#thorxsteve

[tsundereslasher]

thor: *leaves* steve: :( thor: *comes back* steve: :D

[thequeenoffish]

Thundersheild

I have a mighty need to rp some thundersheild, please message me if your interested so we can have some fun! I am open to playing Steve or Thor, and any aus or ideas.

I’d like to do something with where they meet before the serum, but I’m also up for anything else! :)

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Another (One)(ThunderShield)

MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy :)

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The first time something happened between Steve and Thor, it was after a tough battle. The team had been scrambling to work together, to keep their heads about them, and it had very nearly ended in several civilian casualties.

It had been a bad day.

“Movie night. One hour.” Tony snapped as the team stumbled through the doors of the common area. “ Mandatory . Today was awful and we all need to reboot.”

“Sure thing, Stark.” Natasha agreed wearily, and looped her arms over Clint's neck. “Carry me.”

“I gotcha babe.” He picked her up easily and sent Tony a smile. “We will be back after a shower. Can I order pizza?”

“Whatever you want, bud.” Tony said instantly, and reached for Bucky's hand. “Shower for us too, soldier.”

“Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky drawled, and kissed Tony gently. “Cap, you want to pick a movie? We will be back in a few minutes.”

“Nobody likes the movies I pick out.” Steve argued good naturedly and Bucky made a face.

“Yeah. Me either. Thor's out too, he takes forever to decide.”

“Damn you guys.” Sam rolled his eyes and dropped his wing pack on the floor. “ I will pick a movie. You guys go shower.”

He clapped Steve on the shoulder as he passed on his way to the movie room. “Take a load off Cap. You look tense.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled, or at least he did until Sam left, then he let his shield drop with a thunk and sat heavily on the couch.

It was hard some days.

Hard to pretend like everything was okay all the time. Hard to pretend like he knew what to do with himself if he wasn't fighting. A soldier who couldn't fit into a world not at war.

It seemed to be getting worse lately, this feeling of not belonging .

He didn't know why , and he didn't know how to make it stop.

So he just sat on the couch with his head in his hands and waited to be called down to watch another movie full of references he didn't really understand and didn't really care about.

Bucky, of course, didn't understand them either, but he had Tony on his lap explaining things in a quiet voice in between kisses. It was adorable in a borderline disgusting way.

Almost six months ago Bucky had stood up at the breakfast table and in typical, charming Bucky style, had announced that he would love nothing more than to take Tony out for a date, because he figured it would be rude to stare this much without at least buying him dinner.

Tony had blushed and stammered and then had just walked over and kissed Bucky square on the lips.

Bucky had swooped him up and carried him out of the room and they hadn't left the bedroom for the rest of the day.

Steve had been so happy for his best friend, and at the same time, the saddest he'd been in a long time, because after finally getting Bucky back, Bucky just went and found someone else.

And Steve didn't have anyone.

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Tony had reinforced the punching bags in the gym to withstand even Bucky's metal arm, so Steve knew he could pummel it all night without the seams splitting or the chains snapping.

So he worked it hard, until sweat was dripping into his eyes and his shirt was sticking to his body. Until his shoulders were starting to ache and he had punched through his gloves.

And he kept going then, too, until his knuckles were bloody.

“Steven.” A concerned voice broke his concentration and Steve jerked around in surprise.

“Oh. Thor.” He started to wipe his hand across his face, but grimaced when he saw the blood, and Thor tossed him a towel. “What are you doing down here? Movie over?”

“Yes. Everyone was asking where you were.”

“Romantic comedies aren't my thing.” He explained with a shrug and a smile. “Thought I could get in a little more of a workout before bed instead.”

“Does it help?” Thor asked, tilting his head and Steve let himself look for a minute at all those muscles and that long blond hair.

Thor was...interesting in a way that he hadn't noticed with anyone else in a long time, and for the last several weeks thoughts of the demi god had filtered in and out of his mind. Steve always chased them away but they were getting harder and harder to ignore.

“Does what help?” He finally asked, and did he imagine it, or did Thor’s eyes light up a little when he caught Steve staring?

“Does this help to quiet your mind? Coming down here and trying your hardest to destroy a practice bag?”

“I don't know what you--”

“You know what I mean.” Thor left the wall and sauntered towards him. “I've seen the way you look in the heat of battle. You crave it, excel at it. And when the fighting is done you still need something to bring you down. Something to slow the blood rushing through you. Some bridge between battle and civility.”

“Oh.” Steve tossed the towel aside. “Yeah, I suppose I do. You're the same?”

“When we return from battle in Asgard, even just tournaments, we feast.” Thor smiled, remembering. “We feast and we drink and we laugh and yell and dance. To be so quiet after a fight is not natural. Not for men. Not for warriors . We need something to silence the noise in our heads. Drink is always the first choice.”

“I could handle a drink.” Steve admitted. “Except nothing gets me drunk, so it's a waste of my time to even try. Gave up years ago. If alcohol doesn't work on me, might as well just drink a water, right?”

“I have some Asgardian mead.” Thor said with a grin and Steve raised an eyebrow. “If it can get me drunk, surely it will do the same for you. Come up to my quarters, we can share a drink there. Toast to a successful fight.”

“Yeah.” Steve actually smiled. “That sounds good. Let me shower and--”

“No need.” Thor waved his hand in the air. “We are warriors , Steven. We do not need to be pretty and perfumed to be around each other. Come now.” He turned and left, giant strides carrying him out of the gym and halfway up the stairs before Steve caught up.

They didn't say anything else until Thor had pushed open the door to his huge suite. The only room in the compound with a fireplace, his living room was well lit and warm , and Steve was glad he'd stayed in his workout clothes instead of changing like he'd planned.

Thor retrieved the mead from his room and poured them each a generous share, motioning to the sofa and they both sat, sinking into the plush cushions, their knees knocking together.

“Slowly.” Thor warned with a twinkle in his eye, handing Steve a glass. “Cheers.”

Their glasses clinked together and Steve took a cautious sip, exclaiming in surprise at the rich thick flavor, taking a bigger drink and closing his eyes as the alcohol traveled down his throat, sitting warm in his stomach.

“Good?” Thor asked, and Steve relaxed back into the sofa, letting his head drop back.

“ Good .”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, just sipping at the mead, then started talking about the battle. Quiet stories turned to louder stories and exclamations of “you definitely did not do that single handedly!” and it wasn't until Steve stood up to get some more drink that he realized he was even tipsy.

“Oh!” His knees gave out and Thor grabbed him before he slumped to the floor, laughing at him.

“Easy, Steven.”

“I'm drunk!” For whatever reason, that was completely hysterical, and Steve dissolved into helpless giggles. “I've never been drunk in my life! This is the craziest thing! Oh my god, I can't even walk! Thor I can't even walk !”

“You are quite the lightweight.” Thor said with a grin.

“I beg your pardon!” Steve tried to sound offended. “I weigh over 200 pounds! There is nothing light about me!”

The ridiculousness of his statement hit him hard, and he cracked up again, sliding off the couch and onto the floor.

Thor's booming laugh joined his and they laughed until Steve was holding his sides, gasping for air, and Thor happily refilled his glass when Steve motioned for more.

“Bottoms up!” Steve cheered and Thor clinked their glasses together loudly before draining his. “Whoa.” Steve looked up at him from the floor. “I bet I could do that too.”

“Take it slow, now.” Thor chuckled. “I've been drinking this for hundreds of years.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes comically wide. “I'm Captain America. I can take a shot!” He dropped his head back and pounded the glass of mead, wiping his mouth dramatically when he finished.

“Another!” He yelled and threw his glass at the wall. Thor absolutely roared with laughter and threw his glass as well.

“Another!!”

But this time Thor stood up to get the mead, swaying just barely on his feet, and took a drink right from the bottle.

He offered it to Steve with a raised eyebrow and Steve got to his knees and just opened his mouth wide.

Thor started laughing at him again and Steve punched his leg lightly. “Stop laughing and give me some!”

Thor carefully poured some into his mouth and Steve swallowed, smacking his lips loudly.

“You know--” even his words were starting to slur a little. “If Tony walked in right now he would have something embarrassing to say about how bad this looks.”

“I'm more concerned about how good it feels .” Thor countered, and took another long drink.

“Feels good.” Steve said quietly. “Feels like the first time I've relaxed in months.”

“You have been unhappy.” Thor observed.

“Lonely.” Steve confessed. “Feel like I don't really fit in with the team. Everybody has somebody except me.”

He was saying more than he should, the alcohol loosening his tongue, and his face burned in embarrassment as the words spilled out.

“I understand.” Thor said simply. “I too, am a warrior without a real war. Considered larger than life, and feel as if I do not fit in. I had the Lady Jane for a time, but she could not handle my life, the demands that being a Prince of Asgard and a god placed on my shoulders. You are the same.”

“But so is Bucky.” Steve argued. “And he and Tony--”

“Bucky is not the same.” Thor shook his head. “He was a different boy than you when you were children, a different type of soldier. You were frozen but he was woken and saw the world as it changed, even if just for the duration of his missions. In reality he has been in the world far longer than you, even if it is only recently he is Bucky again and not the Winter Soldier.”

“I guess.” Fairly surprised by how much Thor observed, but too tipsy to dive into it, Steve shrugged. “Well, either way I'm relaxed now so--”

“Then have another drink and keep relaxing with me.” Thor tilted the bottle down again with a suggestive leer and Steve laughed, opening up again and trying hard it to let anything spill.

But this time when he went to lick his lips, Thor bent down and kissed him for a long moment, his lips warm and soft, tongue slipping and twisting to taste every corner of Steve's mouth, before pulling away.

“Oh. You kissed me.” They broke apart and Steve stared up at him. “You kissed me.”

“I should apologize?” Thor asked hesitantly.

“Definitely don't apologize.” Steve was already climbing the couch to get closer, stopping just shy of Thor's lips. “Um, another?”

“Another.” Thor agreed softly.

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The Next Morning

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Steve took a long drink of scalding hot coffee and closed his eyes against the pounding in his head.

He'd never had a hangover before.

Finally understood why everyone else was always cranky the morning after a party.

Thor walked into the kitchen, took one look at his expression and laughed softly. “How are you this morning, Steven?”

“Awful.” Steve took a smaller, careful sip of his drink. “Just awful.”

He watched Thor cautiously over the rim of his cup as the big blonde started grabbing random ingredients from the fridge and spice rack and mixing them together in a bowl.

He had woken up in Thor's bed early this morning, head pounding and mouth dry.

Thor had been passed out on the little sofa, looking uncomfortable as hell, still fully dressed. A quick check and oh thank god Steve was still dressed too. All he remembered was drinking, laughing a lot and Thor oh then Thor had kissed him. And Steve had kissed him back . And Thor had helped him to bed and then---

“Drink this.” Thor handed him a half full glass. “It will help.”

“Thanks.” Steve tipped his head back and chugged it, nearly gagging at the taste. “Well that was--”

“A sure fire way to be rid of a headache.” Thor lifted his own glass in a salute and pounded it just as fast. He rinsed both cups and turned to leave.

“Hey. Hey wait.” Steve said and Thor paused at the door. “Um, thank you. For last night. For helping me relax. I didn't realize I needed to unwind and--”

“Aren't we friends, Steven?” Thor asked and Steve swallowed hard.

“Well, sure.”

“Then no thanks is necessary. Anytime you need a drink and someone to talk with--” Thor let the sentence trail off with an easy shrug.

“And the--battle rush? When I need to come down or quiet my mind? Steve asked uncertainly. “Or when I'm lonely? What about then?”

Thor looked at him for a long moment, letting his blue eyes drop slowly over Steve's frame.

Then he took two big steps into the kitchen and framed Steve's face with his hands. “Human courting customs seem indirect and confusing to me, so I will just say this: I have found that the best cure for the rush of battle, is a warm bed and a lover spread out beneath me.”

Thor’s eyes darkened to a stormy blue. “The best cure for loneliness is a beautiful body above me. The fastest way to ease my mind is to be in the arms of someone I care for. I would enjoy you in all of those situations.”

Holy shit. Steve couldn't even reply, just stared, and Thor ran his thumb over Steve's bottom lip thoughtfully.

“I very much enjoyed hearing you laugh last night, and very much enjoyed our brief kiss. It would please me if you wanted to repeat our night together, it would please me if you wanted me to drive away your lonely, if you would allow me to ease your mind.”

“I--I think I'd like that.” Steve stammered. “For… the lonely. And laughing and--and--”

“Excellent.” Thor leaned down and brushed their lips together in the barest of kisses. “I want you, Steven.” His voice dropped lower and a shudder ran through Steve. “It took every bit of my self control to let you sleep in peace in my bed all night. Don't keep me waiting.”

Then he was gone, headed back out to do whatever it was he did with his days.

Steve had to grab the counter to hold himself up because his knees had almost given out. Had to bite his tongue to avoid calling back for Thor and asking for another.

Hopefully, there would be time for that again, later.

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Another (Two)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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Steve literally ran into Thor as he rounded a corner in the compound, and landed flat on his ass, bouncing off the immovable bulk of the Demi-God.

“Steven.” Thor said with an amused smile, leaning casually against the wall and looking down at him. “I was looking for you.”

“Why’s that?” Steve shook his head, trying to clear the stars from his vision.

Running into Thor had hurt.

“After our last conversation, I had hoped to find you knocking on my door, anxious to cure your lonely in my arms.” Thor commented mildly. “And yet, it's been almost a week and I've barely seen you at all.”

“Sorry.” Steve mumbled. “I ah-- yeah. Sorry.” 

Thor raised his eyebrows. “Did I misread your answers the other morning? You seemed receptive at the time, but did you change your mind?”

“Wow, don't waste anytime getting right into it, do you?” Steve muttered, his face flushing and Thor’s lips curled in a smile.

“I told you I find human courting customs… confusing. A straightforward approach is better for everyone.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” Steve started to stand and Thor reached down and yanked him to his feet easily, dropping his hand and giving Steve some space.

“It's not that spending time with you doesn't sound fun.” Steve said slowly. “I just… got a lot going on. Here.” He tapped his temple. “I can't handle a relationship right now, and I never saw the appeal of just hooking up and I don't know how far you wanted to---”

“Steven.” Thor held up his hand to silence him. “Wouldn't you think that I, as crown prince of Asgard, god of Thunder, and Avenger, also have much on my mind? Wouldn't you think that I too, would enjoy some peace of mind? You all assume that because I crave war and love to drink and eat that I am a simple man, and I am not.”

He tilted his head to study Steve.“When I sought you out, it was because I felt as though the two of us could ease each others burdens. We are very much alike, you and I, and finding someone who can ease both a mental and physical strain is not something to pass by.”

“Oh.” Steve blinked at him. “Thor, I'm sorry, I didn't think that you--”

“No one does.” Thor interrupted with an easy smile. “Just because I am a god does not mean I am not troubled by all the same emotions and worries that plague you.”

“I am not asking for a….” Thor thought for a moment. “A relationship or a commitment. I am simply asking for, and offering , the chance to share each other's burden. The chance to find some quiet in the presence of a kindred spirit. Whether tis an emotional embrace… or a physical one.”

Then his smile turned wicked. “Though I will admit to hoping for the latter.”

“I think I'd enjoy that with you.” Steve said quietly. “It's been a long time since I felt like I fit in anywhere and the other night with you….”

“ Yes, I agree.” Thor’s eyes lit as they traveled over his body, and Steve suddenly wished he was wearing something better than a plain white t shirt and sweats. “Will you come here then?” He extended his hand slowly, and Steve took it just as slowly. 

“Good.” Thor smiled and jerked him right up against his body.

“ God.” Steve's eyes snapped shut when their chests collided, when their hips met, and he had to bite back a moan at how good it felt to get his hands on Thor, to clench his hands in his side and feel the muscles shift and roll beneath him.

“So have you decided then? Would you like to---” Thor's voice trailed off and he touched Steve's face gently, big fingers tracing lips and cheeks and jaw.

Steve couldn't help the soft whimper from his lips. “Ye-yes. Yes.”

“Ah. So, you are not immune to my physical charm after all?” Thor asked teasingly and Steve shook his head without opening his eyes. “Will you allow me to kiss you, then?”

Steve nodded, eyes still closed, and Thor laughed quietly before drawing him even closer and slotting their lips together in a long kiss.

Yes. Steve didn't even realize he was sighing, didn't realize he had wrapped that long blonde hair around his fingers and was tugging lightly until Thor went to lift his head to break the kiss.

“No.” He whispered and Thor didn't even respond, just pushed him against the wall and kissed him again, one thick thigh pushing it's way between Steve's legs, and Steve moaned, grinding down against it as his body went from lax to ready in just a few seconds.

Thor hummed in approval, feeling him respond and rocked into him gently, and Steve jerked in surprise feeling Thor hard against him.

“Did you not think my body would wake as well?” Thor asked, sounding amused, and pressed harder between Steve's hips. “Surely you wouldn't assume I am not affected by your beauty.”

Fuck. The moment went from sweet to hot just that fast and Steve could barely keep up. He didn't even remember the last time he'd gotten himself off and this oh this with a hard, hot body moving against him oh god it was good.

“Thor.” Steve bit out, his head smacking back into the wall as heat poured down his spine, pooling low inside him.

He was very nearly dizzy as his arousal punched up another notch, and he rolled his hips against Thor’s thigh, a shaky sigh because the pressure was good and the friction was good and he could probably come just like this, just grinding down on that thick leg and--

“Thor!” His voice rose a little when a big hand trailed down his back to grip his ass.

“Mmmm.” Thor rumbled. “I would like hear you screaming my name like that.” Covering Steve again, he thrust his tongue deep inside his mouth, tasting and licking over every bit of him.

“ More .” Thor demanded and tapped Steve's jaw impatiently. “Let me in.” His voice had dropped into something nearly subsonic and each word vibrated through Steve's body as he opened wider, nipping at Thor’s tongue as it invaded his mouth.

“Room.” Steve mumbled as their tongues twisted and curled together, and Thor just shook his head.

“Right here. Want you right here.”

“Room .” Steve repeated. “Please.”

Thor grumbled something about inconvenient and done before anyone noticed but lifted Steve right off the ground, directing his legs around his waist and backpedaled across the hall until he reached a door and opened it blindly, kicking it closed behind him.

“Oh my god!” Steve's eyes were suddenly comically wide and Thor laughed outright at him. “I don't think I've ever been carried.”

“Well,” Thor eased them down to the floor, laying heavy between Steve's thighs, never letting him unhook his legs from his waist. “I am quite adept at scooping up my conquests and carrying them off to my chambers. Perhaps it is something you should get used to.”

“Is that what I am?” Steve panted in between kisses. “A conquest?”

Thor pulled away, blue eyes serious. “No, Steven. Not a conquest. A prize .”

Steve didn't know what to say to that, but it didn't matter because Thor was kissing him again, hands tugging at his shirt impatiently until Steve leaned up so he could pull it off his shoulders.

He thrilled when Thor sighed softly, touching his chest gently for just a second. Then their movements were back to hurried , Steve ripping at Thor’s tank top, Thor pushing Steve's pants down his hips and--

“--good Christ!” Steve yelled when Thor's hand closed around him.

“If you are going to call for a deity--” Thor said with a wink and a wicked smile, but Steve was already thrusting into his hand, hips moving helplessly as Thor stroked him.

“Yes, god yes I need this.” Steve stuttered, and tried to push his pants further down so he could spread his legs. “Please don't stop. Didn't realize how bad I needed--”

He was barely coherent, barely able to put a sentence together, strung so tight it couldn't possibly take much more than this to come, and oh when Thor twisted his hand just right, when Thor bit at his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth, and god when Thor rocked against him, cock hard and thick and so big even still trapped in his jeans, Steve knew he'd be done just like this, with just Thor’s hands on him just like this just like this just like--

Steve bit his lip until it bled as he came, back bowing as his orgasm rushed through him, his fingers tearing into the carpet beneath him, a choked sob escaping his throat as he poured himself into Thor's fist, all over his own stomach.

Thor was talking softly to him, still stroking him slowly, bringing him down and through each wave of pleasure, until Steve tried to twist away when everything was suddenly over sensitive.

“Dammit.” Steve dropped his arm over his face to hide his eyes. “ Dammit , that was-- that was--”

“Why are you hiding from me?” Thor asked in concern, and shifted to his side, pressing light kisses to Steve's lips. “Was that not-- are you used to something different?”

“I--I--” Steve flushed dark red. “Finished so fast. Embarrassing.”

Thor looked down at him for a long minute, but Steve wouldn't move his arm to meet his eyes. So with a short sigh, Thor reached down and gripped Steve's cock again, and the soldier bucked beneath him, hardening again almost instantly, and Thor made a satisfied noise.

“I am pleased I can bring your release so quickly.” He murmured, and Steve peeked out from beneath his arm curiously. “It will be even more satisfying to bring you again and again and again.”

“Oh .” Steve stared at him and Thor wiggled his eyebrows invitingly.

“Another, perhaps? I am considerably--” Thor pressed into Steve's hip, and color flooded his face again because fuck Thor was huge and still so hard and Steve was reaching for him, for the fasten on his pants before he could stop himself.

“Yes.” He moaned. “Yes, another.”

Thor growled in approval, reaching to help with his jeans but--

“Forgive me for intruding.” JARVIS’s calm voice came over the speakers in a low tone. “But Sergeant Barnes is heading this way looking for Captain Rogers. It might be prudent to continue this moment elsewhere unless you with the entire compound to know about this meeting.”

Fuck. Steve thought but “Thank you, JARVIS.” was all he said.

“Thank you, automated one.” Thor added  solicitously, and jumped to his feet, waiting for Steve to wiggle back into his pants before offering his clean hand to help him up.

“So.” Steve retrieved his shirt awkwardly, sliding it back on, wincing at the drying mess on his stomach. “So we should probably--”

“If Sergeant Barnes does not keep you overly long--” Thor interrupted. “Perhaps tonight you will knock on my door.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, flushing.

“We decided on another, did we not?” Thor lay a quick kiss on Steve's lips and left.

Steve barely managed to scramble behind the desk and pull some papers out like he was sketching when Bucky opened the door.

“Hey Stevie.” The soldier smiled. “Want to go for a run? Feel like we haven't done anything together in a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good.” Steve forced a smile onto his face.

“What were you doing in Peppers old office?” Bucky asked as they headed out the door. “I didn't even know anyone used it anymore.”

“Oh, um just needed a quiet place to draw. Change of scenery, nice and quiet, you know.” Steve was the worst liar in the world, and he was glad Bucky wasn't looking at him as they walked.

“That's great. You haven't drawn in ages.” Bucky clapped his shoulder. “Change and I'll meet you downstairs.”

“Sounds good.” Steve waited until Bucky had disappeared down the hallway before leaning back against the door, and letting himself grin like a loon for a few minutes.

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“So, Bucky says you are drawing again?” Tony asked over the dinner table, and Steve looked up in surprise.

“Um not…”

“When I found you in Peppers old office.” Bucky prompted and Steve nodded quickly.

“Right. Yeah, I thought a change of scenery would bring some creativity...or something.” He knew he was blushing a little damn he hated lying and he definitely did not look at Thor, who was listening with an amused smile.

“That's good, Cap.” Tony said enthusiastically. “I know you said you haven't wanted to draw in a long time. I'm glad something has sparked it again.”

“Thanks.” Steve flushed a little more and looked down at his plate. He definitely did not look at Thor, whose amused smiled had slid into something affectionate and soft.

And man he tried so hard not to jump when a big foot slid under the table to rest against his own.

Who knew the God of Thunder played footsie?

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Godly Appreciation - Chapter 1

CHAPTER 2

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Thor/Steve

Rating: Subtle slash, SFW?

A/N: seriously, I’m a Marvel-pairing-slut. I have so many OPT’s, and this is one of them. My Gods, where do these ideas come from?!

Steve have been beckoned with insistent nagging from Tony to play test subject to a new invention. The invention in question was a room which - through means Steve could not understand - could control gravity. While Steve doubted the necessity and hazardous nature of such technology, he found himself approaching the control room, having succumbed to the relentlessness pestering, yet he told himself that it would be a practical experimentation to determined the value and jeopardy of another Stark toy and it’s likeliness to cause world devastation. Within the confines of the control room, Steve approaches Tony.

“Blonde and Godly has been a marvelous lab rat. Jolly fella he is,” Tony muses happily. Steve observes the distant form of the Asgardian as he continues a routine of swift evading maneuvers. Considering the intimidating size of the man, his movements are graceful, almost like a dance. Without prior knowledge, no one would know that Thor battled against an invisible opponent. That opponent being the increased gravity in which the room had been constructed to produce. It might just prove to be a new source and method of training that the team required. The project had yet to be operational but being Tony, he wasted no time skipping to human experimentation and Thor had willingly accepted the ‘challenge’.

“Going to stand there perving all day?” Tony’s teasing comment breaks his focus. Steve blinks, breaking the fixation on the form in the room below. Was it so wrong to be appreciative of another physique, even were they of the same gender? Dismissing the comment, he turns from Tony who follows his departure.

“Give us a show Cap-ricorn!”

“You’re not funny,” Steve replies back as he leaves the room. It is but a short walk to the entrance doorway that is the only source of entry into the room ahead. The door is constructed to withstand the differing pressure on either side, protective seals ensuring stability.

An alarm blares signalling the return to normal gravity within the room and Steve hears the automated security on the door unlocking to allow him entrance.The doors slide open to reveal the dome like room within, bathed in white light and the only distinguishing figure is that of Thor’s. They stand not far parted for one another, but a mere few meters. It is, however, close enough for Steve to view Thor in greater detail than he had from the control room where Tony was still situated.

Steve’s mouth is parched instantaneously on the sight before him. Thor is shirtless. It was the first time that he has laid eyes on the naked upper body of the God, oh, and how godly it was. Yes, most have appreciatively eyed the hulking biceps but until now, the armour that Thor frequently adorned left many fantasising for what was beneath and as of this moment, Steve can confirm their imaginings were right and all the more.

The golden due of his tanned skin dips and bulges over the mountain like curvature of his taut muscles. They flex and contract on the slightest of movement, pin-pointing Steve’s attention. The excessive production of sweat clumps the golden threaded hair to frame the strong jawed face. Sweat trickles down Thor’s brow, chest glistening with the honey like colour. No hair features his chest, only the darkened trail that guides Steve’s eyes on a sinful journey from Thor’s navel to where it disappears beneath the low riding tracks that Thor has dressed for the strenuous activity. Steve slowly glances back up Thor’s body, rewinding the preview he has just witnessed. When at last he settles on the the kept stubble, handsome nose and piercing blue eyes…eyes at gauge him intently.

Steve’s eyes widen in embarrassment at the realisation that he has been caught out right staring at the man before him. And not just staring, blatantly ogling him! His mouth gapes and closes, a silent and shamed apology he can’t verbalise. What surprises him all the more is the mirthless expression that is Thor’s reaction. A smirk plays on his lips, not quite subtle, but not openly mocking. Refined. His eyes though, they are unnerving in the manner they gauge Steve. Calculative, like the warrior he is, and Steve had unknowingly been singled as the prey.

Steve aims again to say something, anything!

“I…I ah-” but he falls short of what to say, his mind imprinted with the colour of Thor’s skin, those strong weld arms.

“Peace, friend Rogers,” Thor says gently and he raises a hand to stall Steve’s lame attempt. Thor walks towards him with intentional slow stride, the precariously low riding pants emphasising the sculpted ‘v’ shaped pelvic formation.

When at last he stands before Steve, he can’t help but note the closeness of their persons. Had Thor purposely positioned himself so near to himself? He is at least two inches taller but Steve had never considered it intimidating until this moment. Although their gazes don’t met at first, Thor's gaze probs him, appreciating chosen attire of a tight shirt and he too, sporting track pants for the activity ahead. Steve can smell the salty and natural musk, wafting from Thor's form. The smell, Steve honestly admits to himself, is not unappealing. It was almost animalistic, a pheromone like allure.

Steve concentrates with grueling effort to say something that might redeem himself of his crass behaviour. “Looking good out there,” and Steve visibly flinches at the unintentional innuendo. “I mean, ah, Tony said you did good.”

“I believed Son of Stark to jest when he boasted gravity would prove a worthy opponent. Indeed it was.” Thor, while his smile subtle, his energy and happiness shine through his expressive eyes, alight between the thickness of his lashes, bordering the piercing blue irises.

“You would proceed within?” Thor asks, catching Steve in a hypnotic gaze. 

“Ah, yea. Tony needed another guinea pig,” Steve replies and notes Thor’s confusion. Brows furrowed in a most endearing way. “Test subject,” he says in effort to right the misconception of the 21st century metaphor. Thor’s smiles once again.

“You are more than capable, that I have witnessed myself.” The compliment warms Steve, he can’t explain how, only that it radiates from his chest across his body. He steps towards Steve, closing the gap so that but an inch remains between him. Steve can feel the heated breath against his face, the warmth Thor’s body emanates, the nervous flutter of his stomach.

“With enrapture attention, I will watch from above,” and Thor steps back enough to express a devilish smile for but a moment, before he strides from the room. The promise and intent lingers and Steve feels suffocated but excited, his heart beating most violently.

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Credit: 犬毛