What Kinda Name Is That?
Pairing: Chris/Fem!Reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: Swears, mentions of tits and stuff. Lil bit of fluff.
Summary: What was your cat even doing?
A/N: Sorry if your not into Thor and Loki and shit, 'cause I'm certainly not, and that may become apparent during the story. Well, it's something.
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“Thor? Thor! Where are you?!?!” You raced around your backyard, frantically looking for your cat that you had bought three weeks ago. You already regretted buying him, considering he was about one year old and still acting like a complete kitten. He had managed to stay in the house the entire time you had him and you were incredibly grateful for that. Today, however, was different. Instead of waking up to him asleep on your feet, he wasn’t in your room. In fact, he wasn’t anywhere in sight. You had walked outside in your thin pyjamas and scoured the area, looking for the little ball of fluff that was no where to be seen.About thirty minutes after you had looked everywhere, the sound of your doorbell rang through your apartment. You knotted your brow - no one ever visited you unless they needed something. Sighing, you picked yourself off the floor where you were currently looking under the table and walked slowly over to the door, completely disregarding the fact that you were wearing pyjamas and you had a mad case of bed hair. You didn’t even bother looking in the peephole as you opened the door, too distracted by the thought of where Thor could be. You were pulled back into reality as the cat himself waltzed in and ran slid around your feet, rubbing his fur all over your ankles.“I assume he’s yours then?” A voice sounded in front of you. Your eyes shot up from where they were glued to the cat that was mulling over your toes and connected with a guys chocolate dark ones.“Yeah. Thanks. Um...where was he?” The stranger seemed to have zoned out a bit, your voice alerting him that he was being talked to.“Oh! Yeah, that’s right, he was wandering around my house this morning and his collar said this address, so here I am!” He laughed slightly, a blush seeming to stain his cheeks. "I live two houses down, by the way.” You nodded, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious and you wanted to get yourself away from this blushing man on your doorstep as soon as possible. “Well, thank you. I’ll, uh, see you around.” With that, you slammed the door and groaned inwardly. Thor looked up at you and mewd quietly.“This is all your fault, asshole.” You pointed your index finger at him slightly before sighing and trudging back to your bedroom to play some Titanfall and get your mind off the hot neighbor.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~First there were two loud bangs. Then three. And eventually there was just a constant stream of knocking flowing through your house and resonating onto your sleeping ears. You groaned into the pillow and reached to whack the alarm off. You quickly realized that there was no alarm and the sound was actually coming from your door. You stifled another groan and trudged to the door, adjusting your braless breasts and running a hand through your hair. By the, the knocking had stopped, but you sensed another presence behind the door. You flung it open and standing there was, surprise, surprise, the neighbor that looked like he could fry an egg with his face, he was that hot. You hadn’t seen him in about a month. Despite the cute smile that crept onto his face when he saw you, exhaustion got the better of you.“What the fuck do you want, man, it’s like 6 am.” He looked confused for a second before he laughed an uneasy laugh.“Uh, well, it’s 11 and I need to talk to you.” You calmed down slightly and nodded, motioning for him to come in. He took off his shoes and entered your house gingerly. You sat onto the couch and he quickly joined you. “Care to explain why you are in my house?” Yep, the morning vinegar wasn’t fully gone. “So, basically, the reason your cat was in my house last month was because him and my cat, well, they fucked. To put it simply, my cat is pregnant and I guessed I should probably know your name.” It all came out in almost one sentence he was talking so fast. You stared at this weird yet seemingly wonderful man sitting in front of you and burst in peals of laughter. He was quiet for a second before he joined you, both of you in fits of laughter over basically nothing. Eventually, you calmed down slightly and reached out a hand. “(Y/N).The name’s (Y/N).” He shook your hand and wiped away a couple tears with his free hand.“Well, I’m Chris. Nice to meet you.” “You too.” Suddenly you realized that your hands were still locked together and you pulled back, slightly embarrassed. “So,” Chris said, breaking the deafening silence that was threatening to arrive soon. “Does this technically mean we are in-laws now?”Now, you weren’t sure what provoked you to do this, it could've really been anything from the lack of sleep to the lack of a kiss in a long time, but you leaned forward a bit and whispered into his ear:“I really hope we aren’t, because that would make what I’m about to do really awkward.” Before he could process what you said, you pressed your lips to his and began to move. After a second he began to respond, pulling you closer and pressing his hand to the back of your head. Both of you were interrupted by a small mew at your feet. “Thor, please.” you groaned, although you had a smirk on your face. “Your cat’s name is Thor?”You laughed, remembering the day you picked it. “Yeah.”“What kinda name is that? Loki is so much better.”You gasped, clinging to your chest and pretending to be offended. “Nuh uh. You’ve got it all wrong.”That was the beginning of the greatest argument you had ever gotten into, resulting in a passionate kiss and a date.