#chubby thor

[kohada-sushi]

chubby Thor modern AU

[emma-frxst]

Welcome to Hard Times (Volume 2)

Pairing: Endgame!Thor x avenger!reader

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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[peach-fiz]

Late night mini rant but I suppose the reason I like Thor so much in Endgame is bc he fairly represents my mental health while being a comfort to it. How everyone treats him in the movie is how my anxiety makes me think people think of me. He's a mess and I'm a mess. And he's so sensitive to touch because he hasn't been with anyone in so long. When Frigga touches his face and he makes a little squirmy noise and he tries to cover his body with his robe. No one's talked to him about how he's changed and he's terrified of what someone he truly loves and cares for might think of it. He knows it's there and he'd rather not anyone touch it. Solidify it as reality.

And in tlat you see his anxiety lingers. He didn't have that before. He was a little more comedic in Ragnarok, sure, but especially when he's talking to Jane (or about her) he seems anxious and frantic like he's struggling to keep hold of himself.

In Endgame specifically he's comedically out of touch because really, he doesn't want to be there. He's been at home by himself so long he's lost the small sense of boundaries he did have before the blip. He knows there's no one left. There's no one coming back for him. But for the first time in 5 years, he's needed. He can feel wanted again. Like the hero he was supposed to be.

In conclusion:

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I know that you write Bucky/Steve/Nat content but I've got to tell you, I am REALLY digging fat drunk Thor at the moment. I know that they played it up for laughs and jokes in the movie, which honestly kinda upset me, but I think it had so much potential, and I can't stop thinking about it in this context.

Like. Thor drinks so much beer every day that he, and ASGARDIAN, gets drunk on mortal booze. I imagine that would be a harder feat to accomplish than Bucky and Steve getting drunk on their super serum genes. And then eating all the time that every meal he ends up stuffed and bloated and panting because of how much food he's crammed into himself?? He is always drunk and always stuffed and his gut just blows up.

I know that the reason behind it in the show is sad but think of it in a not-sad way. Bucky and Steve take Thor out to bars because he never gets out and only drinks at home. They introduce him to the wonderful world of greasy bar food and bottomless beer and cocktails. Then he gets so drunk that he can hardly remember his own name and can't stand up without help and is at that stage where he just can't stop drinking even though he probably should, and so stuffed that he get stuck wedged under the table. He holds his gut like a pregnant woman and people rub his gut or good luck like Buddah. Maybe other drunk people at the club see him and order him more food and drink and an Asgardian custom is that he has to indulge in all the things people give him so he has to consume it all.

I don't know if you would think of this as a Steve/Bucky/Thor thing, a Steve/Bucky & Thor thing or just a Thor thing but I have been drooling over the thought of Thor being constantly drunk and stuffed and I didn't know who else I could share this with

Oooh, thanks for sharing! I'm not super into Thor myself (I like soft, obviously, 😂 his muscles are generally too much for me, lol) but no, I so feel you with how upsetting it was to make fun of fat Thor so much! Literally dunking on this man's trauma. Wtf? So fucking uncool

The spirits and booze and mead and beer and liquor and everything, you're so right! He'll chug anything he can get his hands on; he'll eat anything he can get his hands on. Imagine, too, if we're talking about trauma how feasts are part of Asgardian culture as a post-battle celebration, so having these feasts alone brings up all the happy memories he had with his fellow warriors all gone, turned to dust... ouch. That just makes him force down more, eating his feelings. He's got a lot of feelings. He needs to just push through until he's too full, panting painfully, throbbing and aching, his gut distended in front of him, so heavy he can't pick himself up, too round to see past. So, he just lays there, exhausted, digesting, crashing into a food coma where he doesn't dream. Weighed down. And without moving and only drinking and stuffing like that, out of control, constantly crammed full, he sure as shit does blow up. He gets so fat so fast.

It starts sad, but he ends up getting companionship through it, yes, please!

Steve - just Steve at first, before they get everyone back - helps him to at least binge in company. Eating so much in company makes him marry again. It's good. Especially when midgardians become delighted with how much alcohol he can throw back and now much food he can put down. Mortals call him affectionate things, slapping him on the shoulders, patting his belly, challenging him to competitions he easily bests them in, etc. It feels joyful and easy (aside from the way his overstuffed stomach aches, his muscles sore from stretching so vastly). Slowly, Thor's fat isn't a source of pain but one of indulgence and prosperity again. Loudly and happily, he embraces his new body and the effect it has on others. The attention is warm, and the food and drink are hot.

(P.S. I recommend the blog @thors-soft-cheeks with the tag '#chubby thor' for good fat Thor content!)

[witchthewriter]

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ⋆

↳ female reader, but race is ambiguous (I’m not trying to be rude but I cannot remember the term for when the reader’s race/ethnicity isn’t mentioned. Does anyone know??) 

a/n: I didn’t want to call him ‘fat’ Thor (even though fat isn’t a bad word) because he is so much more than his appearance. In Endgame he is deflated, mourning, hurting. He’s depressed, which is a different part of Thor that we haven’t seen before Endgame.      Also this one is a tad long - and it’s self-indulgent. I love plus size Thor, and have a major crush on him...

Oh and mentions of depression, mental illness etc

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・You met on a park bench. 

There had been a book in your hand and the other in a packet of chips. You munched, picking up your phone and changing the song. Your carefully crafted playlist had stopped working. 

    “Oh far out-” you gad grumbled, yanking out your earphones and setting down your book. 

“This is ridiculous,” your phone was acting up and you had no idea why. 

       “Sorry. Probably my fault.” A deep voice sounded next to you. 

You gasped, jumping away slightly. You hadn’t noticed the man who sat on the other side of the bench. His blonde hair long and tangled, a bushy beard growing wildly.

  You knew who he was, Thor, the god of thunder. The god. A god. God. 

Oh my god, you thought. An avenger. Who didn’t defeat Thanos. 

    It had been 4 years since the blip, and for the most part, you held no ill will towards the heroes of earth. Even though half your family no longer existed. 

A twang pained your chest, remembering those who were lost. The ones who didn’t have a funeral, who were gone. 

    You took in Thor’s appearance and you understood.  Depression, in simple terms, is a bitch. You knew that, many many people knew that. You had seen the newspapers, the social media mocking Thor. It was hurtful. Moving past the point of immoral. 

  You realised you had been sitting in silence for a good minute now. Both of you were quiet, unmoving. 

      “It’s not your fault,” you mumbled, which got Thor’s attention. 

He was silent. Maybe he hadn’t heard you. 

Then without warning, he got up and left. 

・You visited that bench many times a week, making yourself leave your bedroom and go outside. 

・And Thor was there. Not so much at first... but he felt similarly to you. 

・You knew he was near when your phone would start playing up; doing weird things like not allowing notifications, playing random songs then stopping. When your phone wasn’t in a mess, you felt lonely. 

・He began talking to you too, not just sitting there grumbling. 

“Oh, so you do have a tongue?” You joked. 

      “Your conversation isn’t always so exciting,” he snipped back. It made you smile. 

・Thor was falling in love. Even before this whole mess, he fell in love a lot. But this time, when he was at his worst. You treated him like a normal being. No fat jokes, no cruelty. And he did notice the awful jokes at his expense. 

・You enjoyed talking to Thor. It made you feel important, like there was a purpose. 

・One day Thor said, “this bench is getting uncomfortable. Let’s find somewhere else to sit.” And he took you to a restaurant. 

・Was that a date? Yes, did you realise it was a date? No. 

・Thor started taking care of his appearance a tad more. Raking a brush through his hair, trimming his beard. He felt no need to lose weight. Because you told him there as nothing wrong with it. And there wasn’t. Weight never defines your value. 

・You invited him over to your place, introducing him to your pets. He got on well with them; your two cats and rescue dog. 

・To a stranger, you guys seemed like a married couple. A little family with your pets. He never slept over, not wanting to impose. And you never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. 

・You could tell that he was hiding something. And it came out one night. 

・His shame. 

・Thor felt so much guilt, so much that he fell to his knees. Pressing his head into your stomach, a heart-breaking sob coming from the god. 

・”Let it out. I’m here. I’m here,” one hand grabbed the back of his head, pressing him to you. The other stroked his blonde hair, trying your best to soothe him. 

・Your rescue dog, Jinx, was beside Thor. As time ticked by, Jinx let out a whine, wanting Thor’s attention. And it broke the tension. 

・There was a barrier that shattered in Thor, and you felt closer to him. Like you understood him better. 

・Your humour fitted Thor’s perfectly. His wit is usually downplayed, but you realised that he was quite the clever god. 

・You helped him created a self-care/mental health plan. Depending on how badly he felt it ranged from taking a shower/bath with essentials oils to taking a walk, screaming into a pillow, breath work. 

・Movie nights are a must. Watching iconic movies, cringey movies, anything and everything. Sometimes you have to explain phrases and midgardian concepts. But he enjoys it. 

・Walking Jinx together; your neighbours know both of you now. Before Thor, you didn’t introduce yourself or talk to many strangers. But whenever you’re with Thor, you felt safer, more comfortable in yourself. 

・Telling each other childhood memories and you always feel inadequate saying yours. But he encourages you, wanting to hear anything you have to say. 

・He starts sleeping over, than somehow he kinda moves in? 

・Soon it was a normal thing for Thor to be spooning you, a leg thrown over yours; snoring loudly. He hadn’t had a good nights sleep until then. 

・Confessing how alone he feels. That he has no family left, his mother gone. Father gone. Brother, Loki - gone. 

・Things changed when Scott came back.    “Y/n, this is my chance. To make things right,” his eyes near pleading you.  You knew he was a god, you knew he was hard to kill. But this was something that scared you. You couldn’t lose another loved one. 

・You let him go, under the promise that he would return to you. 

[hope-to-hell]

Like This. Chubby Thor x Reader. Smut, breeding kink. When he smiles it’s like sunshine.

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Look at him: he’s strong, so fucking strong, and though he’s a little softer and a little sadder he was and is and will remain worthy. He spits and roars like a bear on the battlefield and when it comes time to dress his wounds he lets you take his armor off piece by piece, showing you the secret catches that hold it all together.

Nothing that some salve won’t fix. I don’t even have to sew you up this time. And if Thor’s a little disappointed by that he hides it well; he likes the burn and pull of silk thread through his skin and anyway it means more time with your hands on him, stroking over silver lines, following their path down hip and thigh.

Your hands trace over cuts and scrapes, working sweet salve into every bit of broken skin. It makes him smell like pine forest at the edge of a meadow, wild and tangled by the wind. And if your hand wanders down to close around his cock, it’s hardly unexpected. After all, for every press and stroke, every slick drag of your fingers over his skin, he makes a soft sound deep in his throat, like it costs him all his strength to keep from turning you beneath him. The sound is a call that you answer with the tremor of your fingertips and fresh slick appearing on the thigh you hadn’t even realized you were grinding against.

Hey. Lemme ride you. I want to see you, all of you. His assent is in the pulse of his cock and the little swallow he makes; his smile is like sunshine, surrounded by a beard still braided and blood-flecked from the fight.

Get up here. His hands are big and broad and rough and there’s a gentleness to his voice like always, like he’s trying so damn hard to put you at ease. Like you haven’t done this a hundred times before, like he won’t be pulling you down onto his cock and filling you to overflowing with his seed. Like he won’t give in to his nature as not just the god of thunder but of fertility. Like he won’t stroke your belly with a callused palm and find himself breathless at the life growing there.

But that’s for later, when he’s spent so long over and around and inside you it’s a wonder you can pull yourselves apart and become separate people again. It’s for when you wriggle your cold feet between his shins and feel his breath warm in your hair. Right now, though, there’s urgency in the way he tugs you up and over, hands firm on your hips as he plants his feet to sheathe himself in you to the root. He pulses inside you with the slide of your hands over his belly and the soft gasp that escapes your lips at the sheer girth of him. I want us to be like this always.

Just like this?

Yeah. Fuck. Do that again as his hands tighten on your hips; there’ll be bruises later, little aching points that whisper a memory of this moment into your flesh. There would be bruises on him, too, were he a mortal man; your fingers dig first into his belly and then his thighs when you arch back to get the angle just right. I like you like this. Like you could hold the world at bay and keep me safe.

And when he comes it’s not with a shout or moan or even a whimper. It’s with a laugh that’s soft and warm and a little breathless when he wraps you in his arms and pulls you down. After all, he still has to take you completely apart.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

TLC

A/N: Sorry not sorry about the length.

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Pairing: Chubby! Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, a little angst, but so much fluff!

Word count: 1900ish

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The events of the snap had affected everyone. Some more severely than the others. Millions had lost families, some mourned the loss of those who sacrificed their lives in the battle, others simply dusted away into oblivion with no signs of returning.

Your ex demi-God boyfriend took it the hardest. His downfall had begun when he took the entire blame of failing to stop the Mad Titan during the battle of Wakanda. His family, his support system was lost long before but he’d still managed to look at the bright side. It was you that he held onto when the times were tough.

Thanos wiped out half of the population along with every last strand of hope Thor had left to believe in himself. After that, he had pushed everyone away, wallowed in self-pity no matter how much he denied and pretended he was just taking a break. He pushed you away too, now that there wasn’t a point to anything he thought it best to set you free, free from the pain he’d put you through over the years, free to lead your life without him.

There came a time when Thor had been down in the dumps, drinking & wasting his life away, you received a call from Brunnhilde from New Asgard, asking for help.

As heart-broken as you were, there was still a part of you that cared about Thor, the part that loved him without knowing his whereabouts before the call, the part that made your hopeless heart beat a little faster every time there was some news regarding your fellow Avengers, or a knock on your door. That part in you made you book a plane ticket to Norway in search of your Thunder God.

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New Asgard was beautiful, brave Asgardians had rebuilt their lives after losing their home planet. Upon meeting Valkyrie, you learnt that there was a brawl in the local pub initiated by none other than the person who’d come looking for. The damage was severe given the reason for the fight. He’d been denied more alcohol that led to several tables being destroyed and the owner of the pub sporting several bruises to his face.

“He’s not our King, not anymore.”

“That man has lost his way, who wants that in a leader?”

The Asgardians held more anger towards their King that you’d ever known. You understood their side, you did but, you also knew what made him act the way he did. And you had made up your mind to fix it.

The walk to Thor’s cottage was short, the door was left ajar & your nostrils were filled with a stench of old beer and something vile as you entered.

The place was a mess to say the least, old take-out boxes strewn about, clothes and shoes that hid furniture pieces under them, the Stormbreaker resting against the fireplace. There was a groan from upstairs indicating the location of the Asgardian God.

“Are you here with my barrels?” He called out, speech slurred and muffled as it reached you.

“No actually I’m here to restore a former King who has lost his way.”

Your voice made him freeze, he hadn’t heard you in two years, a voice that once filled his heart with joy and love, and the face that once made him so happy. As you pushed the bedroom door open, you saw his eyes meet yours for a second before he turned away to stare out the window.

“Why are you here? I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”

It broke your heart to see his eyes not light up the way they used to upon seeing you, it pained you that he didn’t reach to pull you in his arms and spin you around like he used to.

“I think you do. The old Thor would be delighted to see me, he would make sure the world would melt away when he’d kiss me, the old Thor w—”

“The old Thor is dead. If you came looking for him, I’m sorry but he is long gone.” He replied harshly, still not facing you as he shoulders sagged and you heard him sniffle after some moments of silence.

You stepped closer and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder coaxing him to look at you. He moved but his eyes were downcast before you grabbed his face in your hands and were met with his mismatched eyes swimming with unshed tears, once well groomed face now a scruffy mess of overgrown beard and unkempt blonde locks.

“Don’t you ever tell me that the old Thor is dead. I know he’s still in there, he’s just hiding beneath this defensive, hurt, slightly sloppy exterior.”

He gave you a watery chuckle, before wiping his nose on the sleeve of his sweater. You took his hand and led him to the bathroom where you began filling water in the bathtub.

“I have missed you (Y/N).” Thor spoke as followed you back out where you removed your jacket.

“I know.” You nodded towards his bedside table that held a picture of you and him taken by Natasha back at the compound when you had fallen asleep on top of him after a mission on the couch. You remembered wondering who had stolen your copy after you thought you misplaced it years ago.

Thor remained clothed as the water filled the tub, eyes downcast again.

“I’m not how I used to be.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

Giving him a reassuring smile, you helped him undress, noticing how self-conscious this man got. You thought of something he’d done when you had your moments of insecurity back when you started dating the Avenger.

Closing the bathroom door, you undressed as well, revealing your curves, battle scars and everything Thor was once so familiar with and had made you believe just how beautiful you were. Now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“What are you doing? Y-you don’t have to—”

“I’m reminding you how secure and loved you made me feel when I was having trouble believing it for myself.”

“You have always been beautiful to me. You always will be.” He said with such surety, almost proudly as if there wasn’t a breakup that had left you both miserable.

You made Thor sit in the tub with his head leaned back for you to clean and he obliged, holding onto your hand the entire time in case he’d been dreaming this entire time & that you would vanish into thin air.

A soft kiss to his forehead later you began working your fingers through his hair, trying to get all the accumulated dirt out. It wasn’t long before Thor’s breath became uneven and he held back tears once more.

“Thor it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ve let you down. I’ve let everyone down. I failed at protecting everyone from him.”

“You didn’t fail Thor and you certainly didn’t let anyone down. You’ve lost more than any one of us can ever imagine, you were grieving. You are allowed to grieve. You know what this means. You’re just like the rest of us.”

“But I’m not supposed to be like the rest of you.” He sniffed, holding onto your arms as dry heaves racked his large frame.

“Everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be Thor. It’s okay to mourn, it’s not okay to let yourself be lost in that feeling forever. You lost all of your family but you kept fighting didn’t you? Well the fight’s not over just because he won. We fight everyday, some days harder than others, no matter how difficult it may seem because we owe it to the people we lost.”

You kept rubbing his back while he calmed down, pressing as many kisses to the side of head as you could given the awkward position you were in.

“You were my family (Y/N) and I pushed you away. You didn’t deserve it a-and I’m so so—”

“I don’t blame you, I never did. I still love you Thor, very much. Nothing will ever change that.” You smiled, touching your forehead to his.

“I love you too my beautiful dove.”

He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss a little different from the ones you were used to. He tasted of beer but it didn’t matter, it was still your beloved God of Thunder. The kiss turned hungry when his hands went to the back of your neck to pull you closer while the other went around your naked back, coaxing you into the tub.

Water splashed about and spilled over as you stepped in, straddling his lap before resuming, this time your tongue ran along his bristly lip, biting softly, relishing in the feeling of him again after such a long time.

Thor moved on to pepper your jaw and neck with hurried kisses while his hands roamed over your body, having missed feeling your skin against his, the way your body moulded perfectly against him. He had missed the way you shuddered as his teeth grazed the junction between your neck and shoulder, the way you moaned when he marked a spot there, claiming you as his. He missed the way your breasts felt against his palm, the way your nipples hardened under his touch.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Thor mumbled between wet kisses against your chest while you pushed his face closer with your hands, wanting to feel as much of him as possible against your skin, a loud gasp emitting from your lips when he rolled his tongue around your nipple before sucking.

Your hips slid against his crotch, desperate for more friction, his shaft rubbing against your folds earning a groan from Thor who suddenly moved your hips, angling you to hover over his erect cock before slowly letting you sink down on him.

The stretch stung a little given how long it had been, though your warmth welcomed him as you held him close, that familiar feeling of being one with Thor returning after a long gap. He buried his face in your neck, soft hands holding your back securely, leaving no space between your bodies as the only sound echoed in the room was of warm water lapping against the sides of the tub and your mingled breaths.

“My love...”

“I’m here.”

You rolled your hips slowly, savouring the feeling of him snug inside you before the need to chase your releases became vital and you both moved in tandem before your end washed over, leaving you writhing in pleasure in Thor’s arms while he held you. Your orgasm triggered his own as he grabbed your hips and began thrusting into you, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your system.

A few moments after returning to your senses, you realised the water had gone cold & it was time to get out before your skin started pruning but neither of you made any effort of doing so.

“Thank you love.”

“For what?”

“Saving me.”

“You would’ve done it for me.”

“We have to get out some time you know.” You chuckled, lazily drawing patterns on his soft back while he placed kisses repeatedly on your shoulder.

“I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

[littlekingterry]

New finished work for @ella-hamato <3 <3 <3 Ahhh it was extremely lovely to draw chubby Thor <3 <3