Summary: After weeks of visiting Thor in New Asgard and supporting him through his grief, you’re shocked when he finally confesses his long-buried feelings for you. Afraid he’s only saying it because you’ve been the one showing up while he’s at his lowest, you try to pull away—telling him you don’t want to be someone he clings to out of loneliness.
“Welcome to hard times/ And feeling low”
Previous Fic: read part 1 here
Word count: 1k-ish
Warnings: Angst, avenger!Reader, sad Thor, happy(?) ending
Note: part 2 got requested by anonymous! I hope yall like this. Thank you for your support!
New Asgard was quieter than anywhere a god should live. But Thor liked the quiet — or at least, he pretended to. You sat beside him on the crooked steps behind his house, the sky above you a deep violet, the ocean murmuring its endless lullaby.
His shoulders were hunched, his hoodie too big, beard thicker than ever. He looked like a man shrinking under something he couldn’t put down.
After a moment, he said softly, “You came again.”
You looked at him gently. “Yeah. I did.”
His hands fidgeted, twisting together. “Thank you.”
You opened your mouth to play it off—I just wanted to check in, I had time, something casual—but Thor turned toward you, truly turned, blue eyes clear despite the exhaustion.
“There is something I must tell you,” he said, voice low, almost hoarse.
You straightened. “Okay. I’m listening.”
He inhaled deeply. “I’ve been thinking about our time with the Avengers. Things I had forgotten. Or… pretended to.”
You straightened. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“For example, the time you stole Steve’s shield and convinced him he had misplaced it.”
You burst into laughter immediately. “That was Sam’s idea!”
Thor pointed at you accusingly. “You told Rogers, with a straight face, that perhaps his ‘boyish brain’ misplaced it.”
“I— okay, in my defense it was funny.”
“Yes,” Thor said, voice dipped in fondness. “Very funny. I laughed so hard I dropped Mjolnir and nearly cracked the tower floor.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “That was a good day.”
He grew softer. “Or the time you made me stay up all night because you were ‘emotionally invested’ in the finale of that baking competition. You were so tired and grumpy the next day.” He said, an almost smile appearing on his face.
You groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“I think of it often.” Thor stared at his hands. “There are many moments like that where I found myself… drawn to you.”
Then he glanced up, eyes bright.
“Like I feel drawn to you now.”
Your throat tightened. It was everything you had ever wanted to hear—
And yet.
“Thor,” you whispered, pulling your hand back before he could reach for it, “don’t.”
He blinked, hurt flickering in his eyes.
“Don’t?”
You swallowed hard, looking at the ocean instead of him. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“I—” He shook his head, confused. “I do mean them.”
“You’re grieving,” you said softly. “You’re lonely. I show up, and maybe that feels like love right now. But I don’t want you to feel something for me just because I’m the one who comes around while you’re… while you’re hurting.”
Thor froze.
You continued, voice trembling, “I don’t want to be a placeholder. Or the person you reach for because everything else fell apart.”
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers gripping together.
“You think this began here?” he asked quietly.
Your lip quivered. “I don’t know what to think.”
“I liked you then. Before all this. Before the loss. Before the darkness.”
You went completely still.
He exhaled shakily. “I was me back then—strong, loud, proud. And you were brilliant and fierce and capable. I feared you only saw me as the ridiculous prince with the hammer. So I stayed silent.”
His voice had a sudden steadiness—soft but powerful. “I did not fall for you in New Asgard. I did not fall for you in my grief. I fell for you when you were swinging a trash can lid at a Chitauri shouting ‘Eat shit!’ “
Your eyes widened. “Thor—”
“I knew then,” he said, utterly serious, “that you were extraordinary.”
You let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. “You can’t be serious—”
“I am.” He moved closer, gently placing a hand on your knee—not trapping, not demanding, simply grounding. “I admired you. I cared for you. I wanted you… back when I still knew who I was.”
Your breath stuttered.
Thor shifted even closer. “I’m telling you this now because I see how you look at me—with worry, with caution, with doubt. And I don’t want you thinking pity is the reason I feel what I feel.”
A tear slipped down your cheek. You wiped it quickly.
He lowered his head, voice barely above a whisper. “This is not grief speaking. This is me. The me I was. And the me I am now—broken pieces and all.”
Your voice cracked as you whispered, “I just… I need to be sure.”
He gently took your hand, thumb brushing warmth into your knuckles. “Then be sure,” he said. “Let me show you. Let me say it as many times as you need.”
You looked up. He looked back. And in his eyes, you saw not desperation. Not need. Not loneliness.
Recognition.
Thor leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he pressed his forehead to yours, breath mingling with yours.
“I’ve been yours for far longer than you know.”
This time, you didn’t stop him. You let him kiss you — gently, reverently, like he was rediscovering a piece of himself he thought was lost.
You didn’t mean for him to hear the soft sniffle.
You had stepped out behind his house again, wrapping your arms around yourself, staring at the sea as guilt and doubt pulled at your chest. You didn’t want to overthink it… but you did. Of course you did.
Then the door opened. Soft footsteps this time. Thor approached slowly, like he didn’t want to scare you off.
“May I?” he asked.
You nodded, and he sat beside you—close but not touching yet.
For a moment he just watched the horizon with you. Then, very quietly:
“You’re doubting again.”
Your throat tightened. “I’m trying not to.”
Thor’s voice was gentle, warm, steady. “You think I said those things because you stayed. Because I am… fragile.”
You looked down. “I don’t want to make your pain into love.”
Thor exhaled slowly, then turned fully toward you, big hand reaching but stopping just before touching your cheek—waiting, always waiting. When you leaned into it, he cupped your face tenderly.
“Listen to me,” he murmured. “My grief took many things. But not my memories. Not my heart. Not the way I felt when you were with us in the Avengers Tower.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “I cared for you then. And now.”
Your eyes stung.
“You bring me joy, yes. You’ve been helping me through my grief, yes.” His voice deepened. “You are the one I wanted long before I lost anything.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and Thor caught it with his thumb.
“You are not a replacement,” he whispered. “You are not a bandage.” “You are not here only because of my sorrow.”
He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, breath warm and soft against your lips.
Your voice shook. “I’m scared.”
“I know.” He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in the warmth and strength you’d missed. “Then let me hold the fear with you.”
You pressed your face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat—solid, steady, real.
Thor kissed the top of your head. Then your temple. Then your cheek.
“I meant every word,” he whispered against your skin. “And I will say them as many times as you need until you believe them.”
You closed your eyes, sinking into him.
And for the first time since his confession, you felt safe believing it.
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summary: if Asgardian mead can transcend two super soldiers into three sheets in the wind, then is there Asgardian herb to send a smoker like you to Vallah?
pairing: Thor x black!enhanced!reader (established/married relationship)
ao3
warnings: herbal smoking, smut (porn with plot), and filthy use of astral projecting.
a/n: Guardians of the Galaxy cameo, Rocket being a furry menace. New Asgard cameo. Valkyrie cameo. Just a self-indulgent piece on my love for Thor, and weed. For @canumoveurseatup-no cause we’re Thor and weed loving whores. This was finished way long ago, like way before MoM came out, so the writing style isn’t up to my liking. It was just a self-indulgent fix it, I guess.
“You’re really not going to share? Really?!”
Furry pointed ears flex agitatedly, tiny palms kneed into his eyes, claws dually scratching his furry face --- small paws stomp on the floor akin to a toddler, grieving as if the world is against him; on all floors as he bounces on the flooring, hunching over as he snarls in withdrawing agitation --- all for galactic weed.
A click of the tongue, “Look at him --- I told you it’s good.” Krog laughs as he packs handfuls of herb in the plastic bag, as the snarling scavenger twirls around his ankles. The rock-being stood frozen, in amusement to watch the tiny animal have a withdrawal, standing next to him is his Asgardian liege.
In his palm, marveling at the Asgardian herb that was glowing with golden streaks within the stems, luckily seeds were saved before the disaster of Asgard; now nurtured, and gardened in Norwegian soil.
“I am Groot.” The teenaged tree-being grunts, with his arms crossed against his chest. “He is a jerk!” Rocket shouts, his claws scratching the wooding; a high-pitched yelp emits from the unhinged raccoon.
“Oh hush --- you know he’s going to pack us some.” A green palm grabs Rocket by the vest, as he flails, his furry tail twirling; small teeth gnawing the air at the mere act of being man-handled.
A sweet low giggle, “You know he’s just teasing.” Gamora nestled Rocket between herself and Peter on the couch; Peter too engrossed in the newest gorey Mortal Kombat video game with Drax to even jab a joke or two.
Rocket nearly wails, head thrashing against the cushioning of the couch, “I need some now!” Never one to lose his composure, always snarky with his jokes, and remarks. Gamora shushes him once more, as she pats his head gently with her green fingertips.
Krog nudges Thor by the elbow, catching his attention. Handing Thor two massive bags of herbs, and blunts --- expertely. Years spent on Midgard, Krog took up a multitude of hobbies, and conveniently, one of them is rolling up.
“Two?! Look at those big bags!” Gamora shushes Rocket again, fingertips stroking the fur between his ears.
“Do not worry, you will get your fix.” Thor teases, jacket zipped, and ready to take his leave back to the States. Rocket grumbles, snout pouting, as Thor gives his goodbyes.
The brisk Norwegian air fans against his face, a nice reprieve on his skin. Stepping out of the bricked home, he basks in the scenery for a moment.
Catching his sight, perched against the wall of the house by her foot is Brunnhidle. Flickering on a light, igniting her joint, that clung between her lips. Thor hums, leaning on his hip, “How does it feel?”
She exhales a long puff of air, “Amazing. It’s been too long.” She gazes up at the sodden sky with blissful content. Cocking her head to her shoulder, her mirthful eyes catch his. Gesturing to him with the jut of her chin, “Taking some home to my wife?”
Thor playfully grumbles under his breath, “Yes,” he huffs. Brunnhilde breathes a chuckle, “Please, you will tell me how she’ll handle it.” It’s no secret Thor’s precious wife is a little pothead, and has been one of the loudest to hound for the special Asgardian herb.
The blunt that glows with streaks of gold within the twisted wrinkles of the paper is marveled between her fingers, blowing a gust of smoke, “You know she’s going to become a little crackhead for it.”
Thor belly laughs, “When is she not?”
---
Tiny snuffles breathe against your breast-bone --- soft plump cheeks, the slope of a button nose --- as heart-shaped baby lips suckle against the swelled tit; chubby fingers grip sweetly yet with youthful vigor the collar hem of your shirt, tugging it more under your breast.
The infant drinks his milk with joy, doe-eyes gleam at you with such wonder, and innocence, as your fingers fondle tenderly in his thick locks of hair.
Caressing his fuzzy dome, as he drank from you --- the fifth time today --- only five months old, yet already has an appetite that rivals his own father.
Cradling him in your arms, shoulder-blades leaning against the head-board --- supported by massive plush pillows --- pinching fingertips toys with his curls that springs back in shiny coils, his toes curling against the skin of your belly.
The nape of his small head is held by the crock of your elbow, dripples of milk seep from the corner of his mouth, wiping it by your finger, you coo at your son. “My baby boy, so hungry.” Chin to chest, as your lips featherly kiss against his temple; nuzzling the tip of your nose within his curls.
“Bjørn, ljúfi drengurinn minn. Líf mitt.” Bjørn, my boy. My life. The Icelandic language no longer fumbles from your tongue awkwardly --- like it did during the months of your pregnancy.
It was set in stone, a goal to learn the language that was closest to old Norse; an homage to your husband, and a catalyst for your son to grow up proud of his roots.
Bjørn Erik Odinson, born at 4:50 a.m, 8.8 pounds, skin as brown as shiny garnet, pudgy rolls adorning his arms, and legs, small toes that you love to munch on, just to hear his beautiful laugh.
Bjørn excitedly huffs, tit still in his mouth; snuggling him closer to your chest, you trace his pudgy cheek, the slope of his button nose.
You thank your God, and the Gods of all nine realms, for bestowing this fate. For your husband, for your baby, for your surrogate family --- it's everything you ever dreamt for.
A creak lingers near the doorway, your eyes dart upwards --- to catch Thor cheekily standing at the entrance; it’s comical how his bulky shoulders, and towering height just barely fit against the door-frame.
Also --- it’s eerie how a massive 200+ molded demigod that has the power over thunder can tread in silence --- when he wants to, usually he walks around in life as the embodiment of a golden retriever.
Out-stretching your open palm, fingers wiggling; Thor gets the hint, he walks happily towards you, a smile that stretches from ear to ear.
He belly-crawls upon the bed, on his arms, and knees; seeking out your warmth, as his arms circle around your midriff, kissing the small soles of Bjørn’s feet.
“I miss my little bear cub,” another kiss on his tippy toes, “And I’ve missed my queen.” His lips find the flesh of your tummy, an open-wet kiss; suckling the flesh. His lips trail your skin, to the pouch of your belly, a little remnant of your baby weight.
Bjørn’s small toes curl softly against Thor’s forehead, earning a chuckle from him. Thor nuzzles his nose against Bjørn’s under foot, the bridge of his nose wiggles under his small toes.
His milky fingers gently strokes the soft skin of his chubby leg, his blue gems staring adoringly at his son.
“So --- how’s my wife?” You breathe a snicker as Thor pinches the meat of your thigh playfully, earning a squeal from you.
“Brunnhilde is doing just wonderful.” Thor lazily smiles, laying his head back on your stomach. “New Asgard is thriving, and growing.” Thor nuzzles his face against your tummy, as Bjørn drinks from you.
There’s something weighing on your tongue, you’ve been waiting all day for this --- matter-of-fact, you’ve been waiting for months to finally experience the Asgardian high. You nudge your ankle at the arch of his back, Thor happily peers up at you.
“Did you get it?” Your eyes widen owlishly, with fervent yearning. Thor hums, the vibration tickles the slope to your navel, “My queen, you’re insatiable.”
His breath fans your skin, enticing you, you whine, “Thor.” Your ankles shuffle against his midriff, as he belly-laughs.
“Yes, yes.” He spoke through his chuckles, “I made sure to get it.” He kisses you once more.
---
“Thanks again for agreeing to watch him.” You spoke, as you held your son against your chest.
Bjørn’s small fist fondles your golden chain, his little snorts under his breath, you kiss his head with a nibble. “Of course, I just love Bjørn.” Wanda’s hands wiggle, gesturing in ‘gimme gimme’ with the biggest stretched smile, split from ear to ear. Cradling your son in her arms, fawning over him in glee.
“The boys can’t wait to see him, they just love to show Bjørn their toys.”
It was only natural for Bjørn’s godmother to baby-sit him.
Ever since Wanda got her sons, and husband Vision back --- through a turbulent journey of the multiverse where hundreds of different realities branch off from the original where you reside, where you found your brother-in-law alive, by the guiding hand of time-travel, learning the existence of variants, the Watcher above time and space, by the help of Dr. Strange, and his malice other-half, bumping into different Peters --- all whilst pregnant --- to the birth of your son; it’s been a tough long year.
It’s so much more to tell, but recounting in memories pains your brain, and rather rest from it. It’s over and done with, and now everyone can start anew once again.
Bjørn’s little arms encircle the slope of Wanda’s neck, as she nuzzles her face against his cheek.
Bjørn held lovingly against her chest, worries of separation eases itself in your chest --- separation anxiety has been riddling you intensely, if your son wasn’t latched on your chest, you were a wreck.
And so was he.
But this is needed, alone time with the love of your life --- and finally, oh yes finally, able to inhale the sweet Asgardian weed. It was brought up in conversation years ago, when three of your closest friends were alive, and well --- the memory of their happy faces floods tears in your eyes, you miss them dearly.
Rolling up blunts, Tony, Clint and yourself being the weed experts --- Tony was hounding Steve to take just one inhale, practically begging him; nudging the blunt near him.
Thor watched on in amusement.
Unprovoked, boasting in his tone, goblet pinched between his fingers, “On my planet, our herbs are much stronger.” And without such a glance upon you all, he gulps a hefty swallow of his mead, not one spared look.
Tony, and Clint frozen stiff in their seats, eyes widening as fish-eyes, as you stared at Thor agaped, your blunt falls on your lap, mouth hanging open.
“Excuse me, point break?”
“The Aryan Jesus has the nerve to hold out on us!”
“More like Judas!”
Thor chuckles as he gups down the last of his mead, turning his head to glance at all of you, “It’s more used for ceremonies.” Everybody snickers except for Tony, Clint and yourself; more of a jest towards all three of you.
“Darling,” You cut in, crawling on your hands and knees on the couch, nearing a smug Thor, “what are you talking about?” You began pawing at him as a cat.
Onyx painted tips gripping his massive biceps, “Baby, baby, baby---”slithering on his lap, “When were you going to tell me? Me. Of all people, me.”
Thor nearly went cross-eyed as his nose met yours, “You need to bring some---” everyone is crippling in laughter, as you climb on Thor as a little chimp on an oak tree.
It was a fun night, mostly with you badgering Thor to bring some weed back from his planet, with little teasing, ‘Just quickly go home, and come back with it.’ But Thor would shush you with his delicious lips, his arm looped around the nape of your neck, reminding you that the weed back home has become sparse, mostly harvested for special occasions, but he promised to bring some when he could.
Unfortunately, chains of events over the years prevented it from happening --- until now.
“See you later, my baby.” Bjørn giggled as you attacked his plump cheeks with kisses, but another set of lips kissed his curly dome; you felt him, towering over you, his crotch slowly growing for you. “My sweet boy.” Bjørn’s toothless smile gleams with such innocence, and pure happiness, with a little bob of his head against Wanda’s cradling palm.
It was hard for you to part from your son, especially for Thor, he had to compose himself, always wanting his son laying on his chest, caressing his plump cheeks, always carrying his son in his arms everywhere.
Both of you wave as Wanda leaves with your son, his diaper bag hanging at her shoulder --- just for one evening. He’ll be back later, you kept reminding Thor.
A shaky sigh leaves his lips, as the elevator closes, Wanda waves with Bjørn’s little chubby hand in hers.
Twirling on the soles of your feet, you place your open palms on his chest, shushing him. Thor’s eyes closed, his cavity nearly shattering, “It’s okay, baby. It won’t be long till our little cub is back. He’s not even sleeping over.” Standing on the tips of your toes, kissing his molded chest, his thick biceps encircle around your waist, lifting you up.
You kiss the tip of his nose, hugging the slope of his neck with your arms; as he rocks you back and forth.
---
“Are you ready, my love?”
A joint pinched between his fingertips, within the wrinkled twistings was fluorescent glimmers of rainbow colors --- its scent was potent, yet intoxicating. Just a small whiff of it is strong to your senses. Anxious hands try to paw at his wrist, but Thor holds it far from you, tsking you.
“Patience,” Thor muses, kissing your forehead, pacifying your huffs, softly stomping your foot. “You must inhale carefully. Please, my love.” His fingers cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb strokes your skin, you mewl.
“I promise.”
---
It’s idyllic.
It’s --- there’s no words to describe the high you’re experiencing. Time ceases, your skin prickles with goosebumps; you felt as if you were floating on your back. Laying down on the carpeted flooring, spread eagle, as Thor rests his head on your belly.
Splotches of colors paint the air, your tongue is delighted, as if you can taste the chromas. Soon the atmosphere shifted shade --- from calm dewy sunlight to a serene verdant cast upon the living space.
Gleaming through the ceiling high windows, daylight settles calmly; the atmosphere is soothing.
As if landing on another planet, you both star-gazing into the skies of a foregin galaxy.
Both of you frolicking around the empty compound, naked, tearing each other's clothes off, rolling around the carpeted floor; kissing, and dry humping.
It’s delirious, and you laugh, and he laughs --- you both can’t stop. Reality shifts into another plane of existence --- as if you left Earth.
“Thor, where are we?”
“In our own world, my love.” He hugs you, lifting you up in the air, melting into a field, the grass feels soft like the pillows back home. You can let go, a nether land; it’s amazing.
You look up to the sky, you can see the moon up close, yet far enough. Gazing upon it, you whisper “Thor, do you see that?” Pointing up at the sky, milky lavender with twinkling stars, it looks like the northern lights down on Earth.
A surge of emotions bloom in your chest, such deep love for Thor, for Bjørn, for life --- life, life, life. You’re alive, it’s okay to feel pain, feel everything life gives.
Is this a coming to Jesus moment?
“I love you.” You wail, tears fall down your cheeks, “Oh God, I love you.” You cry, a smile that makes your cheeks hurt, your hands on his chest, head falls back.
You look down to see Thor is crying too, but that toothy smile fades into a wrinkled frown; shushing him, hands on his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby.” Kissing his nose, the crease between his brows, the slope of his nose, and his lips.
“Why are you crying?”
Thor cries like a baby, sputtering, “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” Overcome with emotions, rubbing his wet eyes with his hands, sniffling. As if a balm, you soothe him, small kisses on his quivering lips. Cocooning him in the warmth of your embrace, you lean your weight on him, holding onto him.
His massive biceps ensnare around your body, pinning you against him. He’s overwhelmed with love, his love for you, and Bjørn, the love for his brother --- he’s just so overcome with happiness, and yet it makes him cry.
Because of the pain that had to occur for this light.
---
“Slab that fucking butter on it, babe.” You slur, clumsily your tongue licks your dry lips, stomach rumbling hungrily, as Thor’s massive bear hands slather guabs of butter on the cherry frosted pop-tart.
Your cheek squishes against his bicep, droopily your eyes close, and open, unevenly one after the other.
It’s been an hour since Thor and you come down from your delirious high --- and soon, beastly appetites come crashing down.
Thor scruffs down the tart, as you stuff small chunks of strawberry treat into your mouth, the creamy butter melts in your mouth.
Thor leans down, licking crumbs from the corner of your mouth, his warm tongue lapping at your lips. You giggle, as he playfully nibbles at your cheek.
His thick arms encircle around your waist, pulling you to his chest, lifting you in the air effortlessly. Squealing, nose scrunching at his wet lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Totinos with M&Ms, the warmth of the totinos melted the chocolate, creating a delicious coating. Mouthfuls of junk food, with hooded eyes, and cheeks puffed as chipmunks. Giggling as little toddlers, sharing sloppy kisses, able to lick the gooey chocolate from his mouth; sucking on his tongue.
The kitchen counter is littered with open bags of chips, candy wrappers, and boxes of pizza squares. It’s a jungle of high carbs, and fattening sugar, but the intense munchies are astronomical.
“Wow.” Mobius chuckles at the kitchen’s entrance, arms crossed against his chest; a warm flick of a tongue at the shell of his ear jolts him. Arms encircle around Loki’s chin rests on the jut of his shoulder, “This is nothing new, my brother can feast as three horses.”
“And so can she.”
What a comical but endearing sight for Loki and Mobius to capture, coming back home from jet-riding in the compound’s lake.
The two lovers gawk with mirth in their eyes, watching you and Thor devour sugary snacks, concoctions of a mind-blowing haze. The lingering high makes your minds float, nuzzling your noses together, giggling.
---
Bellies full with junk food, giggles echo, and bounce in the air; the room smells heavily of herb. Your thigh is looped around Thor’s tummy, your arm sloped over his chest, as he holds you close with his thick bicep. Fingertips soft as petals caress his blonde chest hair, scratching him.
“My love,” your limbs stretched lazily, satisfied, and cozy; Thor purrs under your touch. Cradling you closer to his chest, practically laying on top of him.
A naughty thought lights up above your head, remembering the little idea you conjured up a few weeks ago, wanting to try with Thor.
“I have a surprise for my king.” You whisper against the base of his throat, a wet smooch. Thor hums, “And what is that, pussycat?” You giggle low, “My love, what would you do if there were two of me?”
A rumble of a growl vibrates inside his chest, “You know what I would do.” You purr, nibbling at his chest, “What would you do?” Breathy whispers, goading him, needing to feed, and fuck on his feralness.
His palm cups at your neck, pulling you to his lips; slick lips, tongue dancing, teeth gnashing. His fingers cradle your chin, making sure you don’t slip away from him. “Naughty,” his lips flick at your lip, “My love is naughty minx.” A shit-eating grin forms on your mouth.
“What are you thinking?”
“Imagine it, baby.” You perch yourself up, thighs parted by his belly, slowly crawling down his body, your kisses following in the wake of your bodily heat; loud kisses that spurs Thor on. Moving downward on his body, with wet open kisses in your wake, dull scratches on his belly skin.
“Oh my love, what a treat I have for you.” You whisper against his pelvis, just an inch above his cock; already hardening. Hunched over, your fingers begin to zap at the tips, “A thank you just for you.”
Violet magnetic energy seeps from your fingertips, soothing Thor’s mind --- settling his spirit to an ease, a moan filters in his ears, but your lips didn’t move. He squints his eyes --- another arm floats near behind your back, springing alive.
Rolling behind you was --- you. Naked, and wanton, but with slick straight hair that reaches your bare breasts. Thor’s eyes widen owlishly. Arms seeking out for him, caressing his legs as your lips slither between your slick lips, licking a stripe against his cock.
Now, bare and at his mercy, were two of you, with lustful feline eyes.
A breath catches at his throat, as you both roll your tongues, purring as cats. Pawing at him, comfortably perching yourselves at his hung, wet, pulsing cock; it twitches making your two halves cross-eyed.
You flick the tip of your tongue at the swollen head, making your clone giggle. Bowing its head down, softly taking Thor’s tightening balls in the warm cave of its mouth.
He growls low in his throat, his head falls back, memorized, drunk off the pleasure, babbling to himself, to you, low moans, murmurs that catch your ears that he loves you, and only you.
Milking him in your mouth, as your other half licks, and drenches his balls with saliva; trailing down to the satiny stretch of skin that connects to his ass. Slurps, and moans make Thor’s eyes roll to the back of his skull.
Spit coats the jut of your chin, shiny, as your duplicate tugs Thor’s sack between slick coated lips; trailing a lick upwards, the pink muscle tracing every ridge of veins. Taking turns gagging on him, spit bubbles pops and soaks his cock, and the corners of your mouths.
Bobbing your head with vigor, his cock hitting the back of your throat ---- gawk gawk gawk. Eyes watery to the brim, having Thor melt under your touch, and the power of your mouth.
“I wanna taste his cock too.” Your other-half whines pathetically, nudging your shoulder in jealousy, his cock escapes your lip, with a pop, and an airy gurgle; heavily breathing through your nose.
With a gentle grip of his cock, slapping your clone’s wanton tongue with his dick, his salty semen coating its mouth.
Your other hand glides against its spine, gripping the nape of its neck; its hair bone-straight now in a makeshift ponytail, guiding it down Thor’s dick.
Thor’s eyes were blown black with lust, his chest heaving intensely, every fiber of his being shaking; sweat collects at his brow, and neck, his massive hands clawing and clenching the bed-sheets. His toes curl, snarling, teeth gnawing at the air, groaning gutturally.
What a sight --- so filthy, so debauched.
And you’re all his.
“Make him cum,” You hiss, your eyes bore into his, nearing the shell of its ear, “make him cum deep in your throat.” Goading Thor, a full stripe of your tongue against his pubic-bone, to feel his trimmed hair against your soft tongue --- it just fuels you more.
“You like it, baby.” He nods hastily, you snicker, the wet gags echo, “You love it when I use my throat as a cock sleeve for you.”
“A slut, a filthy slut, and I love you.” Thor shrills a whine, “A dirty succubus --- guh, mine, all mine--- all UUGhh.” Thor’s spine arches off the bed, beating his fists against the mattress, as his cock spurts cum deep down the duplicate’s throat; gagging, and gurgling happily.
Thor’s head blops against the pillow, trying to catch air into his lungs, ragged breaths. The mixture of his high and the bliss of an incredible orgasm fuzzies his head.
As he recollects himself, he tucks his head down --- both you and your clone stare at him with feral grins, all fangs, waiting like predators to bounce. A gasp catches at Thor’s throat.
As you crawl over his toned thighs, perching yourself on his hips, and your clone slithers upon his chest, gently grazing the puss against his torso, reaching his face; thighs hover his face. Soaking mound winking back at him, and he growls.
Without any hesitation, he tugs your duplicate downward to his yearning mouth, but it giggles, refusing to go down so easily. He whines like a puppy.
You tsk at him playfully, aligning yourself, your folds hugging, and gliding down on Thor’s thick veiny cock; to finally with the tender guide of your palm, hovering over his weeping cock.
“Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, cut down by pussy.” Swiftly your cunt swallows him whole, to the hilt, as you rested at his hips.
He groans, pretty pink lips parting, as your counterpart seats on his face tenderly. A groan rumbles deep in his throat, as his tongue laps at your velvety folds.
“My queen.” He growls, devouring your cunt, as you rode him wildly, blindly; in a frenzy. His balls slap against your puckering asshole, his massive hand on your asscheeks, as the other laid firm on your clone’s hip.
It’s bliss, to not only have one but two of you, taking him apart --- the pleasure that swirls in his chest must be what warriors feel entering Vallah. Bruising fingertips cling onto hips, guiding your soppy cunt on his tongue, slurping as a mad man.
His mouth slathered in your juices, tastes sweet just as you. The jut of his chin soaked, shining; watering his beard. Your other half grips the headboard, Thor’s beard chafing inner thighs, unabashedly grinding on his mouth --- and you felt it all.
Overstimulated at the sensation, your cunt ignited by the pleasure of his tongue, grinding him. Your clit is throbbing, and hot. Your sex is ingited, soaking Thor’s thigh, slick as you glide back and forth, balls deep. He can feel your puckering asshole on his balls, your chest heaving; riding him akin to a wild animal.
Thighs quivering, as one of your palms grip your hair, the other has fingers digging into Thor’s hip, panting airy breaths. Crashing onto him, as if you both were touch-starved.
Teeth softly gnashing at the peach-fuzz cunt, tongue fluttering, diving deep inside the folds, teasing the hole --- without any thought, Thor plunges his tongue inside. You screech, head tilting back, both you and your clone unison, your cunt clenched tightly upon Thor’s cock.
He snarls --- a mixture of something of a yelp, and a growl. You need more, this furor of his tongue, and his cock fucking into your wet cavern --- the end nerves crashing as waves to the shore --- you can feel it all, all of it coiling, and all too much; so much that it’s deliciously painful.
Perching his feet against the mattress, the hand that rests on your waist, guiding you up, as Thor fucks into you; snarling, gnawing at the air as a beast. Your wetness squelching into echos, spurring Thor on, he felt like a king.
Your fingernails scratching along his chest hair that trickles into his happy trail, bending forward to lick at his belly; suckling.
Airy pants, as you savored his pouch, he’s toning his body is slowly coming back to his chiseled form, but you just love his softness. His warm plumpness is like a pillow, to sleep on, to kiss, to bite.
“Guh,” Thor hoists your hips off of his face for a moment, “my queen is an insatiable beast.”
“No more than you, my liege.” Grinding harder, desperate crashing, to catch that delirious high of his cum. Your voice falls into silence, “I feel it,” you whine, “I fucking need it.” The coiling pit in your stomach begins churning, and it’s tightening.
“Uggh, Thor --- I” A high-pitched shrill, both voices now blend together, unison in pleasure, hips thrashing. Your cunt clenches on his cock, wound tight, your vision began to blur --- kismet energy began to manifest and spark within the air; emitting from both Thor, and yourself.
Oceanic blue with blinding white streaks and bruising violet so rich it bleeds as a welt into the air, intermixing --- thunder cracks in the distance, the raw power of a god vibrates against the window pane.
The sky has become sodden above the upstate county, thunder cracking within the clouds.
His belly tightens, as hips thrust upwards inside you --- more sloppy, and uneven, but the intensity hasn’t eased; his vigor has heightened. Soaking balls slapping against skin, smacking wet against your puckering ass.
“My love, I’m going to ---” Thor is rendered speechless, his words trailing into babbling, fumbling lips against wet folds. You hiss with a grin, “I know,” your open-palm caress against his pelvis, “I can feel it too. I’m close.”
Desperate pants, and huffs of air, Thor rumbles, his voice trills through your other half, making it squeal, the meat of its thighs quiver, and jolt, nibbling on swollen clit. “Soak me! Fuck --- uggh, soak my cock!” His voice is husky, and wanton, hungry as a wolf.
Thunder crackles outside, as Thor groans, painting the walls of your cavern white, spilling from your spilt jewel, dribbling down the base of his pulsing cock, as you shrill together with your half, as it coats Thor’s mouth, and watering his golden beard.
Vein pulsing at the throat, resembling a feral creature, as your cunt clenching, milking Thor’s cock, his balls drained. Riding Thor, selfishly savoring every drop of him, and every second of your orgasm.
Your other-half looks down to Thor, chin to chest, his breathing ragged, fanning against the skin of your mound, eyes blown --- a pucker of a kiss, and wink --- then it's gone, evaporated into rich lavender mist, with a faint moan.
Your body aches happily, with tiresome limbs you crawl over Thor, with his hands pulling you against his chest.
Nuzzling your head under his chin, your leg crossed over his belly, boneless melting into the mattress. Thor whispers your name, “I love you,” his fingers scratch your scalp, “No other woman can compare.” He hums.
“You bring the beast out of me.” You giggle, small kisses on his molded chest, “I love you too.” A suckle on his nipple. Cheek to chest, you can hear his heart-beat, it lulls you.
Both of you are falling asleep under the warm blankets.
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A flicker in the foggy distance of his mind awakens him slowly, he grunts sleepily. A familiar scent wafts through the crevices of his mind, his nose twitches.
Pretty lashes flutter open, his vision blur for a moment, to see you hovering over him, dangling the blunt just above his nostrils.
He must have fallen asleep, so comfortable in the bubble of your scents, and body heat.
Teasing him awake, you chuckle at Thor’s sleepy pout, “My love, another?” He stretches his muscles as a feline, you jiggle on top of him from the bodily movements.
You playfully shrug, “Our baby will be back in two hours,” you twirl the blunt between your fingers, lips pursing. “So, why not have a little bit more?” You giggle, trapping your bottom lip by the teeth.
He hums, his eyes hooded; wordlessly he plucks the blunt from your fingers, perching it in his lips.
“An insatiable wife, I have.”
You hum, gliding down on his belly, legs bent back in the air, ankles locked, “And what a beast of a husband, I have.” You giggle against his chest, with a nuzzling kiss.
A/N: ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS! I hope you a fabulous, spectacular, smut filled day;) if ur feeling nice say ‘happy birthday’ in the comments for the person to read and a nice message pls :) it would mean a lot to them 💕
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Thor has been planning your birthday surprise for weeks now, of course he had some help from Bruce, Korg and the gaurdians. He asked everyone individually what he should do. It went, well-you’ll see.
Rocket suggested to get you a bionic limb, as of Mantis suggested something she likes to eat that he can’t remember. Drax said some nice passionate love making would do it, but Thor wanted to treat like a queen. He then went to Groot, he said “I am groot (Who?)”. Thor decided to go to Peter Quill next, his idea wasn’t so bad. He said sex, food and music. Thor liked it, Nebula was near by and suggested 2 long ass blades to slit throats with.
He planned and planned and he finally came up with this, birthday breakfast, then, birthday fun (paint, watching tv/movies, pull pranks on people). Lunch, he’ll take you out to the beach and have a picnic and dinner, dinner is the real fun. Dinner was eating on the roof of the compound watching the stars, after that sex. After some rounds, he’ll have a nice warm bath ready for you and a massage. Thor liked the idea, he thought it would be perfect and it was. The day wen every well, exactly as he hoped.
The roof’s view of the stars wasn’t bad, it was a bit breezy though. You were just about done with your food, Thor looked around and saw that you were almost done eating. Thor couldn’t wait to make love to you, he wanted tonight to be special but he couldn’t stop the raging erection in his pants. You were wearing a flowy short red dress and you looked so delectable, he couldn't go two seconds without looking at you.
“This day has been great, love. I really enjoyed it, thank you.” You stand up and give a kiss on the cheek, he pulls you to sit on his lap. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, you could feel his hard erection. You start to grind on it, slowly. Thor wraps his arms around your waist and guides down on him.
“Lets get you inside, my queen.” Thor says, you get off of him and he holds your hand as he leads your shared room. Thor lays you out onto the bed and you slide your dress off. Your intimate parts are out on display now, and he starts to kiss your entire body. He kisses your neck, your jaw and your most sensitive areas. His mouth trails from the middle of your chest down to your aching wet core. He takes his shirt off and you stared at his sweaty body, it made you even wetter. You were aching for him to touch you, you let out a whine as he took too long getting nude. He then placed his head between your thighs and dragged his tongue rapidly on your clit, you were a moaning mess. You pushes his harder on your clit and he went faster, your body started to shake. He licked slow stripes until you came down from your high. He then flipped you over, you were more than ready for his giant cock.
“Ready, my queen?” Thor asks in a dark tone, he pulls your hips to his and squeezes your ass with his hands.
“Always ready for my king.” You say, he responds with his cock slipping into your wet cunt and fucking you. He groans heavily as he thrusts into you, he reaches for your clit and rubs it. He can feel his orgasm approaching, he even feels yours. He slows his speed to last longer.
“Let go my queen, cum on your king’s cock.” Thor says, he smacks your ass cheek causing it to turn red. The mix of pleasure and pain triggered the most intense orgasm ever received.
“Shit, I’m going to cu-ah.” Thor was interrupted as of your walls clamped down on his cock, he was very close.
“Cum, my king.”
“Fill me with your seed.” You say, Thor cums in your cunt as deep as he can go. His dick softens inside you, he pulls out and his cum leaks out of you, which makes him a little proud.
He stands up and pick you up and carries you to the bathroom where he planned to worship your body, he placed you in the empty bathtub.
When he first walked into your favorite coffee shop you hadn’t even noticed him. You were too engrossed in your book to really care what was going on around you. It was his voice that got your attention. Low, deep and soothing it washed over you like a rumble of thunder. You could tell he was hot from how Melody was flirting with him but there was no way you could be prepared for him to turn around. Bright blue eyes, a full neatly shaped beard and a little longer than shoulder length wild blond hair. When his eyes meet yours a slow smile creeps across his face, before he ducks his head and moves to retrieve his drink from Jessie at the other end of the counter. He gives you a soft smile as he leaves and to your surprise he seems almost shy, the bell over the door chimes and he’s gone. You’re not sure you remembered to breathe the entire time he was in the shop. You meet an amused Natalie’s eyes and after shaking your head at her you go back to your book.
He comes the same time the following week. The bell dings, you don’t look up until you hear his voice. His hair is less wild this time, and when he turns you see that he’s braided his beard and to your surprise you actually love it. He gives you that same shy smile and you return it with a bright one of your own.
This long distance flirting continues to happen over the next few weeks. Each time he comes in he looks a little different, your favorite look is the nearly braided beard with the front of his hair pulled back into a little ponytail. His smile gets more confident with each week too.
You were running late today, and you just knew you were going to miss him. The coffee cutie as you’ve started calling him in your head. When you get to the shop he’s standing at the counter and you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn’t miss him.
He’s just about to pay when you walk in and his face lights up. He says something to Natalie but you’re not sure what and she nods. You drop your bag at your table and after rummaging for your wallet you head over to the counter. The man has moved by now and is waiting for his drink while Jack makes it. You go to order when Leah waves you off.
“Chai tea with lemonade?” She asks with a smirk.
“I’m too predictable.” You laugh opening your wallet.
“No charge.”
“What? Why?”
“He paid.” She nods over at the blonde. You make your way over to him and after taking a deep breath.
“Excuse me?” Those blue eyes meet your gaze and you almost forget what you were going to say. “Um, Leah said you, that you bought my drink. I just wanted to say thank you. Do, do you want to sit with me and maybe talk for a little bit?”
“I would like that very much.” He says softly, a small smile graced his lips. “I’m Thor.”
“Like the Avenger?” He nods and it’s then you realize that he is the Avenger. “Wow,” You breathe, “this is a good look for you.” He looks surprised.
“You think so?”
“Oh yea, like a big, handsome, sweet, teddy bear.” This causes him to laugh loudly and you can’t help the smile that graces your lips. You introduce yourself as your drinks are put on the counter.
Thor is kind, he’s completely charming and if you hadn’t been into him before you certainly were now.
“Do you come here every weekend?” He asks as he finishes his drink.
“I do. My roommate is kind of a disaster so I like to come here for the peace and quiet.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I’ve interrupted your time.” He goes to stand and you quickly cover his hand with yours.
“I invited you. Please don’t feel like you’re an inconvenience.” You say softly. He studies your face then slowly sinks down back into the seat where he stays for three more hours. His phone rings and after he looks at the screen he looks apologetically at you.
“I’m so sorry I have to go.”
“It’s alright. Will you be back next week?”
“I should be. Would you, would you mind giving me your number?”
“I’d love to.” He gives you his phone and a broad smile and after putting your number into his phone you call yourself so you have his number too.
“Feel free to text me whenever, I’m not much of a morning person but I’m pretty good at responding quickly.”
“I’d like to take you out for dinner next time. If you want.”
“I’d love that.” You assure him and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek then hurries our of the cafe. There’s a strike of lightening that causes you to cry out but all it’s done is change him into his battle gear with his axe. He glances back at you with a smirk and a wink and you can’t help but laugh softly then he takes off.
Leah wolf whistles at you and you laugh softly before going back to your book, a broad smile on your face. God you love this coffee shop.
summary: Thor and Reader spend a few days in the countryside, fluff is inevitable.
a/n- here’s my first Thor fic!!! let me know your thoughts! I love endgame thor, he’s so chub and I'm in love. also I’m beyond ready for fall. Enjoy! thanks for reading!
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The crisp autumn air filled your lungs along with the scent of pine wood and smoke from the bonfire Thor was working on building.
Over these last long and treacherous 5-6 years, it was more than nice to have some quality down time with Thor. A few nights in the Norwegian countryside seemed to be the perfect thing. You loved nothing more than to lay back and gaze at the stars with him. Well maybe that and the hot, outdoor sex, but that’s not what you were going for right now.
You added the last of the logs onto the pile and looked over at thor to check his progress. And well..He’s the god of thunder and not fire for a reason.
“Honey, want me to give it a try?”
“Please.” He replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
You crouched down next to the smoldering pile of sticks, leave and etc.
“I don’t know why it won’t start.” Thor started, “maybe the wood is wet or the matches are old or...” He trailed off seeing the fire ignite.
You stood up, facing him.
“What was that you we’re saying?” you smirked
“Nothing.” he returned your smirk with a cheeky smile.
“That’s what I thought.” You said, raising up on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek, his beard tickling your face.
Thank God you convinced him to start putting beard oil on that thing cause god dang it got scratchy. You also convinced him to keep it in the braid, because let’s be honest that’s a damn good Look ™
As the evening turned into night, you and Thor found yourselves under many layers of blankets and pillows. The cold fall weather presenting the perfect opportunity for snuggling.
You curled up into his side, draping your arm across his body, his soft belly pliable under your fingers.
He wrapped his arm around you, his fingers traced sweet nothings onto your skin.
For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.
There was a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire was the only noise. It was peaceful.
“Mother would have loved you, y/n.” Thor says, still gazing at the sky.
You figured that the stars reminded him of her.
“I would have loved to have met her, Thor. I bet she was lovely.”
A moment of silence passed.
suddenly, a shooting star crossed the sky in front of you, seemingly a vestige from Queen Friga herself
“Thor look!” This time it was you who kept looking up at the sky, while Thor turned his gaze upon you.
You could feel his eyes on you. You turned to him, a small smile gracing your features.
You stared at each other for a moment, the flickering orange light from the fire illuminating your faces just enough to see.
His free hand came up to stroke your cheek, while he gazed into your eyes, seeing the whole universe in them. His whole universe.
Your lips connected in a tender, warm kiss and for a moment, all felt right in the world.
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tags: (tags are open, let me know if you want to be added, or only tagged for a certain character.)
Request: can you do something like thor gets self-conscious from all the weight that he gained from endgame and reader comforts him.
Prompt: #93 from angst/fluff list - "you're more than that."
Warnings: angst, fluff/comforting, low body image
Word Count: 2.2K
Authors Note: i wrote this years n years ago, please don’t judge :,,,)
It was no secret that Thor had had a rough past couple of years. He'd suffered through the loss of his mother, father, sister, best friend, brother, and half of the universe within the span of a few years. Prior to all of the death and destruction, Thor was truly content with his life. He was to be the ruler of Asgard after his father, a great honor that Thor looked forward to. He was considered a hero to both Asgard and Midgard, loved by all. But most importantly, he was loved by you. His sweet Y/N, the love of his life that he had somehow luckily managed to woo after decades of showing off his looks, combat skills, and intelligence. You were perfect in his eyes, an angel that had blessed him with its love. You were his everything and he was yours, and together the two of you were to spend an eternity ruling Asgard hand-in-hand.
But then everything fell apart. His mother's unexpected death alongside his sister destroying the kingdom the two of you were supposed to rule was only the beginning of the pain. Thanos murdering the Asgardian refugees as well as Heimdall and Thor's brother Loki.
Then all Thor had left to cling onto was you, his precious wife. And with you by his side, Thor could make it. He could recover from the pain he endured. He could survive as long as he had you.
But then he lost everything; he lost you.
He lost you as tears streaked down your cheeks, your glossy eyes gazing up at Thor with a painful mixture of admiration and fear while your body turned to ash in Thor's arms. You were Thor's everything, his whole world, but in the end, he couldn't save you. And the worst part of it all was that it was all his fault. It was his fault that he lost the love of his life and all he could do in the end was hold you in his arms, watching you wither away in an instant.
And once Thor had truly lost everything, he was nothing more than a shadow of his old self. He just slowly faded away into someone else, not able to stand his own reflection. He didn't want to be Thor Odinson anymore, he hated Thor Odinson. Thor was the god that Asgard perished because of. Thor was the man that was responsible for half the deaths of the universe. Thor was the husband of Y/N, the innocent woman that had died because of Thor.
Thor didn't want to be himself anymore, so he became someone else.
Every single thing Thor Odinson was, he did the opposite. He stopped grooming himself, letting his hair grow out and become long matted locks that matched his unruly beard. He stopped leaving his home, staying in the dark on the couch playing video games and watching television. He stopped dressing himself, staying in the same pair of sweats and t-shirt for days at a time. He stopped caring, doing nothing but eating, drinking, and playing video games as the pounds added on and his mental health became an utter mess.
Thor knew that if you were alive, you would've never let Thor treat himself in such a manner. You would've kicked his ass off the couch and make him do something productive. But the thing was that you weren't alive, you were gone and so Thor wasted away.
But Thor was better now, so much better. It had been two months since the universe had been restored, which meant Thanos was dead and you were back in Thor's arms.
And despite everything, the pain others and he had inflicted on himself, Thor would be okay. Thor knew that he could recover from everything with your support. He was slowly accepting the deaths of his friends and family, but the hard part was accepting his own mistakes. Thor was angry with himself, angry of how he acted once Thanos had snapped his fingers. He was angry that he didn't keep fighting, he hated how he gave up so easily. And now he was paying for his mistakes along with you, which was something Thor would have a difficult time forgiving himself for.
To begin with, Thor looked like a hot mess. You had helped him cut his hair and trim his beard which had helped a lot, but he still wasn't the same. He couldn't fit in his Asgardian armor, leaving him in sweats and sweatshirts. And he was struggling to lose the excess weight that he had put on in your absence, something that he found rather embarrassing.
It certainly didn't help that you truly looked like a goddess. In Thor's eyes, you were perfect in every way. Every curve and valley of your figure was absolutely perfect, mesmerizing Thor every time he caught a glimpse. Your hair was always flawless, framing your face in all the best angles. And your figure looked as if it had been made to fit in traditional Asgardian gowns, the fabric always comfortably hugging your stunning frame.
You were stunning in every way while Thor somedays couldn't even see his toes.
You and Thor sat in your quarters on the Benatar, you were reading a book as Thor was lost deep in thought. The back of your head was resting on Thor's chest, Thor's arm slung over you and his thumb rubbing small circles on your stomach. Despite loving you so close to him, Thor couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He wondered if you could feel his pudginess beneath all the clothing, he wondered if it disgusted you; if he repulsed you.
Come to think of it, it had been quite some time you and he had been intimate. There was lots of cuddling, some lingering kisses, and a few suggestive touches, but apart from that, nothing. Thor knew that you were tired, moving in with the Guardians wasn't an easy transition. Not that it needed to be said, but the Guardians were a lot different from the people on Asgard. But it had been nearly four weeks since the last time anything sexual had conspired between the two of you, and Thor was convinced that your reasons for being distant had to be more than exhaustion. Thor was sure that he revolted you.
You could sense Thor's uneasiness despite your back being to him, you looked up from the pages of your book and set it down on the sheets. You shifted in place, sitting upright and turning to face Thor. You met his stare, your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you took in his almost scared facial expression.
"Thor?" You uttered softly, reaching out and place your hand on top of his. He interlocked your fingers hesitantly though his grip on your hand was firm. "Are you alright?"
Thor swallowed thickly before nodding his head, a small smile curling his lips as he puffed out a tiny laugh. It was a weak facade but it was all he had to offer. "Of course, darling. Why wouldn't I be?"
Of course, you saw right through his lame attempt of a lie. You pressed your lips together into a grimace, leaning forward to cup his face. "Thor, please, tell me what's wrong."
Thor practically melted into your gentle touch, your hands so smooth against his stubbled cheek. You always had a way with Thor that made him putty in your hands. Thor believed that you had spent too much time with Loki, the god of mischief's skill of shaping words must've worn off on you because Thor was totally encaptured whenever you spoke.
Thor gazed into your E/C eyes, a sudden rush of tears sudden brimming his eyes. You were so beautiful, you would surely leave him.
You stared back at Thor with concern, you could see the pain on his face. You studied his face, smiling softly. He was so beautiful, his mismatched eyes framed with smile lines that reminded you of the centuries of fun the two of you had experienced together. Norns, you were so lucky to have him in your life.
"Thor," you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a quick innocent kiss to his cheek. "What's wrong?"
"Y/N..." Thor started in a sigh, dipping his head down in shame as he avoided your gaze. "Do you still love me?"
You couldn't help but be offended, a sharp twist of hurt ripping through your heart. You openly frowned, your eyebrows furrowing. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"
Thor didn't answer at first, letting out a shaky breath. He was embarrassed to say the least, not even wanting to continue to conversation. He felt stupid, like an idiot begging for love from a person that he didn't deserve.
Though Y/N was not going to let Thor's behavior continue. She tilted his face up to level with hers, his gaze forced to meet her worried eyes. The raw emotion the filled them was clear as day, but Thor's insecurities clouded them from his view.
"Why would you?" Thor finally replied in a weak voice that didn't fit Thor's character. "I mean look at me, Y/N, I'm nothing more than a coward. I'm disgusting and now you're stuck in a marriage with a coward."
You let out a short breath from your nose, trying to process the lies Thor had just dumped on you and come up with an answer.
A tear slipped from Thor's eye when you didn't respond immediately, he knew you were about to leave him. This was your chance to take an escape pod to the nearest planet and forget about him. But you didn't move from your spot beside Thor, instead, you just stared at him. It was almost a glare, but you weren't angry.
Thor dropped his head, another tear rolling down his cheek. "I'm a coward," he repeated in a broken whisper.
"Don't you dare say that," you almost growled, upset that your beloved husband would even think such things. "Don't you dare call yourself a coward when we both know that you're so much more than that."
Thor met your gaze, still not believing your words. "After the snap, after I lost you, I quit. I didn't do anything but feel sorry for myself. I should've kept fighting, I should've stayed strong -- but I didn't. Instead, I got drunk and distracted myself just so I could ignore the pain I felt. I was a coward, Y/N. I should've kept fighting, but I didn't."
"You had lost everything," you said in a firm tone, holding both of his cheeks in your hands. "You lost everyone and everything you cared for. You got the worst of it all. You were lonely and in pain, you were trying to heal yourself the only way you knew how. You are not weak and you're certainly not a coward. You are strong, you came back and because of you, I'm here. I'm here now, Thor. You saved me. You are not a coward. You're my hero and my husband and the love of my life, but you're more than that too. You're my everything, Thor. I love you with my entire soul, don't you know that?"
Thor couldn't help but feel a sense of relief from your words. Despite him still not one hundred percent believing everything you said, he was convinced that you loved him. And that was enough for Thor at that moment, to know that he still had you.
Thor didn't know how to phrase his next insecurity, so he just tried to muster through it. "Doesn't it bother you how much I've changed?"
Y/N smiled, leaning forward and pressing a loving kiss to Thor's lips before pulling back, staring into his eyes. "Thor, I love you no matter what. Everything about you is amazing to me. You're handsome, sexy, beautiful, and so much more. So no, it doesn't bother me how much you've changed because I will always think you're the most handsome man in the universe."
Thor huffed out a breath he had been holding in. "I love you so much, darling."
You smiled, wrapping your arms around your husband as he pulled you into his chest. He held you, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his chin resting on the top of your head. You pressed a few kisses on his neck and jaw, feeling nothing but safe in Thor's arms. "I love you too."
Perhaps there was a lot more that would need to be said, Thor's scars running too deep for your words and kisses to fix alone. But at that moment, with you in Thor's arms and your words of love swimming in Thor's head, everything was perfect.
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A/N: tysm for reading <33 chubby thor is supreme thor 😌 this was originally posted on my wattpad @ corrupfvcker :)
