his beard soaking wet.
You came with a shaky cry on his lips, which he gratefully accepted. He removed his fingers, drenched in your slick. He stuffed them in your mouth, your tongue sliding over the cool metal of his rings before you tasted yourself on his rough fingers. It turned you on to see how he watched you, his expression enrapt as your tongue caught every drop.
You shut your eyes as you lustily sucked his fingers, his low moan making your pussy spasm. He removed his hand and leaned over you.
“I need to fuck you, now.” His earnest face was serious.
“Then fuck me.”
He picked you up and carried you to one of his empty worktops. He sat you down on top, giving you one more sweet kiss, his hands clutching your hips. “In a moment, I’m going to turn you around, and I’m going to fuck you from behind. I’ve dreamed of how pretty your arse would look while I fill up your cunt. Is that alright?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Speak to me, kjær .” His tone was gentle.
“Please Thor, fill me up. I need you inside me.”
You whimpered when he spread your legs wide, pressing two fingers inside you once more. He stroked you slowly before adding a third, watching how pretty your pussy looked as his fingers disappeared inside. Your dark skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs trembled.
You gasped in surprise when he playfully bit your nipple, his tongue immediately there to soothe and push you closer to the edge. He spoke softly in your ear as his strokes became rougher and your sobs more frequent.
“ Vennen has many meanings. Most straightforwardly, it means friend, which I consider you. Our friendship means a great deal to me.” His fingers found your spot, and you moaned and held on to him as he focused his attention on making you pant like an animal in heat.
He continued as he hit your spot again and again. “But vennen also means darling or sweetheart. Vennen min is my darling. I’ve longed to make you mine, to taste you, to kiss you.” His voice was husky. “If we grow closer, it will mean my love. I hope that it will mean that one day. Kjær means dear, which you are to me. Would you like to learn more?”
“ Please .”
“ Godjenta . That means good girl, which you are being right now. Will you keep being a good girl for me?” He smiled happily as your cunt clenched around his fingers.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
Thor picked you up and flipped you around, pressing you against the table. He kissed your back as he unzipped his jeans. He pulled himself free and stroked his dick at the sight of you, bent over and begging so sweetly for him.
You held your breath as he gripped your hip, knowing what was coming. However, knowledge didn’t stop you from crying out as he entered you slowly. You could barely take him, even as your slick eased his path.
Thor gasped in pleasure, his eyes dazed as your pussy took him in. You were made for him. You moved away involuntarily, feeling stuffed to the brim. He pulled you back towards him, keeping you still.
“Darling, be good for me,” he murmured. He grunted as he angled you to his liking, eschewing slowness for desperate need. He bottomed out, his low, delighted fuck settling deep in your core as his balls rubbed against your ass.
Each thrust made you cry out, your thighs jiggling as he pulled out completely, entering you again and again as though trying to recreate that first moment of transcendent bliss.
Thor leaned over you as he fucked you, his stomach reassuringly solid against your back. He held you close to him, threading his fingers through yours as his strokes became more punishing. He smelled earthy and comforting, his sweat mingling with yours.
He overwhelmed you with sweet words as his thick cock stretched you to your limits, dragging against your walls until your eyes rolled back and you made guttural sounds that rose deep from your gut. And still he praised you as he rubbed your clit, until you came on his cock, seeing stars. But he wasn’t satisfied, he couldn’t be. He’d dreamed of this and didn’t want it to end.
Pleasure and pain wrapped together until you felt like you were caught adrift in a storm, with only Thor to guide you back. He turned you back around so that he could kiss you and see how beautiful you looked with his dick inside you, how pretty you looked as your glistening body shook and your back arched with the strength of another orgasm.
“So beautiful, kjær , you can come again for me, I know you can.” Thor stroked your hair tenderly and wiped the tears from your eyes.
He held your thighs aloft, almost folding you in half as he fucked you roughly, the sound of his dick claiming your pussy drowning out the radio. He looked almost imperial standing above you, the intensity of his desire to have you making you quake. And still that damnable softness in his gaze remained even as he conquered you.
With each deep thrust as he showed you that your cunt, which so snugly enveloped him and welcomed him back in, was his and only his. There was no need to say it, you both knew. He fucked you like his life depended on you shattering beneath him, and so you did. As many times as he demanded, until you thought that you would lose yourself completely.
Thor held you, kissing you softly. His movements slowed, so that you could feel every slow, aching stroke. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you, forcing him deeper.
“ Godjenta min ,” he said softly, his voice rumbling like thunder across your skin. “My perfect girl. I’m close, can I come inside you? I want to see you dripping with me under that pretty dress.”
You threw your head back with a moan. He was so fucking sincere, he made dirty talk sound like the natural order of things. You almost found yourself nodding, of course you wanted to go back to work filled with his come, your thong a weak barrier for his load. Fuck, the thought of working all afternoon while his seed leaked from your spent pussy made you come again. This was getting ridiculous. Was Thor secretly a sex god?
“No.” You giggled at his heartbroken expression. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you. Do you want me to be your good girl and suck your dick?”
Thor looked as though Christmas had come early, not quite believing his luck. “I would like that very much.”
You laughed as you kissed him again, enjoying the softness of his beard and the hungry eagerness of his lips. You put your legs down, sitting up on your elbows. “Go sit on the sofa, baby.”
When he pulled out, you missed him immediately. You ached in the best possible way, you wondered if you’d feel him for days to come. You pulled him down for one more kiss, the fabric of his t-shirt bunching in your hand. He was immensely kissable.
He sat down, spreading his legs wide. He stroked his cock as he watched you, his expression rapt. For weeks afterwards you’d think about this image as you reached between your thighs, of him waiting for you, wanting you, all of you.
You stood up on wobbly legs, making your way towards him. He’d placed a cushion between his feet to protect you from the hard concrete. You knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes. It felt like worship, but you weren’t sure which one of you was doing the worshipping.
His dick sat thick and heavy in his large hand, his fingers deftly travelling his length. You bit your lip in anticipation.
Adoringly you kissed his tip before taking him into your mouth. You thrilled at his shuddered gasp as you took him deeper. You looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in bliss. You pulled away from him, needing to tease him just a little.
His disappointed groan was cut short as you licked and fondled his balls, earning you an appreciative moan. You licked a path up the underside of his cock, revelling in the feel of him on your tongue, the taste of sweat and him . Your fingers dipped between your folds as you swallowed him again, going further still.
He made you feel greedy as you bobbed on his dick, almost drooling at the size as you took it down your throat. You couldn’t help but gag as you tried to accommodate his girth. Thor grunted as your throat constricted around him. He placed a shaking hand on your face, caressing your cheek.
“So good,” he growled out. “Look at me, kjær .” He moaned at your wrecked expression, your watery eyes hazy with lust, your mouth still trying to take him fully. He could hear the wonderful obscenity of you desperately fingering your soaked cunt, turned on all over again.
“Do you need help, darling?” he asked. “Do you want more of me?” He chuckled as you nodded.
Thor carefully held your head, fucking your mouth with careful thrusts. He sighed at your muffled grunts as he made you take every inch. You had to remember to breathe, to not choke on his length. But it all became too much for him as he looked down at you, at your trusting face and beautiful body.
He held you still as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts, moaning triumphantly. He released your head, his cock still dripping on your tongue as he pulled out. You rested between his thighs, happily exhausted.
He helped you up, bringing you into his lap. He kissed you passionately, enjoying the taste of himself on your tongue. He couldn’t help but touch you once more, just to make you happy. It was all he wanted. Those ringed fingers brought you quickly to the edge as you grinded against him, your forehead resting against his, your soft pants ghosting across his lips.
“Fuck, darling, you feel so good, you’re so good, so good,” you whined, your voice raspy.
“You marvellous, beautiful girl. I want to fuck you all day. But I demand that you come on my fingers. Now.”
His commanding voice shocked you. Or rather, it shook you to your core, raging through every synapse and vein. You came with a ragged sob, sagging against him. Thor quickly removed his hand, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled your cheek, holding you until your breathing steadied and your body stilled.
You both looked at each other and laughed at the afternoon’s turn of events. You stretched your arms over your head, causing Thor to admonish you.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to have you again.”
You scoffed as you tried to rise, but Thor gathered you back into his embrace. You tried not to smile at his antics. “You’re insatiable, Odinson.”
“Yes, you’ve brought this out of me. I truly could fuck you all day. You looked so pretty sucking my cock, I want to see how lovely you look with my come painting your breasts.” He continued, hearing your sharp inhale. He grabbed your hips, thrusting slowly against you with a sly grin. “Or perhaps I should show you how well I can take care of your delicious cunt. I could feast on you for hours.”
“Fucking hell, Thor! You’re an absolute menace.” This wouldn’t do, you were both getting aroused again.
His grin softened. “But what I would like most of all is take you to lunch by the beach, and hold your hand while we talk. I have longed to do that with you, vennen . And perhaps we could arrange a date night once you return from your travels.”
“I’d like that. Maybe you could come to my place for dinner, stay the night. I- I’ve often thought about how it would feel to wake up in your arms.” An embarrassed heat wended its way through you.
He looked at you so tenderly that it felt indecent. “That would make me incredibly happy.”
Grudgingly you climbed off Thor, who looked as unhappy about it as you were. You gathered up your clothes as he led you to the small bathroom. You had to stop him from following you in, or else you’d never leave.
Once you’d both cleaned up and got dressed, it was almost like you had imagined it. But your cunt was still sore and aching at the thought of him. His lustful hands had left the telltale tenderness of invisible bruising. And you both had been honest with each other. It was real. He wanted you, and you craved him.
“Thor?” you said, hopping inelegantly as you put your shoes back on.
He opened the door, letting the world rush back in. Seagulls cried over the sounds of the cafe. “Yes?”
“I think your music might be growing on me. I’ll associate it with some sweet memories from now on.” You couldn’t help but grin.
“I’ll make sure that you have even more nice memories, my dear. I’ll have to make a playlist for you, I already know the perfect songs to start your journey! You’ll soon be attending concerts with me.” He looked so pleased, it was adorable.
“We’ll see, I make no promises.” You looped your arm through his and leaned against him, delighting in the small act of possessiveness.
Thor looked down at you. It had been such a long time since he had been with anyone. The days of one night stands and wild sex were far behind him. Work was his only companion, and he had made peace with it, or at least convinced himself that he had.
But then you came into his life, clever, funny and so damned easy to talk to. You gave him hope that maybe there was still time for something more. Something real and wonderful.
“Thor, darling?” You tapped his arm. He seemed a million miles away. “Where should we go for lunch?”
He came back to you. He told you about a restaurant near the pier run by his friends Volstagg and Fandral, Vahalla. “It has one of the best lunch menus in the village. I’m partial to the lobster brioche. And the steak and ale pie.”
You looked at your phone. Fuck. It was much later than you thought. You hadn’t really expected to go as far as you did. Hoped, but not expected. Damn Thor and his talented, well, everything.
“Right, let’s close our shops early and have a long lunch. And maybe a beer or two. Then we could see where the night takes us. If you’re not busy.”
Thor adjusted his glasses as he locked the door behind him. “Eager for more already, eh?”
You could see that he was just as eager. “You did say that you could go all day. I just want to see how honest you are, Odinson.”
Thor roared with laughter. He took your hand in his as you walked back towards your shops. “I’ve been told that I’m honest to a fault, Godjenta .”
Your pussy clenched immediately. “Oh, c’mon, that’s not fair.”
He was unrepentant. “I never said that I was fair.” He kissed the top of your head. “Besides, just wait until tonight, you’ll see how unfair I can really be.”
You shook your head, though excitement surged through you. You spoke quietly so that only he could hear. “I can play just as dirty, darling. Just wait until you see the other outfits I bought, each more scandalous than the last. Some barely cover anything at all. We’ll see who’s on their knees first.”
You gave him a quick kiss. You could see Thor’s brain turn fuzzy.
“See you back here in a few,” you said brightly. You waved at Loki, who was leaning against the counter and laughing at their brother’s obvious shock.
Thor watched you walk into your shop, all too aware of what you wore underneath. He scratched his beard, a stunned smile on his face. He went into his shop and told Loki to go home early, refusing to look at the Chesire cat smile he knew was there.
You whistled the tune to Paradise City as you closed up shop, not knowing the words or the band. It really was growing on you.
Thor was already waiting for you when you came back out. Seeing him felt like the first time. It always did. He stood proudly, his hair as bright as sunlight, his arms calling you back. His face transformed when he saw you, as though there was no one else, as though he was blessed by your presence.
Your happy smile mirrored his own. Oh hell. It was too late, wasn’t it? You were definitely going to fall in love with this man. But that was still in the future. For now, you looked forward to a nice lunch with wonderful company.
