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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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 :)
