#thorbruce fic

[uhthor]

Was it two weeks since the snap they said at the start of endgame? Because I'm kinda curious abt brice's reaction when thor either tells him about how he survived or doesn't. Bruce just kind of figures it out himself

hello anon sorry for the incredibly delayed response, but i decided to write a small fic of my take on this! check it out under the cut:

“I knew you’d come back to me” 

check it out on ao3 here

When they returned to the compound, everything was exactly how they left it.

It was as if this world altering event hadn’t happened. Inside the compound, it was as though the entire team would walk back in after the battle. But they wouldn’t. Half of them were gone.

Nobody had really accepted what had happened yet and it seemed like everyone was moving in slow motion. They retreated to corners of the compound where their breakdowns couldn’t be publicised. Steve and Nat attempted contact with missing team members. They tried to find Tony, and turned to Bruce for help.

“I’m really not the person to ask,” Bruce grimaced, taking a seat at the table.

“Bruce, you were the last person to see him on Earth.” Steve reasoned, “Please. Just try and think back. Do you have any idea where he went? What he was doing?”

“He was following the wizard,” Bruce answered, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “Hulk wouldn’t come out and so they banished me— it was a whole thing. I wasn’t there.”

“A wizard?” Nat asked, sharing a look with Steve that she clearly thought Bruce wouldn’t see.

“They took him on their ship, and Tony followed him. That’s all I know. I don’t know where they were going,” Bruce answered, anger flaring up inside him. Not at them, but at himself for being useless. “I’m sorry, you guys. I’m sorry.”

“Well what about Thor?” Steve asked. “What went on with you guys before you came back to Earth? Maybe he knows where Tony is, maybe he saw him.”

“He didn’t,” Bruce snapped, both Steve and Nat flinching at his response. “Don’t— I gotta go.”

He stood up, not bothering to tuck his chair away on exit, leaving Steve and Nat staring at him dumbfounded.

“Bruce—“ Nat called after him.

“Let him go.” Steve’s voice became quieter the further he walked.

Bruce stalked the hallways of the compound with one destination in mind. He didn’t stop until he appeared at Thor’s room, trying to ignore the empty rooms along the way of his fallen team mates.

Except when he arrived at Thor’s room, the door that was usually left wide open, was shut.

He hesitated. Knocked.

Bruce heard shuffling from behind the door and before he could walk away, Thor opened the door.

“Banner,” His face softened as he saw Bruce.

He only walked past Thor and into his room, shutting the door behind him. Thor hesitated by the door before he turned around to face Bruce.

“Why did you do that?” Bruce asked, feeling his nerves get the better of him.

“Excuse me?” Thor asked, “Do what?”

“Why did you get Heimdall to send me back to Earth?” Bruce felt his lip quiver as he spoke and he balled his fists angrily.

Thor sighed, “Bruce—“

“No, Thor, why? Why didn’t you let me stay and help fight?” Bruce was shouting now. “Because I could’ve helped. I wasn’t done. You had no right to just send me away.”

“Thanos had already wounded you enough,” Thor murmured, “We needed someone to warn the others of his plan, that he was coming.”

“Bullshit,” Bruce snapped, “Why did you really do it?”

“You wouldn’t have survived the decimation of the ship. He wiped everyone out minutes after you were gone. He killed—“ Thor stopped and took a breath. “I didn’t want your death to be on my hands, too.”

Bruce’s frown fell. “But everyone—“

“You’re strong, Banner, I know that more than anyone, but you’re not Asgardian strong,” Thor took a seat on the edge of his bed. “We had more of a chance of surviving the decimation than you did.”

“You shouldn’t have made that decision for me, Thor.”

“Well I did. Okay?” Thor snapped now, and Bruce flinched. “Earth needed you and will continue to need you now more than ever. Heimdall knew that. I knew that.”

Bruce took a seat next to Thor in the silence. His room was bare and cold. It was never really his home. He was never there. But now he had nowhere else to go, so it became a home to him with such severity that it made Bruce ache. There was nothing here to remind him of his family and his people.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce spoke quietly, trying to diffuse the awkwardness that had suddenly risen. “What happened after I left?”

Thor continued to stare at the floor. “He killed Heimdall. However many Asgardians he didn’t kill probably died when he decimated the ship.”

“And you?” Bruce asked. “How did you survive?”

Thor paused, and Bruce could hear him take a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t have.”

Bruce shook his head. “Thor—“

“I gave up,” He said. “I wanted to be with Loki. In my final moments.”

Bruce took a sharp intake of breath— Loki. Thor didn’t enter Wakanda with Loki. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Thanos,” Bruce tried. “He—“

“Killed Loki,” Thor nodded his head emphatically. “Yeah.”

Bruce felt bile in his throat as he watched Thor try to hold it together. The gap between them was stupid, and Bruce shuffled closer to Thor instantly. He needed to be there in case Thor collapsed.

“I’m so sorry, Thor,” Bruce answered, hesitantly placing a hand on Thor’s arm. He didn’t flinch, and his arm was warm, so Bruce squeezed it slightly in recognition.

Thor looked at him for the first time since he entered the room. “One minute I was resigned and ready to die with Loki, and the next I was inside the Rabbit’s ship. I don’t know how I got there or what kept me alive. But here I am.”

Bruce nodded. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad his Snap didn’t take you. Even if you might wish it did.”

Thor nodded too before finally letting his tears get the better of him. He collapsed, much to Bruce’s expectation, and Bruce had never been more thankful for intuition. He held onto Thor as he cried, feeling his arms wrap around his body in response.

Bruce didn’t know how long they stayed there, but he found himself crying, too.

[beccarooni]

The End - Chapter 2

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Loki hadn’t been permitted to show his face at Frigga’s funeral, but he’d had a good enough second-hand description to imagine it as if he had. Golden towers, draped with black cloth. His mothers boat, adorned with flowers, her sword placed in her hands and a golden veil over her face. A flaming arrow shot by their finest archers - and even that too was gold. Frigga would sail to the ends of their horizon; dissolving into flame and sparks, her spirit scattered amongst the stars, marking her journey to Valhalla. Where the brave shall live forever.

He knew the feelings well enough; even if the visual had not been his. He knew that aching feeling inside - like a creature, tiny and desperate, trapped beneath his ribcage and clawing to escape. Loss was something he was well acquainted with by now; and the splendour that Asgard attached to it seemed almost intrinsic to the process. Asgard’s warriors died the deaths of heroes; it was only right that their passages would be heralded by something as glorious as they had in life.

Cramped in the Quinjet bathroom, with barely enough room to get on his knees, Loki muttered out the parting prayer - quiet enough so that Banner couldn’t hear from the other side of the door. A piece of his armour caught against the sink, and all of a sudden he was struck by how wrong this felt.

Sadness, he expected. Fury, and rage; those were emotions he knew came with death. But this sense of wrongness, of shame - it was new. It was new, and uncomfortable, and he wanted it to stop.

There was no body to bury. Nothing to cast to the stars, no boat to lay his brother to rest in, no hammer to place gently against his chest. This was the best he could do, and it burned his face with shame. Loki didn’t know the fate of the others. They may have survived, but they also may have died. And that would make Thor the last one. Possibly the last true Asgardian, and this was how his parting from this world would be marked. No fanfare, no lanterns, no stars.

An airplane bathroom, smaller than a closet, and a few words whispered from cracked and bleeding lips. The harsh smell of cleaning agents, and the harsher glare of the flickering light above him. A body, his brother, left in the cold grip of space - maybe forever. The best he could hope for was that a passing garbage collector would take pity on the condemned, and at least allow them the decency of a disposal.

This was what Loki of Asgard had to offer the God of Thunder, and it sickened him to think of it.

Loki swallowed, pressed his forehead against the plastic walls, and muttered the last of the prayers.

“Thor, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice, for those that have died the glorious death.”

Glorious death.

He sniffed, slumping from his knees further to the floor, and shutting his eyes against the world.

There was nothing glorious about this.

His throat hurt, and he allowed himself a few tears as the neon light flickered above him. The prayer was the only tribute he had to give. Well, that and revenge, of course.

Revenge was a talent Loki had yet to perfect. His schemes had a nasty habit of going awry at the last second - but, he supposed, the one person who was always there to thwart said schemes wasn’t here anymore. Now, there was a stretch of open road between him and his dagger piercing Thanos’s heart. Wherever that monster landed, whatever cursed ground marked the final battle, he knew he would be there. His soul wouldn’t let him rest if he wasn’t.

That would be the final gesture he could make for his brother, then. Thanos would die at his hand, he would pay for all he had taken from them. The gentle ending that they were robbed of; where they sailed to earth through the stars, as their ancestors once had. Where they landed, safe and sound, and rebuilt their departed homeworld. If the Mad Titan was so fond of balance, then he could experience it for himself. The scales would tip even with his death; and then, perhaps Loki could rest. Leave for somewhere new, and condemn this blood soaked tapestry to the dirt.

The tale of the house of Odin; beginning in blood, and ending as it began. Crimson, it seemed, was destined to stain the pages of their storybook. And Loki had seen more than enough of it for one lifetime.

“Hey, Loki?”

Banner knocked on the door, gentle enough that Loki almost didn’t hear it over the sound of the engines.

“Are you alright in there? It’s just, uh, it’s been a while. I don’t know if you’re sick, or...yeah.”

Loki cleared his throat, moving to his feet. A quick glance in the mirror, an adjustment of illusions, and he was himself again. There was a certain image he wanted to uphold with the Avengers; even if Banner had certainly seen worse of him (tied to a chair in Valkyrie’s apartment and having a bottle lobbed at his head, for one). They still thought of him as a threat - and there was comfort in that perception. An evil being, a god mad with power - they wouldn’t feel sorrow. Evil wouldn’t cry for its kin. Evil was unstoppable, unstable; an ever shifting force. He didn’t want to disabuse any of them of that notion quite just yet.

“I’m fine. Just washing my hands.” He opened the door, coming face to face with the worrisome scientist standing in front of him.

“I would think that with all the riches in his possession, Stark would grace you with more than one bathroom.” Loki moved past Banner, stalking back to his seat with as much dignity as one could muster when exiting from an airplane bathroom.

“Yeah. It does make missions kinda awkward, sometimes.” Banner rubbed the back of his head, hovering by the door for a moment before shuffling back to the bench where he was sat.

“Six super-people and only one bathroom. It can get intense.”

“I can only imagine.” Loki grimaced as he sat down, folding his hands in his lap.

There was a silence, then. But one with a touch of anticipation. Banner kept looking at him, and after a few minutes it began to grate on his nerves. It was the face of a scientist, after all. The one brimming with questions but holding back purely on social decorum. Banner tapped his feet, bounced his leg, cast him a sideways look. Loki stared ahead impassively, keeping his eyes trained on the window in front of him. He could guess what question it was that Banner wanted answering; and, frankly, it wasn’t something Loki wanted to discuss right now.

Banner wanted to know why Loki had chosen to help them. Why his loyalties had so quickly changed. And of course it was a complex answer; one wrought with chaos and really it would require a play with at least twelve acts to get through, and -

“Why’d you say that earlier?”

The scientist spoke softly, and Loki turned to him, arching an eyebrow in confusion.

“About Thor being dead.”

Loki groaned, leaning until the back of his head touched the cold metal wall behind him.

“Why do you care?”

He wanted to muster some venom into his voice; to spit out the words with vitriol and hatred. But he was so tired, and it came out with more numbness than he intended.

Banner looked at him a little more intensely then, and he could’ve sworn a hint of green crept into the scientist’s eyes.

“Why do I care?” He shook his head, frowning deeply. “You keep telling me about how your brother - one of my closest friends - is dead, and then wonder why that might possibly piss me off?”

Loki scoffed, and Banner folded his arms, shifting his gaze into a dark corner of the quinjet.

“I care because you’re not even giving him a chance. It’s like you have no faith in him - when he’s had nothing but faith in you. You’ve died a lot, and he’s always expected you to come back sooner or later.”

“This is different.”

“How? How is it different? If you’ve come back enough times, then he can too. I know you don’t think he’s smart enough for that but he is. He’s smart, and strong, and kind, and I just-” Banner cut himself off as his face illuminated with green, and his voice shot a few octaves deeper than normal.

Loki scooted back, watching the scientist's face with a degree of caution. He didn’t expect the beast to appear - when one of the sorcerers had hurried Banner back into the building, looking thoroughly un-green, he assumed something had happened. Which was understandable, he supposed. Travelling through the bifrost was bad enough for the inexperienced - let alone the unfortunate circumstances surrounding their travel.

He and Hulk had an uneasy truce on the Statesman. They stayed out of eachothers way, mostly. Hulk was wary of him; and vice versa - even if Thor had tried his best to ease tensions between them with group meetings and ‘dinner nights’. But that wasn’t enough to make him jump for joy at the prospect of seeing Hulk again; especially on a cramped jet, and without his usual strength to defend himself.

Although, it might be nice to see the beast again. It would be a familiar face at the very least; and while he wasn’t concerned about the giant’s safety, he couldn’t deny that his strength had brought a certain comfort with it. When you had the hulk by your side, you felt unstoppable. And it would be rather nice to have that confidence for the battle ahead.

When the scientist seemed to catch himself, Loki was almost disappointed. Banner breathed heavily, the green veins on his face dying down and retreating below the surface.

“He can’t be dead, Loki. He just...He can’t be.”

Loki paused, leaning forward a little. Studying the man in front of him; the twitches, the clasped hands wringing together, the never ending tapping of the foot. The strained expression; the eyes that held hope, but something else underneath that. Something desperate.

Banner didn’t just want Thor back. He needed him.

And all at once, those accidental touches on the Statesman made sense. Every guiding hand on the small of Banner’s back, every meal that the two had shared together, each word of comfort and gentle smile; it wasn’t just comradery.

Loki’s eyes widened, and he laughed; a hollow, bitter sound.

“You liked him.”

“What?” Banner looked away from him then, a muscle twitching in his cheek. “Of course I like him. I’ve known the guy for 6 years.”

“No, this is much more than a - Oh, what did he call it - a friend from work. You fancied him.”

He caught the sight of Bruce’s fists clenching at his sides, and for some reason that sparked something inside of him. A memory from long ago; of being trapped in that glass prison, with a sudden desire to set the beast loose.

“Well, maybe your paramour being dead will be enough to draw the beast back from the shadows. Does it make you angry, Bruce? Does the thought of someone you love dying for nothing fill you with rage?”

“Stop.” Bruce dropped to a whisper, screwing his eyes shut as if that could drown out the sound.

Some part of him told him to take pity on the man. A word of wisdom from his mother; that grief shared was grief halved. And maybe this wasn’t very nice of him, and maybe it wasn’t at all in line with honouring his brother’s memory, but at this moment he couldn’t find it within him to care. He wanted glory again - wanted the feeling of control that he’d had back on the helicarrier.

“I wonder if you ever confessed it to one another - or did he die without ever knowing it? You know, I always assumed that when his heart stopped he thought of Asgard, but maybe he thought of you. Maybe the last thing he ever felt was heartbreak, because he never knew if you loved him back-”

“Stop it!” Bruce’s voice deepened as he leapt to his feet, the veins along his neck deepening to a dark green; but it went further than that. Green blotches spread across his arms, and there was a momentary wildness in his eyes that Loki recognised.

The beast was here. Loki bared his teeth in a fierce grin, hands waiting for his daggers and his body itching for a fight.

But none came.

Banner’s fists stayed clenched, he shook with anger, but that was apparently all the good doctor could muster. The remnants in his eyes died out, like the last few sparks of a campfire, and he remained firmly Bruce Banner-sized. Loki sank back into his chair after the moment of apprehension, sighing.

“I was hoping that would work.” He shook his head dejectedly, a scowl creeping into his face and voice. “I get the sense that we might need him, eventually.”

“Jesus, Loki. So, what - your plan was to get me mad enough for a hulkout? And you thought now was the perfect moment? Here?” Banner gestured around their surroundings - to the low ceiling of the quin jet, the fragile equipment piloting their journey.

Loki’s head thunked against the wall as he melted back into the seat, shrugging listlessly. “I suppose I didn’t think that one through very well.”

“No, you didn’t.” Banner paced about the ship, wringing his hands together before he turned back to Loki, a hint of that previous anger emanating into his tone.

“Look, I know you miss him. And just because I don’t think he’s dead doesn’t mean I’m not worried about him - I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying about him,” He paused, looking up to the ceiling - his face contorting as if he was having to force these words out.

“But don’t you dare take this out on me. Mourn, if you want. Get angry, get sad - but don’t you take this out on me just because I still have hope.”

“Hope.” Loki chuckled mirthlessly. “Hope is a fool's gamble, Banner.”

“Maybe.” Bruce swallowed, his features smoothing out as his eyes turned to the viewing window beside them. “But it’s a gamble I’m willing to take.”

[captainenjolras]

ThorBruce fic! Mostly fluff, maybe a little angst.

Summary: Thor throws Bruce an actual birthday party!

⚠️Slight TW for mentions of child abuse (barely tho but just in case)⚠️

“What’s that?”

Bruce looked over to where Thor was pointing. In a neighbors yard, he could see a bounce house, children running and about five boxes of pizza.

“Oh, it’s a birthday party.”

The scientist continued walking, unaware that his boyfriend was still watching.

“Thor,” asked a puzzled Bruce once he noticed that Thor’s hand wasn’t in his, “what’s up?”

“I’ve never seen a birthday party like that,” beamed the god. “Is that what they do here on Midgard?”

“Oh, yeah; you’ve seriously never seen one?”

“Well, I’ve had birthday parties back on Asgard, but they were never like this!”

“What were they like?”

“A bit more formal.”

“Ah; yeah here it’s just kinda a fun, casual day.”

“Did you ever have a birthday party,” asked Thor once they started walking again.

“Hmm? Oh, not really.”

“How come?”

Bruce tensed up a little when Thor asked him that. The god instantly remembered the reason and tried to change the subject.

“Anything interesting happen at work lately?”

“Umm, not really.”

The scientist tried to had the sadness in his voice, but it wasn’t really working. Still, Thor tried to cheer him up.

“One time on Asgard, Fandral and I were hunting and we thought we saw a bear! But guess what? It wasn’t! It was just a really hairy man!”

Bruce tried his best to give a genuine laugh, but he felt like he just couldn’t. Guilt washed over Thor as he watched his boyfriend put on a fake smile.

“Bruce,” he started, once they reached the crosswalk, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to bring...that...up. I should’ve realized. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce assured him sorrowfully. “You didn’t know.”

“Hey, your birthday is in a week. I’m gonna make sure you have the best birthday of your life.”

“You don’t have to do that,” chuckled the scientist sadly. Thor places a gentle and caring hand to the mans cheek before speaking again.

“I know. But I want to. You deserve it. Bruce, you deserve the world. I love you.”

“...Thanks, Thor, but you don’t need to waste your time to celebrate just another day.”

“But it’s your birthday!”

“Birthdays happen everyday; why waste your time on mine? It’s fine, I just wanna...can we maybe head home now?”

Thor scanned the shorter mans anxious and sad face before nodding and taking his hand.

“I love you, Bruce.”

“I love you too, Thor.”

——————————————————————————

“Stark!”

Tony jumped at the sound of Thor’s booming voice.

“Jesus- I told you not to do that.”

“Many apologies; I need your help with something!”

“What’s up?”

The mechanic turned away from his work to see Thor standing a few feet away, notebook and pen in hand.

“...Is this an interview?”

“No, I just need to ask you a few questions.”

“That’s an interview, big guy.”

“Oh.”

“...So what do you need to know?”

“Do you know what Bruce might want for his birthday?”

Tony smirked before turning back to his work.

“He’s your boyfriend, Pointbreak. I hoped you’d know what he liked.”

“Oh, I do! I just didn’t know if he maybe told you anything that he wouldn’t mention to me, cause you’re bestrfriends and all.”

“He wants a ring on his finger,” mumbled Tony jokingly.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing; he never really mentioned anything. Maybe Nat would know? They’re real close.”

Thor thought for a minute before giving the mechanic a smile.

“Thank you, Anthony! Enjoy your work!”

——————————————————————————

“So you want us to help you come up with ideas for a gift for Bruce?”

“If you wouldn’t mind!”

Clint and Nat looked at each other before shrugging and turning back to Thor.

“Sure,” said Clint. “What were you thinking of?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure; that’s why I came to you guys!”

“Well,” started Natasha, taking the book and pen from Thor’s hands and drawing out columns, “let’s start by making a list of gifts that are “go” and “definitely not.””

“Good idea!”

“What’s some stuff he likes?”

“Well,” beamed the god, “he really likes The Office! He also really likes yoga and reading! Oh, and animals! And science, obviously! There’s also space, Disney, Broadway, the color purple, that one movie with the five kids in detention, flowers, the little house plants that Stephen has a lot of, old books, baking-“

“Let’s start with The Office.”

“Ok!”

“You could get him some merch, like a mug or hat.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” added Clint, taking the notebook and writing something down.

“And for yoga and reading,” said Nat, “you cold get him some books and a yoga mat.”

“That could work!”

“Any other ideas?”

“Well, Tony said something about a ring.”

“I-“

“Does Bruce like children, Thor?”

Nat slapped the man up the back of the head before turning back to Thor.

“You could get him a promise ring.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a ring couples get each other sometimes, kinda like to show the other that they love them.”

“I like that idea!”

“So you think you’re gonna settle with that?”

“Yes! Thank you, Natasha! Thank you, Barton!”

——————————————————————————

“You want me to help you bake a cake?”

“If you will.”

Loki thought for a minute before looking up at his brother from his spot in the couch.

“If I give you the instructions, would I still have to help you?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I could handle it from there!”

“...Alright. Give me a piece of paper and a pen.”

Thor handed Loki his notebook. The other god looked down at the writting in confusion.

“Why do you need a mug, a mat, a book, a ring and children?”

“I don’t need children, Barton wrote that.”

“...What is this for?”

“Bruce’s birthday is soon!”

“Wait, you want ME to help YOU make a birthday cake?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Thor, I’m a trickster. You really trust me to help you make a cake for your boyfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my brother!”

“...Trickster g- never mind. Just give me a pen.”

——————————————————————————

“Good morning, love.”

Bruce smiled as Thor pressed a kiss to his curls.

“Morning, Thor.”

“Happy birthday!”

“...That’s today?”

“Yes, silly!”

“Oh.”

“Here, let’s go to the living room; I have something I think you’ll like.”

Thor led his still sleepy boyfriend into their living room, covering his eyes as to not spoil the surprise. Once they reached the couch and sat down, Thor began to speak.

“Before I remove my hands, I need you to close your eyes. Now, I know you said I didn’t have to do anything for you today, but...that didn’t feel right. Over the week I had help from our friends to find something I’d think you’d like, and I came up with this. Ok, I’m removing my hands now, but PLEASE keep your eyes shut.”

Bruce nodded and closed his eyes as Thor’s gentle hands left his face. He heard the god walk away and quickly come back, standing between him and the coffee table.

“Open your eyes, love.”

The scientist slowly opened his eyes to see Thor holding a bunch of gifts. He couldn’t help but gasp a little at the action and let a small smile spread across his lips.

“You...you got this for me?”

“Of course! Would you like to see what I got?”

“Y-yes!”

Thor handed him one gift, which was wrapped tightly in paper. Bruce tore open the wrapping and admired his new books.

“Oh my god! Thor, thank you!”

“Would you like to see the other gifts?”

“Duh! You got more?”

“Of course! Here, I think you’ll like this one!”

The god handed the shorter man a bag, still balancing all the other stuff in his large arms. Bruce removed the tissue paper and pulled out a “worlds best boss” mug. What really made him smile though was the fact that Thor has crossed out “boss” and wrote “boyfriend.”

“Oh my god...”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” smiled Bruce, I little chocked up. “I love it.”

After the mug came a new yoga mat, a purple hoodie, a few succulents, a Disney movie collection, a Breakfast Club T-shirt, and a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars. Bruce was smiling wider than ever as Thor finally took a seat next to him.

“Thank you so much, Thor! I’m literally about to cry, I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the universe, Bruce...and there’s one more gift.”

Bruce shook his head with a laugh as he looked at his already many gifts. When he turned back to meet Thor’s eyes, the god was holding a small box.

“...What’s that?”

“It’s a promise ring,” smiled Thor as he opened the box. “Natasha told me that here on Midgard, couples get this for each other to show that they love each other. And I love you, Bruce. I love you more than anything.”

The scientist stared down at the small silver ring that his boyfriend held before looking back up with tears in his eyes.

“...Thank you, Thor. I-I love you, too. Oh god, I-“

Bruce wrapped Thor in a hug, resting his chin on his shoulder. The god placed a hand on the back of the scientist’s head and held him close.

“I love you so much, Bruce.”

“I love you too, Thor. Thank you so, so much. This is the best birthday ever.”

“It’s still not over. Also, there’s cake in the fridge.”

Bruce let out a small, genuine laugh before closing his eyes and melting into Thor’s hug.

[writerrmegg]

Thorbruce neighbors AU

AU where Thor and Bruce have neighboring apartments. Thor is a boxing/self defence/some kind of fighting teacher and he lives with Brunhilde. Bruce is their quiet neighbor they rarely see until he gets in a fight and Thor finds him outside, bruised to fuck and trying to make it up the apartment steps. Thor helps him inside and does first aid on him.

Bruce tells him that he got into a fight with his friends creepy ex who’s been hanging around outside their work and being stalker-y. He often gets into fights because he has really bad anger issues and can’t help himself.

Thor offers to teach him self defence and boxing (?) to help get his anger out in a productive way. Bruce is hesitant but agrees because Thor is so charming and can’t resist. He’s instantly attracted to him but he thinks Thor and Brunhilde are together, and that he would never be into him anyway. Thor thinks he’s attractive and seems kind but offers out of kindness-and a slight selfish desire to see him more often.

So, Thor starts giving Bruce lessons. He catches on very quick but Thor doesn’t want to lose their time together. He makes up excuses to keep having lessons, like Bruce’s form is slightly off or he needs more practice, but really he just wants to spend time with him.

In the meantime, Thor is constantly talking to Brunhilde about this adorable and sweet man that he’s half in love with. And Bruce is really bugging Tony about this hot as fuck guy who is just so nice to him.

Tony, being Tony, turns up at Brunhile’s favourite bar one day and plops down next to her. “You don’t know me but I’m Bruce’s friend and i can’t take this anymore. If Thor doesn’t shag him soon I think I’ll die from Bruce’s puppy eyes”. So they hatch a plan to pretend they met on a night out and want to hang out. They invite their respective idiots and try the whole night to get them together.

But, our lovesick idiots think that there’s no way the other is into them. Brunhilde says she’s going back to Tony’s to hang out and that they should go on home together. On the walk back they realise that they’ve been set up. Bruce is embarrassed because he thinks Thor is laughing at the idea of them being together. “Ha, I know. As if you’d ever date someone like me.” and Thor is like “...are you for real? I’d be honoured to date someone like you, Bruce.”

And they kiss the end.

[selfish-thunder]

Hello - I have officially joined the Thorbruce ship. I know I’m late but better late than never, right? Now *claps hands*

Is there an AU fic out there of Bruce having the Hulk as his DID alter, and Thor having to learn about this only to become the only one the Hulk will listen to, or do I need to create it?

[nilesfreeman]

Merry Christmas?

It was winter in New York, and like most people, Bruce was curled up in a cozy blanket, sipping hot chocolate to try and fend off the cold. A terrible blizzard had hit downtown, and practically everyone was stuck indoors.

Bruce pulled his blanket tighter around himself and clicked the tv on. The sound of the door swinging open and the rustling of bags made Bruce turn around. Standing in the hallway was Thor, clad in a big winter coat and holding at least eight shopping bags.

"Where were you? I was worried sick! I've been calling and messaging you all morning!" Bruce hops up from the couch and walks over to Thor.

"Sorry, love. The trains were delayed and there was no cell service," Thor apologizes as he drops the bags on the floor and sheds his coat.

"What's all that?" Bruce asks. Thor turns and grins. "Christmas decorations!"

Bruce stares deadpan at his boyfriend.

"Merry Christmas?" Thor tries, a little uncertain now.

"I don't celebrate Christmas..."

"Hanukkah?"

Bruce shakes his head. "Sorry. Christmas just wasn't the best time for me growing up."

"Well, we don't have to celebrate it," Thor shrugs, a little disappointed. Bruce chews his lip and sighs. He could see how excited Thor was about this, and it was his first Christmas on earth.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to put up a few decorations."

When Bruce agreed to this, he didn't think their whole apartment would be aglow with Christmas lights. Thor definitely went all out. He'd probably asked Tony for tips.

"Thor...this is a little...much, don't you think?" Bruce asks, standing back to look at their work.

"Much? On Asgard we held celebrations for weeks. Here you only celebrate for one day, why not make the most of it?"

He had a point, even though Bruce hated to admit it.

"Why do you not like Christmas?" Thor asks, tilting his head to the side in question. Bruce sighs and walks to the kitchen. He grabs two mugs from the cabinet and fills them with milk. He places them carefully in the microwave and presses the start button.

"My dad-"Bruce cleared his throat and tried again. "My dad was a drunk. An abusive drunk. Around the holidays it got worse. He'd go out every night and get wasted, and in the morning he'd be hungover and aching to hit someone..." Bruce trailed off and Thor seemed to get the message.

"I'm sorry, darling, I can take it all down if you'd like."

"No," Bruce shook his head. The microwave beeped and Bruce took the mugs out and poured the hot chocolate powder in them.

"You deserve good Christmas memories." He mixes the drinks then tosses the spoon in the sink. "And I want to be the one to share them with you." He hands Thor one of the mugs and they retreat to the living room.

"Really, Bruce, I understand if it bothers you-"

"It doesn't," Bruce interjects. "I love you. And I love seeing you happy."

Thor smiles and sets his mug on the coffee table. He turns to Bruce, pulling the blanket over them both.

"I love you, too." He leans forward and kisses Bruce.

"So, what do you wanna do? It's a week till Christmas, we have a lot of things to catch up on if you want to properly celebrate," Bruce says with a warm glint in his eyes. Thor's face lights up.

"I was reading up on Midgard Christmas traditions last night."

"And?" Bruce asks with a smile.

"I want to try ice skating."

"Ice skating?" Bruce couldn't remember the last time he'd been ice skating.

"Yes. There's a rink just ten minutes from here," Thor tells him excitedly. And he looked so happy that Bruce thought he would agree to anything Thor suggested.

"I think I can handle that," Bruce nods.

"And making gingerbread houses," Thor beams. Bruce just smiles and nods.

"I want to bake Christmas cookies."

"That all you got?" Bruce asks with a coy smile.

"Make a snowman, binge Christmas movies, attend a tree lighting ceremony, see the Nutcracker..." Thor trailed off with an embarrassed smile. Maybe he'd done too much research.

"Think we can swing that all in a week?" Bruce asks. He pulls the blanket over his lap and snuggles closer to Thor.

"I think so," Thor nods confidently. Bruce smiles and reaches up, pulling Thor down to kiss him. Maybe this Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all.

[ehmslly]

91 with thorbruce, if that's ok! 💚

Totally okay!

{91. We recently told the media we’re dating and it isn’t pretty… please don’t tell em you want to break up}

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Thor wasn’t prepared for the backlash of coming clean to the press about his and Bruce’s relationship, Bruce unfortunately, was.

They hadn’t particularly wanted or felt a huge desire, to tell the media what was going on between them. But they had been photographed without their knowledge a week prior, at an avengers formal event, and wanted to be the ones to tell the story- not some money seeking pap.

They tried to do it in the best way possible, Tony had a few friends in the industry who he trusted not to spin it and so they sat down and came clean. And while the article about them was beautiful, and honest, and true- it didn’t stop people.

There was outrage about two superheroes, two avengers, being gay.

There was fear they were going to team up and try to take over the world- cause that’s realistic and of course their main priority.

Or that their breakup would cause a massive fight that would destroy half the city.

There were media stations trying to claim it was a cover up for some evil plan, saying slanderous and just ridiculously untrue comments about their relationship.. simply because they could.

Bruce ignored it, he was used to negativity surrounding him and had grown accustomed to shutting it out a long time ago- Thor however, hadn’t and was taking it hard.

He’d watch every news story on it, read every article, listen to everyone who shouted on the streets at them.

He feigned to be unaffected but Bruce could see it, It was getting too much, it was clearly beginning to distress and anger the god, and Bruce was just trying to keep his distance as to not annoy him any further.

After all he had been the one to initiate the kiss at Tony’s stupid party, the one that started all the outrage- it was technically his fault… he wondered if Thor thought that.

He was just going to get himself a coffee when he spotted Thor sat in front of the large television in the living room, hair thrown in a bun and body covered by a loose jumper.

He didn’t react to Bruce entering the room, so either he didn’t notice, or didn’t care- Bruce felt it was the latter and continued on to the kitchen.

He stood by the machine as it whirred and sputtered out his drink, leant against the Cabinet and watched Thor in the lounge.

He was never usually up this late, usually preferring an early night much to Bruce’s amusement; but then they were never normally apart in the evenings, always sat with each other despite Thor’s love of sleep- and since he was now alone and free to do his own thing Bruce didn’t think too much of it.

He went back to watching his boyfriend, now with a coffee cup between his palms and a frown on his lips.

He was shaking his head, muttering under his breath and then suddenly he was throwing something, the remote, hard and fast at the television.

Bruce startled and winced as it hit the screen and the glass broke, shock rendering him motionless.

The god was stood with his back to bruce, shoulders shaking as they rose and fell in time with his staggered breaths. His hands lay by his sides, gentle fingers curled tightly into fists.

The room was dark around him without the light of the tv and Thor made no movements, or requests to Jarvis, to make it light again.

“Thor…” Bruce managed to breathe out, still glued to the kitchen.

Thor tensed, and slowly turned to face him, surprise evident on his dimly lit features- so he hadn’t seen Bruce come in.

“Bruce!” He Forced on a smile, and went to approach him, arms wide.

“Wait!” Bruce held his hands up “Thor there’s glass everywhere, just- you’ll hurt yourself- wait there” Bruce went to go find a broom in one of the cupboards, trying to calm his breathing as he did so.

“Here,” he found the brush eventually and began sweeping the glass away from Thor, collecting it in a corner far away from his boyfriends bare feet.

Thor looked guilty now, staring at the ruins of Tony’s television and then back at Bruce’s withdrawn expression.

“Bruce..”

“Jarvis tell Tony in the morning that I had a little hulk issue and broke his tv”

Thor gasped, “But Bruce-“

Bruce held up a hand to silence him, which worked immediately.

“Certainly sir, shall I send someone for the glass?” Thor looked at his feet.

Bruce shook his head, “No we’ve got it- thanks though”

“Goodnight Dr Banner, Mr Odinson” Jarvis wished them, and then signed off, leaving them alone in the living room, only tension between them.

“Thor what are you doing?” Bruce moved closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder and feeling the muscle tense beneath his touch.

“They were insulting you” Thor bit out, jaw set and eyes furious.

Bruce looked at the smashed tv and quickly figured out what he was watching, and who he was talking about.

“You’re taking this hard” Bruce commented, ushering them both to sit on the sofa though he kept his hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Yes” Thor replied, as though shocked Bruce wasn’t.

“Do you want to leave me-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence Bruce” Thor looked tired but absolutely ready to fight him on it.

Bruce nodded slowly, clearing his throat.

Thor shuffled closer to Bruce before telling him, “These people, they don’t know us, but they were insulting us- what right do they posses to pass judgment?”

Bruce shrugged.

He grinned “You know what would happen on Asgard to someone taunted and disrespected my relationship?”

He reached for Bruce’s hand, playing with his fingers before wrapping his own around them. Bruce laughed despite himself, and held onto Thor’s hand tightly.

“I’m guessing it involves torture or killing”

“Indeed” he confirmed with a grin.

“We can’t do that here, baby” Bruce swept his thumb over Thor’s knuckles.

“A shame “ Bruce knew Thor couldn’t really hurt someone without too much of a reason, but the comment still made him laugh, which in turn made Thor smile harder.

“Thor-“

“We get letters here you know, to the tower- for us; Some nice, most not… I hide them from you” he confesses, staring forward but watching Bruce out of his peripheral vision.

“Why would you do that?” Bruce asked, reaching to touch his jaw and bring his eyes back to him, palm lingering on his cheeks.

“Because I love you, and it’s my job to protect you from anything that could hurt you” Thor brought his own hand to cover Bruce’s, keeping it by his cheeks and turning to kiss his palm.

Bruce scoffed.

“And you think I don’t have that same job? Thor you’ll go crazy listening to them. It’s different here, there aren’t laws or torture- people can- and will- say whatever the hell they want ”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Thor asked.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “Just… ignore them”

“That’s what you do?” He quickly leant to kiss the corners of Bruce’s mouth, making the smaller man laugh and gently push him away.

“Yes Thor, That’s what I do- that and look at all the people who love us”

Thor beamed at him now, “people love us?”

Bruce nodded, “Peter showed me some blogs about us, people think we’re adorable Thor”

“As do I”

Bruce mumbled something about being cute and leant to give Thor a short kiss, which with a hand to his jaw, Thor made considerably longer.

He pulled away smiling, tracing Bruce lips with the tip of his finger before asking “Can I read these?”

Bruce nodded quickly, scrambling up for his laptop and returning back to Thor’s side, leaning into the warmth when Thor wrapped his arms around him.

“Sure! There was this one post about a boy who we inspired to come out and I swear I nearly crie-“

Thor found his attention drifting, and found himself staring at Bruce’s excited eyes, and his exaggerated gestures as he waited for the blogs to load on his laptop.

When he had Bruce in front of him, right beneath his fingertips and between his arms, it didn’t seem quite so hard to ignore the idiot press after all.

[clarapswald]

down came the lightning on me

thor thinks all green animals are loki. bruce is in too deep to tell him they're not. it's sweet, really