So I absolutely love the way you write jealous Dom!Thor, can you please do more of him!!! Maybe you go to one of Tony's party's and some one flirts with you and Thor decides to remind you who you belong to!!! Thankyou!!!😍😍😍😍
You weren’t sure what exactly had made Thor so angry, but the storm clouds in his face had you on edge. The God had a temper. It might not be roused easily, but when it was it took a long time to burn its self out.
He’d been ignoring you for the lion’s share of the party. One of Tony’s shindigs that went until the wee small hours of the morning or the liquor ran out. Whichever happened first. For you, they were tedious at best. Lots of hookups. SHIELD agents, and poor choices. You’d gotten all that out of your system in college. So as you say, quietly chatting with a couple other wallflowers, you weren’t sure what Thor’s problem was. He loved these parties.
The general bacchanalia reminded him of Home. Of Asgard. Where feasting and drinking were a nightly occurrence... You found it tedious there too.
It wasn’t often you knew why Thor even liked being with you. You were polar opposites. You weren’t even entirely sure he liked being with you anymore. He’d ignored you most of the night and sat, saying little and putting a large dent in the tower’s alcohol store. So finally, you gave up. Saying goodnight to your wallflowers and bidding Thor good night. He allowed you to kiss his cheek but, beyond that he scarcely acknowledged you. It stung, though you tried not to show it as you walked towards the elevator.
Alone in your room, you let your cocktail dress fall to the floor and toed off your shoes before kicking the lot into a corner to deal with later. You hated that dress, it felt like a costume and made you feel like a clown, but it was the only nice dress you happened to own. You were taking pins out of your hair and had just started taking off your make up when the bedroom door opened and then banged shut.
Thor filled the door way, quietly fuming and you froze, “Thor?” you ask him, carefully turning and getting to your feet.
“Have you forgotten who you belong to?” he said, his voice a quiet growl. “Taunting me all evening in that dress. Flirting with those spineless cowards?” He started forwards and you stayed very still. Heart hammering in your ears. When he got within arms reach, you had nowhere to go. You’d been steadily backing up and there was nowhere to go but through the wall.
A missive hand gripped your throat, firmly but not firmly enough to cut off your ability to breathe. Even drunk, Thor knew you were fragile and as he kissed you, hard. His tongue plundering into your mouth until you were too dizzy and breathless to think straight, tears ran down your cheeks. You felt like you were a yo-yo. One minute he was calling you his queen and the next he ignored you only to act like this later.
Tears touched his lips and he pulled away. Softening his grip on you and sliding the hand on your throat to your shoulder, “Y/N? Sweetheart?” he said shaking you gently, “Did I hurt you?” You don’t look at him and he pulls you to his chest, “You ignored me,” your murmur against his shirt, “You ignored me all night. All I was doing was passing time until I could leave. Just talking.” Thor deflated and you could feel the fury drain out of him, “My love, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing your head and cuddling you close.
“I did not mean to ignore you,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap on the edge of the bed, “But when you stepped out of the elevator. In that dress. All I wanted to do was bend you over the bar and take you until you could no longer walk... I was trying to control myself. But then. When you were talking to those agents... and I watched them, saw them imagining you undressed. And you persisted in talking to them... I thought. Well. I should have known better. You’re too innocent to have meant it that way.”
He wiped away tears and lavished kisses on your neck tenderly, anxious now to soothe whatever hurt he might have caused.
“Thor,” you say after a long moment, pulling away from him. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” He stops, suddenly it feels like you knocked all the air from his lungs. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“This,” you say, “All of this... I don’t even know why you would want me. I’m not that pretty. Or smart. I’m just... here. I don’t have powers. I look at data all day. I’m just... I’m nothing.” You swallow hard, “I think... I think you should find someone else. Someone better.” Thor reached for your hands and pulled you close, “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he said softly, “don’t do this. Please.”
You shake your head and try to pull away but he doesn’t let go, “Let me show you properly, please?” he pleads, “Let me be the man you deserve... There is no one better than you, my love. Sweet and kind. Endlessly smart and so fucking beautiful... If anyone is unworthy, I am unworthy of you.” He kisses the hands he’s holding and smiles softly, “Please. Give my unworthy self a chance to be the man you deserve?” You can’t tell him no.
You can’t.
And when you nod shyly and he pulls you into his arms, you go willingly.
