#thor au

[castielscaplan]

UnGodly Desires

Summary: well, you certainly believe in deities now.

warnings: Graphic Smut, Dom!Thor. Filthy Smut, Sex in a Church, Blasphemy, Masturbation/Mutual Orgasm

WC: 287

Read on ao3! Tag List

Tugging at your ponytail, he yanks your head back, resting on his shoulder as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “say it again,” he purrs, causing a whimper to slide out between your teeth.

“I need you,” a beg ripples through your tongue. He’s the only god you need. Fuck the holy Spirit. “Please, Thor, please,”

A rough grunt spills from his lips, snagging his hand away from your cunt to glide up your midriff before tweaking at your breast, pinching a nipple. You could feel the smirk gloss his mouth as his head falls against your spine with each thrust of his hips. Your vision blurs as he whispers against your skin, “you want me to fuck you harder, saint?”

WIth vigor, you nod, an inviting moan falls past the back of your throat, causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

“Oh, precious little girl,” he coos, leaning his head next to your ear, “how does it feel to seee a God for all he’s worth, hmm? Oh, the sinner sins, hmm?”

A boistroius whine escapes your lips once more, lip quivering at the soft voice next to you as you allow your head to fall forward, his thrusts rocking your body on the cold stone steps of the church. Thank the heavens for he cover of hte night. 

“Oh, my gods,” a stutter climbs its way pass the moans from your chest as you clench his cock so tightly inside you, causing him to erupt moments later.

“That’s right, my girl,” he hums in pleasure as he feels you tighten around his body, ending in a moan himself as he thrusts harder inside you before meeting your end. “You belong to me.”

[boxofbonesfic]

dark! Biker Thor

Title: Run

Word Count: 840

Summary: You decide you want out, but ultimately, it’s not up to you. It never was.

Warnings: Implied murder, referenced violence, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Smut, Dubcon, Dead Dove: Do not eat

The train station is too empty. 

You hadn’t realized the lobby was gradually hemorrhaging people, losing them one or two at a time until only you are left until you look up and see the lobby empty, quiet. 

Something’s wrong.

You sit up straighter, casting a nervous look around. The big clock above the empty station attendant’s desk reads 10:35. Ten minutes until the Amtrak arrives. Ten minutes until you’re out of this city forever.

Thor thinks you’re with Molly—it’s the only reason he isn’t with you. Normally he’d be right, Tuesdays were always Girl’s Nights—but she was covering for you. Holding him off until you could get on that train and leave it all behind. Leave him behind. You glance at the clock again. 

Five minutes. 

You’ve always looked the other way with Thor, averted your eyes from the things you know you shouldn’t know—the nights he’d come home bruised and bloody, nights he didn’t come home at all. But you couldn’t look away from that. Still can’t—you see it every time you close your eyes, the man’s head splitting like ripe fruit, the dark spray of blood in the air. 

You clutch yourself. 

The station is still shockingly empty, not even the attendant has come back to check on you, and you wonder if he’s already off for the evening. 

I should leave. Wait outside. 

You grab your duffel bag, hefting it over your shoulder as you decide you’ll wait on the platform where the conductor can see you. The waiting room is too small, too close. The bag is heavy, digging into the meat of your shoulder through your shirt. You had packed as light as you could—only the essentials, the things you couldn’t replace. You rise from the bench with a sigh, turning to glance at the attendant’s counter, just to see if he’s back yet, and your chest goes cold and tight at the sight of Thor. 

He’s there in the doorway, like he’d been waiting for you to see him. He leans casually against the frame, arms crossed and eyes dark, watching you.  You begin to tremble, fear knotting in your belly. No. No, no, no—

“Hey, Baby.” He peels off his motorcycle gloves as you watch, pulling off one finger at a time. “Going somewhere?” He takes a step toward you and you take a mirroring one back. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Love. You know me.” He inches closer, hands out like he’s approaching a wounded animal.

Your eyes flick from him to the exit, and you wonder fleetingly if you’ll make it, if you can be fast enough. Thor clucks his tongue at you. 

“I wouldn’t.” It’s like he can smell your doubt. “You won’t make it ten steps.”

 “We’re gonna talk about this like reasonable adults, Love.” You can hear the train, still a ways off but chugging steadily closer. The clock behind his head reads two minutes. “Don’t—”

You run. 

Legs pumping, sprinting wildly for the exit and the platform beyond. The train horn sounds, it’s pulling in—and the strap of your bag goes taut as you’re yanked painfully back against Thor’s chest. 

“Well, color me surprised,” he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “that was twelve.” 

—

“What did we learn, Love?” Thor asks, fingers digging into the curve of your hips. He hums as he moves you back and forth across his cock, sliding your soaked and clenching cunt along from tip to base and back again. When you don’t answer, he nudges aside your hair and nips at the base of your throat. You whine in response. 

“T-that we make big decisions t-together.” 

“That’s right.” He laves the stinging bite mark. “Fuck, no I in team, right Sweetheart?” His cock pushes hard against your swollen clit and you gasp, hips twitching. Thor tilts your head and when he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue. His fingers find your nipples, twisting and tugging as you pant into his mouth. 

The apartment is dark, lit only by the streetlights outside, and occasionally the headlights of a passing car. For just an instant, you see Thor’s face in the mirror, eyes hungrily intent on your own. You are glad when the darkness falls across his features like a curtain again, because it means you don’t have to see him. 

Or yourself. You don’t want to think about what you know—what you have learned about him, about you. 

 You keen as he begins to press inside, hating the way you relish the delicious stretch and burn as you’re parted. It’s always felt like putting together the pieces of a puzzle when Thor fits himself between your wide-spread thighs. It still does, and you hate how right it feels as he forces himself so deep inside you feel like you might be choking on him.

“Even if you’d gotten on that train, Love,” he pants, “did you really think you could keep me from my baby?” 

fin

[xoxovivafics]

Santa Baby

Pairing: chubby! Thor x black reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.

Word count: 1,395 words

Plot: Thor has to play Santa at the last minute, but seeing him be all jolly awakens something for his girlfriend.

Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with fluffy, domestic holiday sex and roleplay.

Notes: In the Thunderbuns Universe. Tattooed Santa Thor, that’s it.

Thor lifted you in the air so that you could tie paper chains in each corner of the living room. You’d both spent the week crafting decorations for his cottage. It was a cosy way to wile away the long nights as the hearth fire burned and a silly Christmas film played in the background. 

“How does it look?” you asked, glancing down.

He looked at you with a loving smile. “Beautiful. As always.”

You teetered dangerously as you laughed. “Thor! I meant the decorations! It took me hours to put these chains together!”

“I suppose that they are nice as well,” he huffed, gently putting you down.

You kissed him on the cheek, looking for something more. The brash ring of the phone interrupted you.

Thor went over to pick it up. “Odinson.” He paused, worry furrowing his brow. “Volstagg? Are you alright, old friend?”

You frowned as you watched him. Thor cradled his phone in the crook of his shoulder as he rummaged for paper and a pen. He quickly wrote down some details. “Of course I can, worry not. Now, you and the little ones should rest up, for your wife’s sake and your own.”

“Is something wrong with Volstagg?” you asked, as he hung up his landline.

“He has the flu, and can’t play Santa at the Yule market this week. He asked me to fill the role in his stead.” Thor scratched his greying beard. “I must start tonight, do you mind, kjær?”

He knew that you’d planned a weekend of holiday films.

“Of course not, darling! Do you need any help?”

“No, it seems straightforward enough. I pick up the costume and necessary beard, then I spend the next few evenings delighting children.”

“And quite a few parents, I’d imagine,” you added playfully.

Thor laughed, sweeping you into a tight embrace. “Unfortunately for them, my heart only belongs to Mrs Claus.”

You booped him on the nose. “And don’t you forget it.”

———

After work, you visited Thor on a few days of Santa duty, bringing him coffee and warm food for his short breaks. You watched how attentively he listened to every child that sat on his knee, his smile and laugh joyful beneath the fake beard.

He was happy to take photos and accept letters and lists, and being Uncle Thor to Volstagg and Fandral’s kids had taught him the rare art of making children laugh through their tears.

You thought that being Father Christmas suited him. Though your plans were waylaid, seeing him amongst the market stalls- with their twinkling lights, decorations, and the smells of Christmas surrounding you- felt better than anything you could have thought up.

And once in a while, Thor’s eyes would flicker to you, and the twinkle in his eyes would grow brighter.

On his last night, with Volstagg smoothly on his way to recovery, Thor came home. He was still in his Santa suit, his false beard carefully put away for cleaning. The market organisers had given him a gift of wassail, a holly wreath and homemade cakes as a thank you for stepping in so suddenly.

He came back to you victorious, holding the box aloft.

“Father Christmas has returned, vennen, with gifts!” He looked around and unbuttoned the intricately embroidered Santa jacket, revealing his white undershirt and a hint of his hairy chest.

Mistletoe decorated each doorway, and the hearth now had an overflowing garland of pine and baubles. Thor smiled, pleased that you were making the cottage your home. 

As he turned to place the box down, you emerged from the hall, standing still at the doorway.

“Santa baby.”

Thor turned. He could hear music drifting from the back of the cottage. You were draped in gold tinsel, with fuzzy reindeer antlers on your head, in the midst of decorating the bedroom.

His eyes brightened. “You look like Christmas.”

“So do you. C’mere.”

He didn’t hesitate, moving to your side. He followed tradition and kissed you deeply, tasting of warm honey and cinnamon. 

“I have to say, seeing you in this costume does something to me. It suits you. Especially when it’s half-undone.” It wasn’t just his kiss that left you breathless. 

You could see hints of his tattoos peeking out, now that the beard and gloves were gone. It made his costume seem different somehow, more rugged. He looked less like jolly old St Nick and more like a yuletide god of old. It suited him very much.

Thor’s eyes became hooded, his smile transforming into a knowing smirk. “Does it now? Well, should I give you the custom Santa experience?”

You nodded, making the antler headband jingle. You both laughed at the absurdity of it.

His voice deepened, becoming serious. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You shivered at his deep timbre. “Oh, I’ve been very good, Santa.”

He traced his thumb over your cheek. “Well, I’ve checked my list twice, and you have made my nice list. What would you like for Christmas?”

“Well Santa, I’d like to get a tattoo with my gorgeous boyfriend. If he holds my hand,” you added.

Thor’s eyes widened. “Really, my love?”

You nodded. “I need to catch up with you, don’t I?”

You could see Thor’s brain turn off for a brief moment. You tugged his hair. “Thor, honey? Are you alright?”

“I did not think that you could be more magnificent, but the thought of you with tattoos-” His voice drifted off, his eyes dreamy. “Yes, this is a most wonderful gift to give you.”

He looked at you, his eyes fierce. “That is a gift that will take some planning. But you deserve an immediate present for your unwavering goodness, one that I can happily provide.”

He plucked the mistletoe from the door frame and placed it in your hands. “Wherever you hold this mistletoe, I shall kiss. Choose wisely, min kjære.”

With a cheeky grin, you held it over your head.

“Ah, a traditionalist.” Thor kissed you with a charming sweetness.

You moved the mistletoe lower, over your chest. 

Thor’s smile was conspiratorial. “Perhaps you’re a bit naughty after all.” He lavished attention on your breasts, removing the tinsel garland and pulling the front of your dress down to ardently kiss them until your giggles became breathy.

Your hand slowly moved lower. Thor followed, placing soft, chaste kisses on your stomach as you held him close to you, softly humming carols.

He looked up at you. Your hand moved lower. He stood, his face grave.

“Vennen, this will require proper fortification if I am to give you the gift you deserve. Excuse me for a moment.”

He stood and went into the kitchen. He opened the wassail bottle and took a large swig. 

You laughed incredulously. “Really, bunny?”

“You know that I take gifting very seriously, my love. You may want to sit down.”

“Oh no, Thunderbuns, I expect you to hold me up if my legs give out.”

Thor gave a small nod of assent. He stretched before collecting a large cushion from the sofa. He placed it down in front of you and dropped to his knees. He draped your leg over his shoulder, keeping you steady against the wall. He ignored your fuzzy elf socks, nothing would distract him from his goal.

He slowly kissed a trail up your thigh, his eyes focussing on the curve of your lips as you took in a shuddering inhale. 

He disappeared underneath your dress. You grinned. In a second he’d see your surprise for him, namely your missing underwear. 

As his lips and tongue found their treasure, your hands scrabbled against the wall as you tried to brace yourself.

You shut your eyes in bliss. A molten jolt of pleasure shot to your core. Thor held you, forcing you to curve your back to remain against his greedy, perfect mouth. 

Your head fell back. All you could do was accept the gift so expertly given. Your fingers twitched as they moved through his braided hair. 

He’d have you over his knee after this, ass sore as a punishment for letting him do such naughty things to you. And after that he’d ensure that you were properly stuffed, his smile as jolly as ever. 

And through it all, one phrase kept escaping your lips. “Thank you, Santa baby! Thank you!”

[jungkoode]

lightning on the harp strings

type of work: series | official BTS AU series: the strings theory pairing: thor!seokjin x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut, fluff, humor, spotlight rivalry, celebrityAU summary: “the day you—korea's beloved princess—meet the god of thunder on a luxury campaign shoot, you decide he’s never going to steal the spotlight from you. again. especially when it comes to the freaking mjölnir. thor—seokjin, has strong opinions about that.” warnings: in each part mood: playlist | moodboard status: ongoing

⚡️ parts ➺ lightning on the harpstrings | part one smut ; 16k

⚡️ extras ➺ readers ask: about the fic ➺ lightningslices: drabbles and shenanigans based on asks (open) ➺ ask/tell lightningdorks (open)

other links: masterlist | taglist

cr: banner and dividers by @eerieedits ( @shadowkoo )

[lokisoffspring]

Odinson siblings ✨

[kaunis-sielu]

Frozen: He’s Down

The vibes of the playoffs are something else. It’s been intense and you know that everything is on the line. Every game counts, every goal counts and in order to move to the second round of the cup playoffs they have to win.

You didn’t think you’d feel so much pressure. Loki scores his first goal after coming back and you can’t help but cheer along with the crowd.

Carl glares at you. He hasn’t tried to talk to you since the state hockey tourney but even meeting eyes with him was enough to make you want to scream. What did you ever see in him?

Asgard is on a power play when Thor has the puck and is racing toward the goal. Skurge comes out of nowhere and slams into him, the sound of Thor’s body hitting the boards almost makes you sick. He hits the ice and doesn’t move. You grab your bag before they even blow the whistle, which doesn’t take long since it was an illegal hit from behind and you slide out onto the ice. Loki skates over and grabs your hands so he can skate you over to Thor sliding your feet across the ice.

“Thor?”

“I’m okay. I’m okay. It only hurts when I breathe.” He says with a humorless laugh.

“I’m worried about your ribs.” You tell him and he groans softly, “Can you get up?”

“I think so.” Loki reaches down for Thor, you know you’d never be able to get him on your own, then helps hoist his older brother to his feet. “Fuck.” He groans and it breaks your heart. You follow Thor, Loki and Hogunn off the ice and then gesture Thor back to the locker room. He goes with a sigh but then winces from the pain, this isn’t good. Carl could’ve done some serious damage and you’re pissed.

After you get back to the trainer’s space in the locker room you start pulling off Thor’s jersey.

“Kattunge,” he rumbles, “I’m going to be okay. I’ve taken hits worse than that.”

“It was a cheap fucking shot. I’m going to kill him.”

“Hey, down Kattunge, claws away.” Thor soothes pressing a kiss to your forehead. You don’t know how he isn’t livid about this.

“Why aren’t you pissed?”

“One of us needs to be calm.” He says gently and he’s right but you’re just so angry.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, I like you fiery.” He purrs but when he leans down to kiss you you see him wince and you suddenly remember that he’s probably in a lot of pain.

“Shit, your ribs. Jersey off Odinson.” You tell him and he winces as he grabs the bottom.

“I might need help min kärlek.”

“I thought you might.” You help him ease the jersey off of him then peel off his pads and undershirt. God he’s so hot it makes you a little stupid, especially that tattoo that says Astrid over his heart. You make your exam as quick and painless as you can. You’re not positive but you don’t feel like any of his ribs are broken. Just a deep bruise so you fill him an ice bath then with a quick kiss you leave him there and head back to the bench.

The rest of the game goes well, Asgard squeaks out a win and none of the guys get injured. You’re waiting in the hallway, one foot propped against the wall when he comes out of the locker room.

“Didn’t see the golden boy after that little hit. Poor baby.” Carl says and one of his teammates snickers. You narrow your eyes at him.

“It was a cheap fucking shot Carl.” You snap, you know you shouldn’t rise to the bait but you can’t help it. You hate him.

“Just cuz Thor is a little bitch and can’t take a check isn’t my fault princess.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You sneer popping off the wall. “You had to cheap shot him because you knew that in a real fight, in a fair fight, you’ll lose every. Fucking. Time.” You’re almost toe to toe with him right now, you’re not even sure how you got here.

“He’s just got my sloppy seconds.”

“There’s nothing sloppy about me.”

“Does he like my used things?” Carl sneers and you laugh.

“Can’t call it used if you literally never made me finish. Had to do that myself. Now, with Thor,” you trail off with a little smirk, “that doesn’t seem to be a problem.” Carl’s teammate laughs again and this time Carl shoves him. “If you touch him like that again, I will take that hockey stick and shove it so far up your ass you never see it again.” A deep laugh comes from behind you and when you whip around you’re surprised to see Heimdall.

“Getting into trouble again I see Moxie.” He teases and you shrug.

“I don’t play around with the health and safety of my team.”

“And we don’t play around with your safety so why don’t you,” he turns his piercing gaze onto Carl, “fuck off.”

“What you fucking the whole team?” You take a step toward him, you’re not sure what you’re planning to do but he’s just so vile. A strong arm loops around your waist and pulls you back.

“He’s not worth it Moxie.” Heimdall says softly.

“What a wh-“

“I would not finish that sentence if you know what’s good for you.” Loki says with a voice so cold it’s like ice. “Not unless you want me to beat your ass, which I’ll gladly do.” He says with a slow dangerous smile. Carl’s teammate hits the back of his arm and jerks his head toward the exit. He leaves, smart man, as two other players come from the Asgard locker room.

“So, what are the chances we can keep this from Thor?”

“None.” Heimdall says, “we don’t keep secrets from the captain.”

“Damn it.” You murmur and Thor chuckles softly,

“Good answer Heimdall.” He rumbles before cocking an eyebrow at you. “Secrets min kärlek?”

“Just a little one.”

“She went toe to toe with Carl.” Heimdall says, “threatened to shove his hockey stick so far up his ass that he’d never see it again.”

“That’s a vision.” Loki says with a small shudder.

“I’m fine Kattunge.” He says but you just narrow your eyes at him. “Okay, fine I will be fine, I’m a little sore now.” He steps closer to you then murmurs, “Can I take you home so you can take care of me?” You nod looking up at him with wide eyes you like that tone of voice he just used, it sounds promising. You sigh softly then pick up your bag,

“Okay fine. Someone with some medical training should keep an eye on you tonight.”

“But that’s the only reason she’s going over.” Loki teases as the three of you start for the door.

“Yelena is home all alone tonight, poor thing.” You say mildly and Loki stays quiet for the rest of your walk back to your cars. You drove separately from Thor who walks you to your car.

“You’ll come over?” He asks quietly, tangling his fingers into your hair and you nod.

“Yea, I’ll come over.” You tell him and he kisses you softly.

“See you in a few.” He says with the little half smile you adore. You get into your car and he gently closes the door behind you. You’ll follow him home, keep an eye on those ribs and just relax for the night. Honestly, it sounds so wonderful.

🏒🏒🏒

This is a series of one shots. If you have any suggestions or ideas for Thor and Moxie please let me know.

Tag list:

@foxyjwls007 @andahugaroundtheneck @also-fangirlinsweden @pagina16ps @princesssterek @valsworldofcreativity @dumblani @inkedaztec @loving-life-my-way @animegirlgeeky @shinycupcakebaker @eralen @sophham @gh0stgurl @wonderlandfandomkingdom @killcomet @abschaffer2 @sass-masterkittenmama

[reigningqueenofwords]

Dinner

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Part 2 of The Favorite Odinson

Read on AO3

That night, come 6, you were dressed and ready to go. Wanda was at work for another hour, so you left her a little note.

Hope work went well! Episode of our show tonight when I get home? :) Love you! Xoxo me

You were in a nice dress, and your hair was put up in a simple updo. In your hand was a clutch, and you gripped it so tightly that your knuckles were white. You had no idea what to expect that evening. Hearing a knock on the door, you jumped. “Get it together!” You scolded yourself before answering the door. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed as you pulled up to one of the 5th Street mansions. How well did being a mafia boss actually pay? You were expecting maybe a brownstone. 

“We’re here, miss.” The driver told you gently. 

Nodding, you slipped out of the car. There was a man standing at the top of the steps who screamed ‘FBI’ if you were being honest. He simply opened the front door for you as you made your way up the stairs, not even uttering a single word. Was Thor inside and was just being rude by not greeting you? He was forcing you to be here, the least he could do was meet you outside. 

“Ah, hello, Little One.” Came his voice, making you jump slightly. You hadn’t noticed the large doors off to your left, but in your defence they did blend into the walls a bit. “I was just finishing up an important meeting. Come.” He moved next to you, offering his arm. 

Blinking up at him, you were surprised when he moved your hand to rest on his arm. “Are we eating here?” You asked. “Or are we going out?” 

“We are dining in.” He led you down the hall, towards a very large dining room. It was the biggest dining room you’d ever seen in your life. Thor looked amused at your facial expression. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s…wow.” You blinked. “I think this one room costs more than anything I will ever earn in my lifetime.” 

Thor laughed at that, and you hated how much you liked that sound. He pulled out a chair for you and you blushed as you sat. Nothing was said as he moved to his own chair. Moments later, a woman brought out two plates. “I hope you enjoy Italian.” He beamed. 

Picking up your fork, you nodded. “It’s actually my favorite.” You told him softly. “So, you wanted to talk?” Might as well get the discussion about the baby started. 

“Of course. I would greatly enjoy getting to know the mother of my child.” He grinned, saying it so casually. 

Swallowing the bite you just took, you shook your head. “I told you I don’t even know if I’m keeping it. I’m young, I don’t make a lot of money, I live in a small apartment with my best friend.” Did he not get that? 

Thor sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving you. “You may be young, but you are not too young.” He countered your first point. “Many women have become excellent mothers before your age. My own mother had me when she was just 19, and she is an amazing mother!” There was pride in his voice at that. “You will love her, and she will love you.” He looked forward to that. “You’ll never worry about money or lodgings again, I can promise you that.” 

You licked some sauce from your lips, ignoring the way he watched. “I’m sure your mother is amazing, but we are two different people. What’s right for one person may not be right for another.” From what you heard him and his brother were night and day. “Why would I never need to worry? I’m a single woman in New York City, and rent is expensive- I’m very lucky I only have one roommate. Of course I’ll worry.” 

“Well, first of all. You are no longer a single woman.” 

“I’m sorry. What now? I haven’t dated anyone in like two years.” Was he mental? You had no idea what he was talking about. 

He seemed completely unbothered by things as he took a bite of his food. “We are to be parents. No child has ever been born out of wedlock in my family. You shall be Mrs. Odinson, future head lady of the Odinsons.” There was an excitement to his voice. “Mother will not wish to have that role forever! I believe Father is looking to step down soon, so I will be in charge.” He was saying things so casually. 

Blinking, you were beginning to panic. “You want me to… marry you ? I don’t even know you!” Your voice rose a bit.

“Of course. This shall be your home!” He motioned around. “I will send my most trusted men to fetch your things in the morning.” 

“No. I live with Wanda. I will continue to live with Wanda. I will keep my job.” Who did he think he was?! “This isn’t some sick mafia Beauty and the Beast situation.” 

Thor didn’t look pleased that you were fighting, but there was a glimmer in his eye that told you that he was slightly impressed. “If you agree to one of my men will stay by you, you may continue to work. For now.” He told you. “He will also be your driver. We will marry in a couple days, in this house. Then we will plan a lavish wedding. Whatever your heart desires.” Just because he wanted you there, and to marry him without really knowing him, didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to make you happy. He planned to spoil you, and your child.

“I don’t want to live with a stranger. I don’t want to marry a stranger. I don’t want to ditch my best friend.” The fight was leaving you, because you had no idea how the hell you were supposed to deal with this. 

“Do not worry about Miss Maximoff. She will be taken care of.” 

You stiffened. “Please don’t tell me that’s in the mafia sense of ‘take care of’.” You stared at him. 

A moment later, he threw his head back and laughed. “No, Little One!” He assured you. “I meant she will literally be taken care of. Father owns that building.” He waved off your worry. “That apartment shall be hers as long as she wants it and as long as we are married.” It wasn’t like he would ever agree to a divorce, either. 

“Are you saying that you’ll have her evicted if I don’t agree to all this?” Your voice was soft, and sad. You’d do anything for her and Nat. “Fine.” Tearing up, you clenched your jaw. “I will agree to one of your men following me around, but he’ll have to stay outside my office. I will move in, but tonight I will go home and enjoy one last night with Wanda. I will pack my own things.” Your chest ached. 

“I believe that is fair.” He agreed. “What hours do you work tomorrow?” 

“I go in at 6, and I get out at 4.” You picked at your dinner, your mind going all over the place. “I’ll pack up when I get home from work.” 

Thor nodded. “I will personally pick you up at 6 tomorrow.” He knew that he wanted to get to know you. He thought you were beautiful, and knew that your child would be, as well. 

Wanda rushed to greet you when you got home. “Babe?” She furrowed her brows at you. You looked like you weren’t all there. The light in your eyes was dull, worrying her. “Did he hurt you? What happened?” 

That made you cry all over again. “I’m, uh, I’m marrying Thor.” You sniffed. “In a couple days. Then we’ll be planning an actual wedding.” Her eyes went wide at that. “Tonight is my last night in the apartment. I’ll pack tomorrow after work and he’s picking me up at 6.” 

“You’re moving out? Just like that? You didn’t fight that? I know you.” It made no sense to her. 

“Don’t worry about rent. His father owns this building. As long as we’re married, and as long as you want this apartment? It’s yours.” You didn’t want her stressing out about rent. 

Wanda stared at you. “You agreed to this to protect me, didn’t you?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I would move heaven and Earth to protect you and Nat. Turns out all I have to do is be a mafia wife and mother.” How was it only that morning that you found out about the baby? It hadn’t even been 24 hours and you were now technically engaged, and your entire world was changing. “Can I just change into some comfy pjs so we can watch something?”

Nodding, she gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Of course.” She agreed softly. 

Tagging: @stevie75

[lokis-realm]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Loki/ Tony Stark

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Length: 9237 words

Summary: In an act of selflessness and love, Anton Haganson sacrificed himself to save his closest friend. Six hundred years later, Thor Odinson stepped into a room and reeled back upon seeing a mortal who looked identical to an Aesir long known to be dead.

The day that Tony Stark learned aliens existed and met the God of Thunder was when the dreams of a man with green eyes started.