Someone New 14
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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor
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You don’t open your eyes right away. You want to bask in that moment; you’re not sure how many more like this you’ll have. As for those that came before, you can’t remember many, if any.
How many times did you wake up alone, just as reluctant to get up but for a different reason. And how many times did you go to bed the same way? That was harder. Trying not to think about him when you had no one to distract you.
Thor isn’t just a distraction. He’s the first thing you think of. Not Steve, not anymore.
“I’m painfully happy too,” he grumbles in your ear.
You wince. You thought he was sleeping. His arm is slung across you and his large leg hooked around one of yours. He nuzzles your cheek as he nuzzles closer.
“Do we have to get up?” He rumbles.
“Not yet,” you keep your eyes closed. He tucks his hand under your side as he clings to you.
“Good, for I don’t think you could get me off you.”
You chuckle. He hums as his hand slowly drifts down, fingertips pressing into your flesh. His touch sends a shiver through you as his breath dampens your cheek. You’re naked beneath the twisted blankets. You never thought of this kind of comfort. Of not wanting to hide from someone.
He traces the crease between your thigh and pelvis. You moan as he tickles the curly hairs along your cunt. You run your hand down his arm and lean your head against him.
You open your legs as his teases between your lips. He exhales against your temple as he glides up and down your cunt. He swirls around your clit and your thighs clench. You murmur and push your head down into the pillow.
You tilt your pelvis, welcoming him. He dips his finger into you, then a second. He growls and kisses along your cheek and hair as he pushes the heel of his hand against your clit. He rocks his grip steadily, until you’re squirming and squealing.
Your body contorts as you cum. Your head lolls and your spine curves. You shake in ecstasy as he eases you through your climax.
He shifts slowly and brings himself over you. He splits your legs with his knees as he holds his body over yours. He leans on one arm and guides his tip up the inside of your thigh. He sinks into you inch by inch.
You sigh and frame his face between your hands. You kiss him as he bottoms out. You nibble his lip as he thrusts. You hook your legs around his and drag your hands down his thick neck. He snarls down at you as you spread your fingers across his chest and let your eyes rove over the perfection of his body.
“You’re not real,” you say.
His lip twitches and he smirks. “All real, all yours,” he rasps as he pumps into you. “Good luck getting rid of me.”
You giggle and pull him back down to your mouth. Your bodies move in tandem, in a desperate rhythm, eager to find comfort in each other. He brings you over the edge again and you cry out shamelessly. It isn’t long before he’s spent as well.
He drops down on you. His full weight makes you claustrophobic, but only for a moment. You stay like that until you ache. You tap his arm gently.
“I need to… go,” you utter shyly.
He chuckles. “Go where?”
“You know,” you squeak.
“Mm, not too far,” he warns.
He slides out of you reluctantly and flops onto his back. Your insides clench at the sudden hollowness. You sit up and brace yourself before you stand.
You go to the bathroom to relieve the hot pressure. That’s better. You finish up and go back out. Thor’s not in the bed.
You didn’t hear him. You frown. How can such a big man be so sneaky?
You grab your robe and your phone and head downstairs. As you do, your phone flashes. You have several missed messages from Sam. Again. And that one email you’ve been avoiding.
Thor’s in the kitchen. You enter behind him and watch his muscular back. You shiver. You don’t know how he can stand it in just his boxers. You suppose it’s normal for locals.
“Coffee or tea?” He offers.
“Coffee, please,” you rub your eyes.
“Wonderful,” he says as he sets up the press. “Then I will make you a proper Norwegian breakfast. You don’t mind if I run out quickly? It wouldn’t be right without smoked salmon.”
“You don’t have to do all that,” you protest.
“Yes, I do. Because I want to.” He insists. “So let me.”
You sigh softly. “You’re going to get tired of me sooner or later.”
“Never,” he avows. “Now, don’t you come over here trying to help me. You aren’t to lift a finger. And if I catch you…” He arches a brow. “I will make certain you don’t leave that bed all day.”
“Oh?” You grin. “Is that a promise?”
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You finally call Sam back. Thor’s in the shower so you should have enough time to assure him you’re okay. No more storms.
You let the phone dial out and he picks up in a scuffle of fabric and huffing. He’s sweating as he centres the lens on himself. He grins.
“Hey, girlie, you’ve been dodging me again.”
“No. I was… sleeping.”
“And then what?” He challenges. “Too busy for me, huh?” He sits down and wipes his face with a towel. “Or avoiding me.”
“No, why would I…”
“I know you got it too,” he goads.
You purse your lips and look away. You shrug.
“Yeah, and… I mean, it’s not a surprise.”
“I know you haven’t replied yet either,” he points his finger at the camera.
“I haven’t had the chance.”
“Uh huh,” he clucks. “You don’t wanna know how I know?”
“No.”
“Because he told me.” He tilts his head. “Looks like your BFF might have just clued in that you’re gone.”
You huff. “Sam.”
“Well… are you coming? I kinda gotta know if I’m stuck with Mr. Mopey Pants by myself.”
You scratch your forehead. “It’s kinda… soon. Three months away.”
“Oh, yeah. I gotta say I was surprised since they haven’t been able to agree on anything.” He scoffs. “Actually… you don’t think it’s because… you’re there?”
You shake your head. “Well, I’m not due back for another what, eight months? Sure is convenient.”
“But Steve wants you there. How long have we known each other? I know he’s stupid but you know he does.” Sam argues.
“Maybe he does but Peggy… she doesn’t.”
“Ah, come on. Peggy just happens to be with Steve. I’m sure she doesn’t actually hate you–”
“She does, Sam. She told me as much the day I left. In the bathroom. It was… eye opening but exactly what I needed.” You hunch down. “Sam, you’ll always be my friend but I think this is the end for me and Steve. I… what I did all those years, hanging off him, that was unfair.” You rub your neck. “I wasn’t the victim. I did it to myself.”
Sam’s quiet. You are too.
“Well, glad to finally get some honesty out of you,” he sits up. “So, you gonna tell me what you’ve been doing over there.”
“Working.”
“Working. Sure. I will get it out of you–”
“I was thinking,” Thor’s booming voice startles you. “I might go up and get Thunder. We could take her to that puppy cafe–”
“Thor, uh, oh!” Your eyes round at the screen as he comes into frame in only a towel. “Shit!”
You slam your thumb against the red button and hang up. You stand and face Thor. “Sure, that sounds great.”
“I interrupted?” He drawls.
“It was just my friend Sam checking in. We were done anyway.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to. In fact, I’d have liked to meet him. You speak so highly of him.”
“Maybe next time,” you smile sheepishly. Your phone shakes in your hand. You can hear it buzzing.
He looks down. “Are you sure that isn’t him?”
You stare at him. Blond hair damp and slightly wavy. The towel is low on his hips, the vee of his torso making you a bit dizzy. You have to keep from staring at him because you still can’t believe he’s really real.
“Ummmm,” you check your phone. “I’ll just be a second.”
“Are you hiding me?” He challenges.
“No, I just think… you might like to have a shirt on when you meet him.” You rebuff.
“Ah, yes, perhaps,” he looks down. “But I’m not very shy.”
“I know,” you chuckle. “I’ll be right back.”
“Alright, I will be patient.” He resigns glumly.
You scurry away and answer the phone, rushing up the stairs. You’re not lying to Thor, you’re just being cautious. Besides, you want to keep the old and new apart for just a little longer.
“Hi. Sam.” You say sharply.
“Spill. Now.” Sam snips.
“What? I don’t know–”
“No, no. I saw him. Alllll of him.” He insists. “Looks about six foot five, at least two-fifty–”
“Sam,” you squeal. “Please.”
He cackles. “Why the hell are you hiding that!? He’s like an actual viking. Wait, no, what’s there God over there or whatever?”
“Sam, stop.”
“I knew you were lying!” He boasts.
“I wasn’t lying, I just wasn’t telling you–”
“Oh ho ho. That’s fucking amazing. I knew you were getting some.” He wiggles excitedly. “Is it big? Thick?”
“Sam!”
“Don’t worry, I got nothing to be jealous of. Trust me,” he winks.
“Oh my god!” You smack your forehead. “Please stop.”
“If you told me, I wouldn’t be like this but you asked for this.”
“Please, Sam,” you plead. “You’re not going to… tell?”
“Who? Bucky?” He snorts. “Guy can’t figure out it’s raining when his shoes are soaked through.”
“Sam,” you chide anon.
“Him? No.” His face falls. “No, you enjoy that big hunk of Norwegian beef cake.”
You exhale and cringe. “It’s just… it’s new and… he’s…” you try to find the words. “He’s really hot.”
He chortles madly. “Damn right!”
“Like really hot,” you press your palm to your hot cheek.
“Okay, now you’re getting a bit cocky,” he warns playfully. “Well, you know, if you don’t wanna come home… maybe I’ll just have to come drag you back. And no hiding behind the viking.”
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It’s hard to go back to normal. Or even just the usual. Hard to focus as Thor sits outside the site with Thunder, taunting you with just his presence. Each minute is torture as you can’t wait to get home and just be together.
The more time you spend with him, the more realisation crashes down on you. All those years with Steve were never like this. They were never calm, never cozy. You were always performing, always dreaming. With Thor, you can just be there, just in the moment, doing absolutely nothing, and entirely content.
Yet so much weighs on you. This won’t last forever. You can’t let yourself fall too fast or too deep. It’s doomed from the start and of course it is. All you can do is make the most of the time you have.
“I’m so tired,” you yawn as you drive down the mountain road.
Thor struggles to keep Thunder from hopping onto the dash. “If only we had the energy of this mighty goddess.” He muses.
“Mm, I envy her.”
“Oh, don’t be too jealous. You may sit in my lap as soon as we are off the mountain,” he teases.
“Hah,” you snort dryly. “Very cute.”
“Don’t act as if you don’t long for it,” he goads.
“Maybe,” you mutter. “I think I just want to lay down.”
“Under me? Or on top me?” He asks.
You slow and look over at him. He smirks coyly. You roll your eyes.
“Ah, I only kid. Allow me to do all the work. I’ll have your dinner cooked and a hot bath ready.” He avows.
“You don’t have to do all that.”
“And maybe a massage,” he ignores your protests. “Help get out those kinks. The way you hunch over your work, it isn’t good for the neck.”
“I know,” you mutter. “Alright… that all sounds lovely. I’ll let you spoil me.”
“Thank you, my queen,” he reaches over to rest his hand on your seat and pets your hair. “That’s all I ever ask of you.”
You giggle and keep driving. Those little moments you’ll hang onto forever. You try not to think about what you’ll miss in the future. Too long you spent concerned with what could and would happen.
You pull up to your house and slam on the break harder than you mean to. Two figures sit on your steps, suitcases by the railing. Sam pops his head up and waves, nudging Bucky who nearly falls over. You stare, dumbfounded.
“Uhhhhh….” You drone dumbly.
Thor tilts his head, “looks like you have visitors.” Thunder wiggles and turns to yap at your unexpected guests.
“Yeah, looks like,” you utter.