Summary: You and Thor attend a street fair, where you try your hand at a couple of the games. Turns out, Thor doesnât like it when theyâre rigged.
A/N: Not entirely sure how I feel about this, I think I wrote out my Thor resources with Baby Fever, lol. However, this is for the lovely @warriorsacrifice , hope you like it! And honestly sorry if itâs complete shit!!!! (Also, letâs see who finds a line i sneaked in thereâŚ)
Request:Â Could i request thor and the reader going to a fair and she tries her hand at the (rigged) games and she looses each time and becomes upset and thor becomes mad and takes his anger out on one of the games causing her to win all the prizes?
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Itâs not often that you and Thor get time to yourselves. Between saving the world however many times necessary and dealing with mission reports, itâs hard to get a date night in.
So when he sees a flyer announcing a street carnival for the weekend on his latest grocery shopping run, he runs home with the paper clutched in his hand to show you.
âY/N,â Thorâs voice booms as he comes through the door. âWeâre having a date night.â
âHello to you too, baby.â you say, amused by your boyfriendâs sudden entrance. âI havenât seen you all day you know.â
Thor grins and bounds over to the couch where youâre sitting, leaning down to press a brief kiss to your lips. âHello,â he murmurs against your lips. âWeâre going on a date night.â
He takes the flyer out of his pocket and unfolds it, placing it into your awaiting hands.
âStreet fair?â you ask. âYou ever been to one of those?â
Thor shakes his head. âIt does look quite fun, and we havenât had time to ourselves in a while.â
You grimace as you think back to when was the last time you guys had an actual date. Sure, you see each other every day at work and hell, you live together; but thereâs a big difference between spending nights upon nights just lying on the couch watching a movie and actually putting effort into planning an evening out and going through with it. Too many times have you guys made reservations at restaurants and not followed through, or maybe get excited about going out early in the day, only to feel too tired and lazy when the time comes for you to leave.
Itâs a cycle that repeats itself much more than youâd like to admit.
Thorâs smile is so big youâd almost think you told him you were pregnant.
âCome on,â you groan. âI know how to work a gun, why canât I get this goddamn duck to fall off!?â
Thor chuckles behind you and steps closer, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist as you slump against him, the plastic gun hanging loosely from your hands in defeat.
So far, the night has been great.
You and Thor arrived in the late afternoon and made a beeline for the food section of the fairgrounds, eating your weight in fried food and sticky, sickly-sweet desserts. After your food-coma had worn off enough that you could start walking, you set out to explore the rest of the fair. Thereâs a section for people to sell their handmade crafts; another section for the attendees of the fair to make their mark, using paint to decorate an enormous mural that will be displayed in the town hall. Thereâs a stage where musicians have been occupying for the past few hours, playing covers of well-known songs and some originals and, lastly, thereâs the carnival games.
Youâve been trying your hand at them for the past thirty minutes but you canât get one damn prize. Youâve tried tossing rings onto cones, shooting ducks and other animals with plastic guns - hell, you even tried dunking a clown into a vat of water - and none of it has worked.
Youâre starting to think itâs rigged.
âThis isnât supposed to happen to a sniper.â You huff, putting the gun on the game shack counter, glaring at the lady behind it as she counts the money you gave her.
âBetter luck next time, hun.â she hums, shrugging.
Thor knows youâre about to go off on this lady because he also knows the games are a joke, so he grabs you by the hips and gently leads you away from there. He places an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side, walking aimlessly through the fairgrounds. Thereâs a lot of people around, and they all look at him almost as if in awe, but heâs too busy thinking about how cute you look when youâre frustrated.
âCome on, love,â Thor says. âTheyâre just games.â
âTry telling that to the ten bucks Iâve spent in the past half hour.â you grumble. âI should be able to take down a cardboard duck. Iâm a damn sniper.â
Thorâs laugh makes your lips curl up a little, your frustration dissipating.
âWould you like to try one more before we go home?â he asks after he quiets down.
His voice is gentle, and you know itâs because he understands that even if itâs just a game, you feel upset when you canât do mundane things. Like shooting a cardboard duck with a plastic gun.
Youâre looking around at the other games when your eyes zero in on the one youâre damn sure youâre going to win. You grab Thorâs hand and hurriedly pull him along behind you, hearing him apologize to the people he bumps into while trying to keep up with you.
When you come to a stop in front of the game shack, you already have the money it takes to play in your hands. The teenager manning the station jumps a little when you slam the bill down on the counter.
âGimme a hammer.â you demand, a challenging look in your eyes.
The kid passes you one and sets a timer for one minute, and you let Thorâs hand go with a wink.
âWatch this, baby.â you wink at him, turning around when he responds to you with an encouraging smile and two thumbs up.
When the plastic moles come out of their hiding place, your mind focuses on taking each one of them down. You move quick, whacking each and every one of them with a force one could say was almost feral, the thunk of the plastic colliding with one another sounding like the sweetest music to your ears. Behind you, Thor cheers you on and helps you, little exclamations falling from his lips whenever he sees a new mole pop up.
The minute is almost over, the teenager giving you a warning that the last mole is about to appear. You raise the hammer high above your head, ready to get your goddamn prize, silently waiting for the plastic thing to show itself. When you see it out of the corner of your eye you bring the hammer down as hard as you can, almost worrying for a second that youâve broken it.
The mole doesnât go down.
Thereâs five seconds left on the clock and the mole isnât. Going. Down.
âI think thereâs something wrong with the game,â you say, hurriedly whacking the plastic animal, urging it to go down.
âYouâre gonna have to hit it harder than that!â the teenager goads, laughing as you spend the last few seconds trying to get the mole to go down but to no avail. âBetter luck next time.â
You turn back to Thor, pouting and ready to voice your frustration, when you see his jaw tick. His eyes are narrowed, and heâs looking at the game shack like he wants to set it on fire. You glance down at his hands and see the tell-tale blue light dancing between his fingers.
âWhoa there,â you put your hands on his chest, rising on your tiptoes to make him look at you. âDonât get all thunder-god-crazy on me. You said it yourself: itâs just a game.â
Thor shakes his head and looks at the shack, then back down at you. âIt wasnât a fair game.â
âI know,â you pat his chest once. âBut theyâre all like that. Iâm just mad I didnât get a teddy bear.â
Suddenly, Thor straightens up, looking at the game shack with utter determination. âIâll get you a teddy bear.â he mutters.
You watch him walk up to the counter and put some money down, barely glancing at the teenager when he takes the plastic hammer from him. Thor goes through a round of the same thing you went through, cursing under his breath when he canât get the last mole to hide. The second round, he throws the hammer away and slams the plastic mole down with his bare hand.
The damn thing doesnât budge.
You hide your face behind your hand in embarrassment at the loud yell Thor lets out.
âI canât believe this!â he yells, then turns to the kid behind the counter, whoâs now looking more scared by the second. âThis is a trick!â
Your skin prickles with goosebumps, your hair standing a little higher with the electricity in the air. Thorâs back is tense, and his arms are at his side, fingers crackling with blue light once more. Heâs mad.
âThor, baby, letâs go home.â you urge him, walking closer and placing a hand on his back, your touch soothing his tense muscles. Youâre aware of the people around you staring at the whole ordeal, so you have to act quick before Thorâs temper gets the best of him. âI can get a teddy bear somewhere else.â
Thor turns back to look at you, expression softening when he sees the concern in your eyes. His body is half turned towards you, one of his hands resting on the counter still, balled up in a tight fist. His biceps are straining the t-shirt heâs wearing.
âItâs just not fair.â he says, slamming his fist down on the counter.
Nobody has any idea how it happens, but itâs almost straight out of a cartoon. One moment, Thorâs fist is going through the wooden counter, and the next, the whole shack falls apart. It collapses in on itself, barely giving the kid in charge enough time to make his escape.
Dust kicks up as the whole thing falls to the ground, and you look at Thor in utter shock when it finally settles. You burst out laughing at the panicked look on his face, a deep blush creeping up on his cheeks when he realizes what happened.
The people around you stop what theyâre doing and stare, watching you descend further and further into uncontrollable laughter.
You end up on your knees on the ground, one hand holding onto one of Thorâs, his body curved over yours to check that youâre not going crazy or dying from lack of air.
When you finally calm down, you notice people taking videos and others sifting through the wreckage to take whatever stuffed animal there is. Others are giggling, and you almost have another fit of laughter, though youâre not sure your stomach can take it.
Thor follows your gaze to whatâs left of the shack and quickly steps away from you for a moment, returning with three giant stuffed animals. Thereâs a penguin, a polar bear and a snake.
âReminds me of Loki.â he grins, handing you the snake.
He helps you up from the ground and watches with a bashful smile as you dust yourself off and look up at him, shaking your head in disbelief.
âWhat am I gonna do with you and your temper?â you laugh, smile widening when you see Thor duck his head down, avoiding your gaze. âHey, no, itâs okay! You probably scared that kid half to death, though.â
Thor groans. âDonât. I can already see the headlines tomorrow.â
You let out a cackle and loop your arm around his elbow, a tight fit due to the fact that heâs holding the penguin on the same side. You walk back home like that, you laughing every once in a while, thinking about Thorâs face after the whole thing went down. Thor just laughs along with you, though quietly, not wanting to remind himself of the embarrassment he felt in that moment.
Though when he sees you later that night, asleep on the couch with the stuffed snake clutched to your chest, he thinks losing his temper might not have been so bad in the end.
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