Congrats! Thor and ‘flexible’ please 😘
“Thor,” you groaned, “Ow.”
The blonde giant of a man chuckled and leaned down to kiss the calf he was helping you stretch, easing up just a little. “You’re the one that wanted to start working out again, love,” he reminded gently.
You sigh and rub your stomach ruefully making him frown, “Sweetheart,” he scolded, “You had a baby. A half Asgardian baby.” He leans up and kisses your lips tenderly, “My baby.” He rubs your calf gently for a moment before switching sides and smiles just a little, “Don’t feel like you need to do this just to be attractive,” he rumbles.
You feel your cheeks heat and he doesn’t look up from what he’s doing, “Because my love, you gave me everything. You gave me a real home... A little extra tummy and some extra curves won’t change that.”
“It’s not for you,” you tease, “At least not entirely.” He looks up, quirking an eyebrow and you grin. “If I get back in shape I’ll have a little more flexibility when it comes to other things...”
The implication in your voice makes his booming laugh ring through the work outroom and you giggle.
