A Wife for Thor Pt.30 - End
An Offer She Can’t Refuse
09/05/2021
Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 4,954
Warnings: character death, smut, language, fluff
A/N: This is the end! The is the last chapter. I had only really one more thing I needed to tie up as far as loose ends goes and I’m so glad with how it came out. Also, the scene at the beginning was so much fun to write. Like, I was giggling like an idiot. Anywho, hope y’all enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it! I’m sad to say goodbye to this reader but who knows, maybe I’ll do some holiday one shots for this pairing at some point. No promises, but maybe. Thanks for going with me on this journey! xoxo
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“My wife died!”
Thor’s voice is tight, strangled and stuck in his throat as he says the words loudly. He sits forward, hands grasping the sides of his head.
His hair is long now. Back to the length that you’d first admired in him in the videos of him fighting alongside the Avengers.
He’d grown it out for you, because you’d love it so. Now he fists it, yanking on it slightly as he shakes his head.
“Your Majesty…”
“Please,” Thor begs. “She died. She was in my arms and she stopped breathing. She wouldn’t open her eyes. I was alone. Even with Loki and Heimdall at my side, she was gone and I was alone.”
“Thor, leave Estrid alone.”
The poor woman looks up at you, mouthing a quick thanks before she scurries from the room leaving you and Thor alone in your private sitting room.
At his feet Tavis sits playing with a few blocks. Ten months old now and already so strong. Each block he lifts he brings to his mouth to taste then tosses it further than a baby his age should be able to.
Thor springs to his feet carefully and moves towards you, scooping you into the cage of his arms and dipping you before kissing your lips with a loud smack. Then he turns to the baby in your arms who is breathing rapidly from excitement at her daddy’s proximity.
“Come here, you little terror,” he coos at her and takes her from you after standing you upright.
As he walks away, you press your hand to your side, groaning as his dip had twisted the sore spot a little.
Thor whips around to look at you, face devoid of any humor from his silliness before. He balances Kasi with his large hand on her little back and she reaches up and babbles nonsense as she tugs on his beard.
He’s unbothered.
“Did I hurt you, cherub?” he worries.
“No,” you smile at him making your way to the sofa to sit behind the spot where Thor will place Kasi beside her brother. “No, I’m just sore still.”
Thor puts your daughter down about a foot away in the very spot you’d known he would. After scooping some blocks over for her to play with too, he rushes to your side and sits literally right beside you, arm thrown around the back of the sofa while his other finds your thigh to stroke gently.
“How bad is the pain? Worse or better than last week?” he checks.
“Better,” you smile. “I’m okay, puppy.”
“You died,” Thor frowns.
“For a few minutes, Thor. Also, you have to stop using that to get more ice cream from Estrid. She gets upset every time.”
You chuckle despite the topic and Thor pouts.
“I only wanted a bit more, not a lot.”
“I have three children, not two!” you tease him.
“Oh, is that right?” Thor says low and quiet.
The hand on your thigh snakes upwards, tickling the soft skin of your thighs. Luckily you’re wearing shorts and while he can definitely go higher, he’ll have to force his hand up the leg before he can touch anything significant.
You look at him, a sultry smirk in place as he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips. He tilts his head, placing his hand on the back of your head before pulling you in for another kiss, this time gently tasting your bottom lip.
“The babies,” you remind him.
“They’re fine,” Thor whispers, tilting your head and slipping his tongue past your lips.
His hand moves surprisingly easily up your pant leg and his fingers tickle the fleshy patch of your pussy. His middle finger extends further and he traces your slit, stopping at the peak of your mound in search of your clit.
You break away from his kiss for a moment, gasping at his touch before you yank him back against your lips.
Thor’s fingers do the devil’s work, or angels, depending on how you want to see it, and you spread your legs for him as he pushes his long digit into you.
He finds your spot easily and you throw your head back, breaking the kiss to breathe. He’s quick to kiss your neck, finding your thrumming pulse and suckling on the spot.
“Thor…” you moan and push him away from you.
“Where are you going?” Thor gasps, looking hazed out on lust as you round the sofa and move towards the doors.
“Estrid!”
She pops out from the side and her cheeks are tinged pink but she hurries in, knowing what you want.
“How are you, my wee little ones,” she gushes, sitting on the floor with the twins as you take Thor’s hand and pull him to his feet.
You don’t stop pulling Thor along until you’re in your bedroom, door locked, clothes hitting the floor as both of you undress and fall onto the bed.
The wince Thor’s weight pulls from you is unintentional and he quickly pulls back, searching your side for the large purple spot that has only lightened fractionally since Loki managed to pull the arrow and break the enchantment.
He kisses the spot softly, tracing the shape of the wound before he licks around its edge.
“Mmph, Thor,” you grunt, the sensation raising goosebumps on your skin.
Thor hurries up to meet your lips and uses his large hands placed on the back of your thighs near your butt to push your legs up and open.
His cock falls heavy against your core and he moves his hips forward and back over and over, slicking himself with your juices as he kisses you.
With his long hair tickling your shoulders and cheeks, you reach down to line him up and the bulb of his head slips through into your cunt.
You gasp, breaking his kiss as he stretches you. Biting your lip, you bring your hands down to his bottom and squeeze.
He grunts at the gesture and unable to help himself, he thrusts into you, burying himself completely as you cry out in ecstatic shock.
Thor gives you a minute to adjust, leaning down to bite your nipples gently then licking the sting away before he suckles on them.
He tastes your milk, stupidly ravenous for it. He switches to the other and sucks gently, moaning.
You hold his head there with one hand, fisting his golden hair while you give his ass another squeeze and buck up into him, urging him to move.
He obeys, pulling his cock almost completely out before thrusting into you again.
The start is slow, steady, as Thor finds his rhythm and the angle that he knows drives you nuts.
You cry out sharply when he does and he knows he’s got it. He pulls away from your breasts, smiling down at you smugly before leaning back and hooking his hands just above the curve of your bottom. He arches your back as he sits on his ankles as best as his bulky body will allow and with your body lifted and supported by his arms, he rams into you hitting that spot.
He brings one hand out from underneath you, his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in slow delicious circles.
You spasm under his touch as your body is electrified but he doesn’t stop and you twitch in his hold as you orgasm.
Only when you grip his wrists does he hold still, letting you ride out the high until you’re also still and your breathing isn’t so hitched.
“Ow,” you sigh, reaching up to your side.
Thor frowns, leaning over you to kiss the spot again, nuzzling it with his nose then traces kisses up along your stomach and between your breasts.
“Mmm,” you sigh, pushing his long hair back to look at his face.
“I love the way you fuck me, Thor,” you whisper for him knowing he’ll need just a little push to get him moving again.
He’s been so attentive about your injury.
His face contorts with desire and grief but he does what you want and he starts to piston into you again.
He fucks you deep and you pull him down to kiss away the strife from his body. It only takes a few good thrusts to get him to relax and focus on the pleasure your bodies demand.
You know when he’s close because he chases his release with small faster thrusts. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body up again, arching your back as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind up against him chasing a second climax.
He comes hard, voice guttural as he growls and that familiar electricity hits your body sending your own pleasure crashing at its peak.
You cry out, holding him to you as both your bodies relish in their highs.
The haze of sex lingers between you as Thor slides to the side to lay beside you but he keeps you in his arms, kissing your lips hungrily.
The anxiety in his massive form gives you your own worry but you know it stems from your time unconscious after you came home.
“I’m okay, puppy,” you promise him as he reaches down to hook your leg around his hip.
He’s already thrusting again, his dick semi-soft but hardening with each plunge.
You exhale slowly, shutting your eyes as you rest your forehead against his.
“I’m okay,” you assure him.
“I almost lost you,” Thor grieves, thrusting a little harder.
“But I’m here, puppy,” you promise him and kiss him.
He kisses you back then rolls onto his back. You mount him, pushing yourself up and start to ride him, your hands splayed along his chest as you rock your body.
He grabs hold of your hips and helps you move.
“Fuck, you feel so good, cherub,” Thor moans, and his urging speeds you up.
Ignoring the ache of your side, you lean on him to make it easier to pump yourself up and down on him.
“Gonna fill you up,” Thor’s deep voice whispers and the stutter your heart makes, the quake in your cunt drives you faster at his words as you throw your head back and bring his hands up to your breasts to fondle.
His spoken desire drives you absolutely nuts and you can’t wait for him to do just as he says.
~~~~~~~~~~
This visit has been coming for a while now. It’s been needed actually. You’ve been neglectful of your tenants.
These tenants in particular are important.
You’re alone, because that’s what you feel like you need. Not just for yourself, but for your friends too.
To you, that’s what they’ve always been.
A heavy sigh slips past your lips and you can’t put it off anymore. You reach up and knock.
The heavy timber of the door thuds thickly and you hear a scuffle of feet on the other side. There’s an adorable chuckle, a toddler probably wobbling around on her adorable tiny feet unsteadily.
The familiar voice comes through, “‘Twill be just a moment!”
“Take your time, Thora. There’s no rush.”
“Your Majesty?!”
The scuffling, shuffling, and noise on the other side of the door gets a bit more frantic and then the locks on the door are clicking out of place before it’s pulled open.
Standing there with her adorable little Luta in her arms is Thora, Armod’s wife, still as astoundingly beautiful as always.
Her long ice-blonde hair is much shorter than when you were last with her.
“Finally took my advice about cutting your hair, huh?”
“Come in, Your Majesty,” Thora gasps, moving back to let you in while Luta reaches out for you.
You take the toddler and she clings, resting her head on your shoulder and yawning.
She hasn’t seen you in a few weeks but she seems to remember you fine.
“Tea, Ma’am?” Thora asks, but you shake your head.
“I’m okay. I actually came to have a talk.”
You sit in the chair that Thora indicates is for you and you settle in, adjusting baby Luta in your arms as she dozes off.
“Oh?” Thora smiles as she sits in the chair across from you. “‘Tis an honor, Ma’am.”
You smile at her kindly and stroke Luta’s back.
“Thora, I-I should have come so much sooner. But things just got away from me. First everything that happened with Jane and then my pregnancy, and then I had the twins and then Thor was taken hostage by that psycho Amora. Then I almost died. Lots has happened to keep me away from you and this little angel.”
She smiles but doesn’t interrupt.
“I was so shocked when I woke up from my injuries and found out that everyone knew about Thor and Amora and how close I came to dying,” you nod.
Thora’s beautiful face contorts with sympathy, “We were all very terrified, Ma’am. ‘Twas too soon for us to lose our King and Queen.”
“Yeah,” you smile, clasping your hands underneath Luta’s little bottom. “The things is, there were only a very few people that knew about Thor being taken. See, the guard was shifting in the palace and that’s when Amora decided to strike. So, she attacked me and the prince, distracting me with Jane who she’s been using this entire time as a kind of puppet? To drive me and Thor apart. And while I was distracted with my son, she snuck into the throne room and put a spell on Thor so that he’d go willingly.
“The plan to go after him was even less known because there was only the Avengers that came to guard the twins, Estrid, my personal maid, David, and Armod who drove me to the Gate. No one else in the palace staff knew anything about Thor being taken or that we were going after him.
“We fed them a story about Thor going overseas to the United States for talks about trade with the Kingdom and they all believed it. We made sure they did.”
Thora’s face, already pale and milky, goes even whiter. She sits stiffly, blinking rapidly a few times as she fidgets, twisting her fingers around the hand embroidered sash of her Asgardian dress.
“It took me, us, really because we’ve all been searching since the incident with Jane first happened for who might have been the person leaking all of our information to the press. All the stories were so...distressing. Very few of them were true but a few hit the nail on the head and that more than anything made it hard to guess who it was that was betraying me and my new family.”
You bite your bottom lip, considering the squirming woman across from you.
“It wasn’t until I woke up from literally dying that I knew there was only one person who could possibly commit this kind of treason,” you let that word sink in.
“Your Majesty, I-”
She’s cut off by the front door opening. She stands up, hands shaking and stares as her handsome Armod comes through. He smiles at her then notices you and drops into a bow.
“Your Majesty! What an honor. I had no idea you’d be visiting us today,” he gushes looking happy to see you. “You look so well.”
“Thank you, Armod,” you smile at him, grateful for his kindness.
He looks at his wife as she stands there nervously, shifting from foot to foot. He seems to notice the tension and with a wary smile turns from her to you and back to his wife.
“What’s happened, my love? Are you alright?” Armod moves to her and takes hold of her arm in support as you get to your feet.
This isn’t what you wanted. You don’t want to expose her. You just want her to stop.
Almost everyone had already forgotten about the mole in the palace. Almost everyone.
“Here, Armod,” you move over to him and he takes little Luta from you. “I should go. Loki’s waiting for me in the east tower and I shouldn’t be late for my lesson or he’ll rage my ear off.”
With one final caress at little Luta’s cute head, you move for the door.
“Your Majesty!” Thora calls, hurrying after you a few steps.
You hold up your hand to stop her and shake your head, “It’s okay. Really. I think we’ve both learned a valuable lesson. I’ll see you next week? For our usual visit?”
Armod looks super confused and unfortunately something tells you he won’t be letting it go once you’re gone.
This sucks for both of them. You wish he’d come home just a few minutes later.
Thora curtsies and with a nod you leave them, hoping that their marriage can survive her deceit and that Armod might be forgiving for the sake of their love and baby.
If he can’t, you don’t blame him at all, but sometimes people make mistakes and you’d hate for him to lose a good thing when this has been Thora’s only mistake. If it’s been her only mistake.
Something tells you that she’ll never do it again, either.
You had hoped to find out why she did it. Judging by the new furnishings and slightly better appliances, you can guess.
The walk back to the palace is slow. You take your time to get some air and greet the staff walking around when they stop to let you pass or bow and curtsy.
Some of the children that live in the houses that line the palace walls are out and about playing and they welcome you excitedly when you stop to talk to them and ask them about their days.
You leave them with an order of sweets on the way.
“You are very kind to your people, Your Majesty,” David smiles as you come around the corner to where you’d left him to linger while you went to speak to Thora.
“They’ve been so nice to me all this time. I mean it when I say I love them. Being their Queen isn’t hard. Being a Queen, yes. Loving them as my own people? Not in the slightest.”
“You are a good woman, I’m glad they seem to notice.”
You nudge David with your shoulder and he chuckles.
“I’m leaving tonight. I have a meeting with a client the day after tomorrow and I must go home and prepare,” he stops to look at you and you nod. “I’m going to pack now, but perhaps we might have dinner before I go?”
“Of course, David. And you know that you’re always welcome here whenever you want to get away from the grind or come and see the twins?” You offer him a smile and he nods in agreement.
Yes. He knows. Your surrogate father knows how precious he is to you and you to him.
“Yes. I’ll see you at dinner, then.” He reaches over and gives your arm a squeeze before moving back into the palace to go pack.
The east tower is already buzzing with the green aura of Loki’s magic. He’s sitting lazily on a chair by a small table in the large stone room. On the left wall is a balcony with doors thrown open and the windows with their curtains pulled up.
On the right is an extinguished fireplace. It’s too hot for fire right now.
“You’re late!” Loki exclaims.
“I know.”
As you move to get a glass of water from the same table he’s sitting at, he watches your expression carefully.
“Show me,” he says simply and you turn around and lift your shirt to show him your side.
“Why is it all red?” Loki frowns, pulling you closer and poking at the edges of the wound.
“Um…” you feel your neck burn and you avoid looking at him as you take another sip. “Thor and I might have spent some time together after breakfast and also after lunch.”
“Really? He couldn’t have waited until you were a little more healed?” Loki demands.
“He?!” You laugh. “Loki, I’m going to say this with as much class as I can possibly muster, okay? But I like it when Thor rails me hard, into the bed, and leaves me with an aching back. And I’m not going to apologize for egging him on, okay? It’s been months and I get that I need to heal but I also really need to feel my husband and he really needs to feel me after what happened. I did literally die for a bit and then I came back and didn’t wake up for almost a month, so no. We can’t wait.”
“Are you finished?” Loki asks, looking exasperated with you.
“Yes.”
“You’re both animals,” he states and gets to his feet.
“So are you, buddy. You’re an alien here on Earth, remember?”
“I put those restrictions in place because of the danger that pregnancy might bring on your body. I don’t know that you would survive the strain right now.”
“So then let’s stop talking and get back to training, Loki! I’m not going to stop living my life because of what that stupid woman did, okay?” you huff.
Loki growls, “You’ve gotten more and more stubborn the longer you’ve been married to my brother.”
“Good!” You put down your water.
Loki stands beside you, fuming, but determined. You hold out your hands for him and he places his over yours.
“Are you ready? I’m going to give you more than I’ve done so far. It might be too much?” he checks.
“I’m ready, Loki. We’ve been at this for months. I’m ready to start making some improvement.”
You’ve been training with Loki since you were able to stand properly and can still only summon anything here in this room with Loki next to you.
“My dear sister, it might be years before you can summon any magic on your own with any success, unless…” he stands up straight again, dropping his hands to his hips as he thinks.
“What?” you ask, dropping your own hands and relaxing your own stance too.
“I can’t believe I never thought of it before,” he confesses. “There’s someone who might be able to help us. Help you, especially.”
“Really? Who?”
~~~~~~~~~~
It takes a few days for Thor to set up the meeting for you. He really wants to stay with you, but you ask him to go. This is something you want to do on your own. You need to develop this skill with your own strength.
Thor can support you from afar.
Even though they’ve all praised you for your bravery and strength in getting Thor back and how it would have been impossible to break Amora’s spell without your sacrifice, you felt useless when it came to anything else.
This is how you can be an asset.
The doors of your sitting room open and you stand up, smoothing the sleek red dress. It puffs out at the skirt a little but the fabric is soft and comfortable since you spend most of your day with your babies.
Estrid curtsies for you and steps back after announcing your guest, “Doctor Stephen Strange, Ma’am.”
He steps through, confident, but looking like he wants to make a good impression.
“Doctor Strange,” you greet and step forward with your hand extended to shake it.
He surprises you by turning it over and giving you a bow and a quick kiss to the knuckles.
“Your Majesty,” he responds, a smile on his lips.
He’s distinguished looking with gray at his temples but he doesn’t look like he should have it. He’s still so young. Not too young.
His clothes are a simple set of trousers and a blazer. Not too formal but not casual either.
“Please, just my name is fine. At least when we’re in private.”
“Very well, just Stephen is fine. All the time,” he chuckles and stands by the seat that you point out before you’re sitting down again and then he takes his own.
“I’m sorry if this was inconvenient for you. From what I understand you’re usually busy protecting New York?” you ask, reaching over to ring a bell on the end table by your seat.
Estrid comes back in, “Tea, please Estrid?”
She curtsies and disappears, shutting the door behind her.
“A bit more than just New York, but I am stationed there,” Stephen agrees.
“Mmm. Loki and Thor tell me that you’re a sorcerer?”
Your probing summons another polite smile from him. It isn’t fake, but it is a little forced. He’s trying to be respectful.
“Your Majesty,” he clears his throat and says your name, “I know that you’ve asked to meet me for a specific reason. I think we can cut through all the small talk. I don’t want to sound insolent but I do have to get back to New York as soon as I possibly can. I’m not supposed to leave it unprotected for long.”
“Right, right.” You nod. “Look, I...you’re human. Loki and Thor and the stupid chick who took Thor seven months ago, they’re Asgardian. Magic is in their blood, you know? And while I was able to get Thor back, I nearly died trying to do it.
“I want to be able to stand a chance against these enemies. Even if all I do is defensive and not offensive, I need to do something. I need to be able to protect my family at the very least and my people if possible. Can you help me?”
Stephen considers you for a bit, watching your eyes specifically before he scoots forward drawing you to lean towards him a bit too.
“You know when I heard that you and Thor were getting married, I wondered how you’d two make it work. You know the whole him living for thousands of years and you only get what? Fifty? Sixty more years?”
This thought was something you tried not to think about. You’d come to terms with your mortality in comparison to Thor’s. He’d be there for you babies and that’s all that matters. You’ve accepted that.
The sitting room door opens again and you see a squirming Tavis in Estrid’s arms. She peeks in sheepishly but moves towards you as you’re already adjusting in your seat to take him.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but he’s been inconsolable. I can’t fathom…” she shakes her head, her forehead beading with sweat.
The twins are sweet but they’re also a handful.
“That’s alright, I’ll take him, Estrid.”
You take your squirming son and he settles a little in your lap but as you sit with him facing Stephen, his little hands held in yours as he kicks his feet in frustration, you notice his empty ears.
“Oh, Estrid, his earpieces are gone.”
Estrid rounds to your side and focuses on his ears to see that his hearing aids are indeed missing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t even notice,” Estrid gasps.
“Hey, it’s okay. He probably either tore them out while he was playing or they slipped off somewhere while he was sleeping. He’s just fussy without them, aren’t you my sweet angel?”
You bounce him in your lap and he mumbles and groans, his little cries of frustration echoing around the room.
“I really am so very sorry, Your Majesty,” Estrid curtsies, panicked. She’s so attached and attentive to your babies, you can see how much it bothers her that she didn’t notice.
“Estrid,” you call her back, waiting until she stops and turns to look at you. “Really, it’s okay. I’ve forgotten to check too. And he’s a baby. He won’t remember being bothered by it, okay? Please don’t be upset about it.”
Estrid looks like she wants to argue that she should have noticed but you smile at her and can see her visibly relax.
“Okay?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she smiles sheepishly. “I’ll just go check in the nursery.”
“Bring me Si as well, Estrid. I’ll need to feed her soon.”
With another curtsy she disappears through the doors.
Stephen watches you with your boy for a bit as you comfort him and when Tavis has settled a little after you press his ear to your chest so that he can hear the vibrations of your voice as you speak, you get back on topic.
“What’s your point, Doctor? Why ask me about that?” you wait, shifting uncomfortably at the sore topic.
“What if I told you that there might be a way that you can….extend your life?”
Your heart flutters, hands start to tingle, and you push yourself to the edge of your seat.
“Wh-what do you mean?” This sounds oddly like the answer to all of your hopes.
“It would take an immense amount of skill. Do you think you could handle training for what might be years of your life?” Stephen watches you, contemplating his offer.
“Is it safe?” you wonder, with your little boy in your arms, you want to make sure that you’ll be okay for him and Si.
“No. But if you learn how to do it, you’ll get your wish. You’ll be able to protect everyone you love.” he promises.
You contemplate his offer for a few long moments, your son squirming in your arms bringing your attention to his vulnerability, the fact that he almost lost you to death with Amora, and how much you want to be there to watch him grow into a man and thrive among his people.
“Can we start after Amora’s trial?” you ask.
Doctor Strange smiles “This is gonna be fun.”