Summary: You and Thor attend a street fair, where you try your hand at a couple of the games. Turns out, Thor doesn’t like it when they’re 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 it’s complete shit!!!! (Also, let’s see who finds a line i sneaked in there…)
Request: 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?
(masterlist) // August posting schedule
It’s not often that you and Thor get time to yourselves. Between saving the world however many times necessary and dealing with mission reports, it’s 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.
“Y/N,” Thor’s voice booms as he comes through the door. “We’re having a date night.”
“Hello to you too, baby.” you say, amused by your boyfriend’s sudden entrance. “I haven’t seen you all day you know.”
Thor grins and bounds over to the couch where you’re sitting, leaning down to press a brief kiss to your lips. “Hello,” he murmurs against your lips. “We’re going on a date night.”
He takes the flyer out of his pocket and unfolds it, placing it into your awaiting hands.
“Street fair?” you ask. “You ever been to one of those?”
Thor shakes his head. “It does look quite fun, and we haven’t had time to ourselves in a while.”
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 there’s 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.
It’s a cycle that repeats itself much more than you’d like to admit.
Thor’s smile is so big you’d almost think you told him you were pregnant.
“Come on,” you groan. “I know how to work a gun, why can’t I get this goddamn duck to fall off!?”
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. There’s 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. There’s a stage where musicians have been occupying for the past few hours, playing covers of well-known songs and some originals and, lastly, there’s the carnival games.
You’ve been trying your hand at them for the past thirty minutes but you can’t get one damn prize. You’ve 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.
You’re starting to think it’s rigged.
“This isn’t supposed to happen to a sniper.” You huff, putting the gun on the game shack counter, glaring at the lady behind it as she counts the money you gave her.
“Better luck next time, hun.” she hums, shrugging.
Thor knows you’re 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. There’s a lot of people around, and they all look at him almost as if in awe, but he’s too busy thinking about how cute you look when you’re frustrated.
“Come on, love,” Thor says. “They’re just games.”
“Try telling that to the ten bucks I’ve spent in the past half hour.” you grumble. “I should be able to take down a cardboard duck. I’m a damn sniper.”
Thor’s laugh makes your lips curl up a little, your frustration dissipating.
“Would you like to try one more before we go home?” he asks after he quiets down.
His voice is gentle, and you know it’s because he understands that even if it’s just a game, you feel upset when you can’t do mundane things. Like shooting a cardboard duck with a plastic gun.
You’re looking around at the other games when your eyes zero in on the one you’re damn sure you’re going to win. You grab Thor’s 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.
“Gimme a hammer.” you demand, a challenging look in your eyes.
The kid passes you one and sets a timer for one minute, and you let Thor’s hand go with a wink.
“Watch this, baby.” 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 you’ve broken it.
The mole doesn’t go down.
There’s five seconds left on the clock and the mole isn’t. Going. Down.
“I think there’s something wrong with the game,” you say, hurriedly whacking the plastic animal, urging it to go down.
“You’re gonna have to hit it harder than that!” the teenager goads, laughing as you spend the last few seconds trying to get the mole to go down but to no avail. “Better luck next time.”
You turn back to Thor, pouting and ready to voice your frustration, when you see his jaw tick. His eyes are narrowed, and he’s 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.
“Whoa there,” you put your hands on his chest, rising on your tiptoes to make him look at you. “Don’t get all thunder-god-crazy on me. You said it yourself: it’s just a game.”
Thor shakes his head and looks at the shack, then back down at you. “It wasn’t a fair game.”
“I know,” you pat his chest once. “But they’re all like that. I’m just mad I didn’t get a teddy bear.”
Suddenly, Thor straightens up, looking at the game shack with utter determination. “I’ll get you a teddy bear.” 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 can’t 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 doesn’t budge.
You hide your face behind your hand in embarrassment at the loud yell Thor lets out.
“I can’t believe this!” he yells, then turns to the kid behind the counter, who’s now looking more scared by the second. “This is a trick!”
Your skin prickles with goosebumps, your hair standing a little higher with the electricity in the air. Thor’s back is tense, and his arms are at his side, fingers crackling with blue light once more. He’s mad.
“Thor, baby, let’s go home.” you urge him, walking closer and placing a hand on his back, your touch soothing his tense muscles. You’re aware of the people around you staring at the whole ordeal, so you have to act quick before Thor’s temper gets the best of him. “I can get a teddy bear somewhere else.”
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 he’s wearing.
“It’s just not fair.” he says, slamming his fist down on the counter.
Nobody has any idea how it happens, but it’s almost straight out of a cartoon. One moment, Thor’s 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 they’re 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 Thor’s, his body curved over yours to check that you’re 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 you’re not sure your stomach can take it.
Thor follows your gaze to what’s left of the shack and quickly steps away from you for a moment, returning with three giant stuffed animals. There’s a penguin, a polar bear and a snake.
“Reminds me of Loki.” 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.
“What am I gonna do with you and your temper?” you laugh, smile widening when you see Thor duck his head down, avoiding your gaze. “Hey, no, it’s okay! You probably scared that kid half to death, though.”
Thor groans. “Don’t. I can already see the headlines tomorrow.”
You let out a cackle and loop your arm around his elbow, a tight fit due to the fact that he’s holding the penguin on the same side. You walk back home like that, you laughing every once in a while, thinking about Thor’s 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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