Ariella stood at the door of her home, she thought at most, the bag was going to contain a piece of silver or two, at most, and a few bronzes, but it was all silver, she looked at them all, there was at least ten, but to her shame, she could not count any higher. She only knew to ten by fluke from listening to people. How could she ever explain that to her father and mother how he ever came to possess them. She thought of how he had acted in front of Fandral, she was embarrassed, certain the young high-born would never want to see her again because of his behaviour.
“Where are you?” She turned around and closed the door, both of her parents glaring at her. “Get your head out of the clouds girl.”
Plot: the reader is in love with Steve and he knows that but he never gives her the time of day so she starts hanging out with Thor (who also happens to have a crush on you) and she starts to develop feelings for him. When Steve notices the reader is spending all of her time with Thor he starts to become jealous and shows up everywhere the reader and Thor are. On the night of one of Tony’s parties Thor makes an announcement that Steve doesn’t like and decides to start a fight with him.
Today was going to be the day you finally asked Steve out on a date. You have been practicing what you were going to tell him over a dozen time because you wanted it to come out perfectly.
You’ve tried so hard not to make your crush noticeable but you had a feeling he already knew you liked him. For example you would be the first to volunteer when Steve asked for someone to go on a mission for him or running errands for him.
Your heart started racing when you spotted Steve looking through some files while he was walking by “Hey Steve I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab dinner with me tonight, just the two of us, like a-”
“I can’t I have a mission but maybe some other time” Steve interrupt without looking at you before he left the room. You were so disappointed that he had left without making eye contact with you that you didn’t realize Natasha was standing behind you.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT. You knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that he was going to be great as usual…but you were scared shitless.
Were you ready to have a baby ? You didn’t really know, the only thing you were sure of was that if you ever wanted kids, it was with Steve. He proposed to you a few months ago and you were suppose to get married the coming summer, a child wasn’t really part of the plan. However, the more you thought about it, the more you smiled…But was he going to be as happy ? You were totally freaking out, alone in your bathroom, glad that he wasn’t home right now. He would have totally understand that something was wrong with you…it was fairly obvious really. So you were glad to be alone. Well, not really. You wished you had someone to tell, someone that wasn’t your fiancé.
You bolted out of your bathroom, grabbing a jacket, and went to the Avengers’ Tower common room, hoping to find a friend there. While you walked to the common room, you started to panic. You knew Steve, he would never hurt you…So what if he didn’t want a kid, but just to please you would act as if it was OK ? What if he decided that he didn’t wanna marry you anymore, and you suddenly found yourself raising a kid alone ? Granted, it wouldn’t be that difficult, you being a Stark, but…You were never so glad to see your brother, chilling in the common room with your friends. They were all there. Wanda, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Vision and Bruce.
You came in awkwardly, and they didn’t notice you right away.
Tony was trying to explain how computers worked to Thor, and clearly, he was about to give up. Clint was checking his arrows. Natasha was in a deep conversation with Bruce, and Wanda and Vision were…Cooking ? You weren’t sure. You didn’t care.
-Oh hey lil’ sis, do you want to take my place and try to knock some knowledge into the God of Thunder’s brain ? Literally. I feel like the man only understand violence.
-I do not, it’s just that…your Compopper is confusing.
You laughed as you took a sit in the couch across your brother and Thor.
-…Computer honey, computer.
-Whatever, it’s confusing, it doesn’t make sense. In Asgard, when we want to know something, we go to the tree of Knowledge, and it answers us. We don’t have to type many words in the Google to…find things that aren’t even related to what you want to know !
Laughter took over all of you, and you felt more relaxed all of a sudden. So relax in fact, that you didn’t realize what you were about to say before you said it.
-Hahaha I’m pregnant.
Silence. You were still laughing, not registering what you just said. Until you did. And you laughed nervously.
-Hum…I’m joking ?
No one believed you. They were all stunned. Tony was the first to speak.
-Is it Cap’s ?
-Of course it’s his who do you think I am ?
-Haha you know I’m nothing like you on that matter.
He smiled. He knew. Finally fully getting what you just said, Natasha shrieked highly, making Bruce almost turn into the Hulk. It wasn’t like her to act like a teenager like that, but she was so excited for you ! You and Steve were some of her best friends, and she ran to you, catching you in a tight hug, asking to be the godmother. She’d be a great godmother.
Thor congratulated you on your future hopefully strong spawn, and you weren’t sure how to take it…
Wanda and Vision both smiled widely at you, patting your stomach, which made you awkward.
Clint told you that it was great, now, you were going to be able to babysit his kids in return of him and his wife babysitting yours. Perfect deal. And like that, you were sure the children were safe. Superhero nannies.
Bruce shyly came to you and shook your hand awkwardly. Aw Bruce.
They were all speaking at the same time, asking if you already thought of names, if you wanted a boy or a girl etc etc…
-Well, I have known for less than two hours, so no, no names. I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl. I haven’t even told Steve yet…
They all stopped talking.
-What ? Oh he’s not gonna be happy that you told us first…
Tony said, making your nervousness from earlier coming back violently.
-Shut up Stark, he won’t care. All he’s going to think is that he’s gonna be a father. He called earlier, he’s on a solo mission not far from here, he’ll be home soon.
Natasha’s words, though they were trying to be reassuring, made you almost throw up in stress. He was coming home soon, and you’d have to tell him…
-Yes, who wouldn’t be happy to have a child with such a lady as you Y/N. Your waist is perfect to give birth.
Once again, you weren’t sure how to react to Thor’s word, so you just thanked him awkwardly…And then you passed out. It was too much.
You woke up within seconds to the sound of your brother asking if it was already because of the pregnancy, and Bruce answering that it most likely wasn’t. With a small smile, he said it was probably nerves.
-Nerves ? She’s a Stark, her nerves are made of steel. Or, iron. Haha.
-Shut up Tony, you have panic attack regularly.
You scolded him while you were slowly waking up.
-Ouch. Well at least you’re still as sharp as ever.
-I’m pregnant bro’, it’s not going to change my personality. But I can already feel my hormones going crazy, they make me want to punch you in the face…oh wait, no, that’s a normal feeling.
He grimaced at you and you smiled.
-So, stressed of telling Steve ?
Bruce asked. As usual, you were surprise at how good he was at reading people. Probably because he had to know who he was, and how he felt at all times, to be able to somewhat control his transformations into Hulk.
-Hum…Yes. Very much. But you guys gotta promise to not tell him before I do. I’ll handle it. He’s going to be happy…right ?
-Y/N, he asked to marry you. No matter if this isn’t part of “the plan”, it’s gonna be fine.
You smiled at Natasha, hoping she was right. Still made them promise though.
Two weeks had passed since that day, and you still haven’t told Steve. Your friends were bickering you every passing hours to do it, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go and tell him.
Maybe you could hide everything until the baby was born, and just put him in his arms afterward saying : “Hey, it’s yours” ? …Probably not. In a few weeks, the bump was going to start to show, and he would definitely notice. Besides, weird cravings for food already started, and he looked at you like you were crazy when he surprised you eating pickles with ice cream last night.
You had to tell him. Today. You were gonna tell him this instant. You went out of the bathroom and to the bed, where Steve was still asleep in. You gently stroke his hair, and he smiled, not opening his eyes.
He said. You kissed his jaw and he pulled you against his chest. You laughed. Yes, it was the right moment to tell him. Now. Now. Go. Go Y/N. Tell him…You didn’t do it. Instead, you initiated a rather heated love making session.
Another week passed, and your friends were getting extremely annoying, always on your back. It wasn’t much because they wanted Steve to know, but because they were afraid they would say something to hint at it, and that he’d understand without you actually telling him.
Like Tony, this morning. Though it wasn’t a hint, it was plainly saying it…You were sat at the counter of the kitchen, eating cereals with hot cocoa in the same ball, when your brother entered, not seeing Steve slumped in a chair in front of the TV.
-So, Y/N, my sweet little sister, when are you going to tell Cap’ he’s gonna be a daddy ? And not in a sexual way…
You froze, glaring at Tony. Motherfucker. You loved your brother, but right now, you could have smothered him to death without hesitation. But you were too nervous to make a move. And he most likely just didn’t notice Steve.
Steve had raised from the chair and turned his head quickly towards Tony, before turning to you, utterly surprised. Your brother winced, fuck. He didn’t meant that to happen…He looked at you. Ooooh you were mad. But you were going to deal with him later. He slowly backed away, and ran out of the room.
Steve stood up, staring at you. You didn’t know if he was scared or happy. Maybe a bit of both…
-You…You’re pregnant ?
You nodded, unable to speak.
-And it’s…Mine ?
Again, you nodded, giving him a look that meant : “Obviously it’s yours you idiot”.
He didn’t make a move, too baffled.
-Almost a month.
-Almost a…and you’re telling me just now ?
You nodded once more.
-The others know don’t they ? I knew they looked at me in a weird way lately…especially your brother…
Again, you nodded, raising from your seat and taking a few steps towards him…but not daring coming too close.
-I’m sorry Steve, I wanted to tell you, but I was just…Too nervous. I was afraid of how you’d react.
-..How I’d react ?
-Yeah. Maybe you…maybe you don’t want a child with me…
Months of pent up feelings started to explode, and tears filled up your eyes.
Steve chuckled softly.
-Honey, I love you. How else could I react but like that ?
And before you could say anything, he ran to you and gave you the most wonderful hug ever. His eyes too had some unshed tears in them, and his smile was impossibly wide. Relief showered you.
-I’m gonna be a daddy…
-Not in a sexual way.
You both laughed, and he twirled you around in a warm embrace.
-Oh, we have to built him or her a nursery ! What about names ? Did you thought of names ? Do you already know if it’s a boy or a girl ? Doesn’t matter, I’m already in love with them. I’m going to be a father…A family of my own…finallly…
You smiled gently at him.
-It only been a month, I don’t know the gender yet. I didn’t want to think of names before I told you and…Well…you know…We can built a nursery together, that sounds fun.
He put his hand under your shirt, on your stomach, and smiled. Of course, he couldn’t feel anything yet, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
You hugged each other for a long time, kissing each other’s neck, jaw, forehead, lips…Just happy. So happy you both thought you were going to burst. After a while, you pulled away.
-Now excuse me baby, but I have to have a word with my stupid brother.
Tony’s parties were always extravagant and seemingly wild. But a secret that you, and most of the other staff working tonight knew, was how meticulously organised the affair was.
7:00 - General party guests arrive. 7:30 - Avengers (assemble) arrive. -keep track of how many drinks each partygoer consumes. -any partygoer over 10 drinks is discreetly tested and, if over a predetermined limit, set by Mr Stark, are to be sent home. 11:30 - general party guests transport arrives. -Avengers relax -All bartenders leave except finishing bartender (Robert).
I hadn’t been the finishing bartender before and after Robert quit because of his panic attacks (wonder what caused those), I was next in the firing line.
“Now I look at her, she does seem kinda familiar,” Steve conceded.
“What!?” Bucky hissed.
Steve wasn’t sure where he’d seen the girl before, she definitely hadn’t worked here the last time he’d been. She’d come and taken their order for two black coffees, then lingered awkwardly as if she expected them to say something else. Maybe Bucky was right: even though the diner had always made sure no-one bothered him in the past, maybe now they were actual fugitives, the policy would change.
Steve knew he should have grown a beard.
The waitress reappeared shortly with their drinks and two cupcakes, with little star sprinkles, that they definitely did not order. She slid them onto the table, then stood staring at Steve with one hand on her hip.
“Cupcakes are on the house, with a side helping of ‘what the hell are you two doing here?’” she said, looking unimpressed.
Cold panic seized Steve’s throat and he saw Bucky none too subtly reach for the butter knife lying on his napkin.
“I mean, when Clint said you guys were headed out of town I kind of assumed that meant further afield. Like, at least Queens,” she said, turning to look at Steve more closely.
“You don’t recognise me, huh? Okay, whatever. Enjoy your coffee, lemme know if you want anything else,” she drawled, falling into a rather disappointed voice. “I’ll tell Thor you said hi.”
Then a lightbulb popped into life above Steve’s head.
“Darcy!?” he exclaimed, thinking back to the one and only time he’d met Dr Foster and her assistant at the tower. “What’re you doing here? Don’t you work with Jane anymore?”
“Oh, sure,” she smiled brightly, now that he knew her, “but this is the job I have to have so Jane and I can keep slogging through theoretical astrophysics as well as eat. And that’s with Clint giving us a break on the rent.”
“I thought Tony gave you guys a grant? You spent a week wheedling it out of him,” he asked, suddenly afraid he would find out that the Avengers’ breakup had cost Jane and Darcy their funding.
“Yeah, Jane spent most of that on some fancy-schmancy equipment that doesn’t need darkness. I don’t know if you noticed but Brooklyn is kinda heavy on the light pollution.” She looked over to where Bucky was still gripping the cutlery. “You’re turn. What are you guys doing here?”
“We’re hiding in plain sight,” Bucky grumbled, glaring at Steve. Steve glared back. Darcy suppressed a giggle.
A shout came from the kitchen for someone called Max, along with a loud clattering noise and another woman’s yelp, but it was Darcy that turned looked back.
“Okay, then, you boys eat those cakes. And if there’s anything else, you know where to find me,” she said, tapping the table by the cakes and then heading away to investigate the ruckus. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around that might be called Max.
Steve gingerly lifted his cupcake - with vanilla cream buttercream, and red and blue stars - off the napkin, revealing the address of Clint’s apartment building scribbled in swirling writing. At least their destination for tonight was sorted out, he thought.
@chiafun gave me a lokane prompt: They make a bet to date Jane.
My deepest apologies. I wrote something extremely silly.
here is your silly and thank you for the prompt. This is a High school AU, be warned.
Is it national arsehole day?
Whoever it was that had bumped into her had already disappeared down the hall leaving her to pick up her small mount of books and notes. Just one more year then it’s MIT or Harvard. Hopefully. If she can get a scholarship.
The sleeve of his bomber jacket is the first thing she sees and it’s enough to make her think she hallucinating. Thor jock-god-of-high-school Odinson has come to her rescue.
“Here. Let me help.” He seems softer than the other boys in school. His smile is kinder. That being said he has had his fair share of keg stands and parking lot brawls. Not to mention the string of broken hearts from those who fall for his golden locks and blue eyes.
He picks up a page of her notes and leans back as if he had forgotten his glasses. “So this is what real math looks like.”
“Morning.” You grumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you stumble into the kitchen.
“Good morning…You look tired.” Sam is already sitting at the table, laptop open, sipping coffee from a blue mug. He smiles, hazel eyes shining.
“Nah…Just need a cup…maybe a pot before I’m awake.” You pour yourself a cup, shuffling over to take the chair beside him but his arm hooks around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his one leg. You lean back against his chest, letting him hold you close, Sam’s large hand rubbing up and down your arm. You set your mug on the table before reaching up, kissing his pulse point. Sam smiles down at you, you reach up and cup his face, running your thumb over his jaw, “Sam, you need to shave.”
Hi, lovelies!! This is my first ever Thor fic, so any feedback is appreciated! I hope his voice translated over well. Also, this was written in honor of the most fabulous @buckyywiththegoodhair ‘s birthday!! Happy Day of Your Birth, my dear!! We love you!! (posted from the Avengers Trash Tower :D )
Characters: reader x Thor, Wanda, Tony (mentioned)
Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and Thor wants her to feel appreciated. :)
Warnings: none! Just fluffy fluff and stuff. :)
Tags at the end
“Awake, my dear,” rumbled the deep voice next to your ear, sending warmth throughout your body.
Rolling onto your back toward the source of the voice, you parted your lashes, testing the amount of light in the room before opening your eyes fully. Before you stood a literally God-like man standing next to the bed with a tray in his hands. In merely a t-shirt and sweats with his long blond hair tied back half way, he still looked like royalty. It seemed Thor had gotten up early to prepare breakfast, which was a surprise. He wasn’t known to be the domestic type.
You sat up to place a pillow against the headboard and scooted back against it, bringing the sheet up with you. Thor had only returned from Asgard last night after being gone almost a month, so the reunion between the two of you had been extensive and steamy. At the moment you were still unclothed, so the sheet was all that covered you.
“Today we celebrate the day of your birth, Lady Y/N! I brought you sustenance after the revelries of last night. Your favorite, if I recall.”
Thor placed the tray on your lap and the “making breakfast” part made more sense. Before you was a plate of slice fruit, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles with a daisy in a small vase next to it for a nice touch.
You smiled at the effort, “It’s perfect, Thor. Thank you.”
Tugging on the front of his shirt with one hand, you brought his face down for a kiss. Having only been dating muscled blond Asgardian for about 6 months, you weren’t sure if he would be on Earth today, let alone that he would remember such a trivial Midgardian custom. But of course, he has surprised you with his thoughtfulness.
“I though we could dine together tonight in your honor. Stark assisted me in reserving a table at a restaurant. I thought perhaps you might desire new apparel to wear for the occasion? Lady Maximoff has offered to accompany you this afternoon.”
Faking a pout, you asked, “You don’t want to go shopping with me, Thor?”
“Well…I fear my presence would be a distraction. Just as I would be distracted myself by your constant state of undress….”
You let out a laugh, “I was joking. I’d love to go with Wanda. But, you know…I’m currently in a state of undress, so…”
Thor chuckled, “Are you not hungry, my love?”
“Not for Cocoa Pebbles,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Mmm. Perhaps I could satisfy it,” said the blond, a sultry look in his eyes as he joined you again in bed.
Exiting the elevator back at the tower, you were exhausted from shopping and just wanted to drop your bags and rest. Wanda, however, was certain that there was one more shop you needed to visit where the perfect pair of earrings can be found. You resisted.
“It’s fine, Wanda! I’ve already got the dress and shoes. I’m sure I can find something suitable for tonight to dangle from my ears.”
“How about lunch? I’m starving. Let’s go out! I hear the cafe down the street has a wonderful…”
Wanda never got to finish her sentence, distracted by a whirring sound followed by a loud, booming yell coming from the kitchen. You were headed that way when Wanda grabbed your arm.
“No! It’s fine, Y/N! They are renovating, I’m sure. Don’t want to interfere…”
“Why are you acting so weird?” you asked as you freed yourself from her grasp and rounded the corner, then stopping in your tracks.
The scene before you was almost like a horror movie. A deep crimson red liquid was splattered all over the cupboards, the counter, the floor, everywhere. Standing in the middle of the mess was a tall, long-haired blond man wearing a frilly apron and holding a hand mixer, its beaters dripping the same crimson liquid.
“Lady Y/N! I did not expect you so soon.”
“I’m sorry, I tried,” spoke Wanda from behind you. Well, that explains her behavior. She was tasked with keeping you out of the tower.
“Thor, what are you doing? What are you wearing?!? What happened here?”
He set down the mixer on the counter casually and tugged at the apron around his waist.
“I thought I might surprise you with a dessert for tonight, but it has been proven problematic. This contraption is beyond me, it seems,” he said, pointing to the offending appliance.
You walked around the kitchen island and glanced into the bowl, dipping a finger in the batter before bringing it to your lips.
“Mmm. Red velvet?”
“Indeed. Another favorite, I recall.”
“It is. In cake form. Not so much dripping from the cupboards…” you joked.
“Yes, well. Perhaps there is enough batter for a small…”
“You’re sweet,” you interrupted with a peck on his lips, the sweet smell of sugar clinging to him. “Thank you. And I like the speckled beard. It’s a good look.”
Thor brought his hand to his face, attempting to wipe off the splatter of red but only succeeding in smearing it.
“That’s not gonna do it, babe. You’ll need a full-on shower to rid yourself of that red dye. Trust me, I know. You go, I’ll clean up here.”
“Y/N, I cannot allow you to…”
“It’s fine, I promise. Plus it’s best to get at it before the batter dries,” you clarified, shoving your domestically-challenged boyfriend in the direction of his room.
After an hour of scrubbing, the kitchen was finally spotless. Glancing at the clock, you realized you’d have to hustle to be ready for dinner. You rushed off to your room and hopped in the shower, sweaty from cleaning and the inevitable transfer of the red goo as well.
Twenty minutes before your reservation, there was a knock at your door. Upon opening, it revealed your handsome no-longer-speckled man in a well-fitting light grey suit. You didn’t even know they made suits to fit shoulders that wide and biceps that large. In his one hand he held a single rose, the other behind his back.
“Good evening, Lady Y/N. You look breathtaking.”
“Thank you, darling. You look ravishing yourself,” you replied while accepting the rose he offered, the subtle spice of his cologne reaching your nose.
He stepped into the room as you balanced against the bed to don your new heels. Thor brought his hidden hand forward, revealing a small cheesecake with a single lit candle in the middle.
“To apologize for my failed attempt this afternoon. Lady Maximoff assured me this would also be acceptable to you, although I do not know how a cake made of cheese can be palatable…”
You laughed, closing your eyes for a moment before leaning forward to blow out the candle.
“It’s perfect, Thor, thank you. And I do indeed love cheesecake. You’ll have to try it, you might be surprised by cake made of cheese.”
A grin graced his bearded face as he set down the dessert on your bedside table, then gathering your hands in his.
“Y/N, I care for you deeply. I find the time we are apart fills me with dread. Our time together has not been long, but I feel I must express that….I love you.”
Looking into his bright blue eyes, you felt your own fill with tears while a smile graced your lips.
“Thor Odinson, I love you, too.”
He brought you forward, hugging your body into him as a scorching kiss melded your lips to his. You were suddenly grateful for your new heels, as he didn’t have to bend down as much. You weaved your fingers into his blond locks as he had a hand on your lower back, with the other trailing even lower to your backside.
Finally coming up for air, he touched his forehead to yours, a blissful smile on each of your faces.
“Ooh! We better go. We’ll miss our reservation.”
“Fear not, my lady. I believe Stark has bought every table in the restaurant for some privacy. Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm.
You looped your arm through his, grabbing your purse with the other, “We shall.”
Waiting for the elevator to rise, Thor turned to you once more.
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
Thor didn’t understand the concept of birthday wishes, but if he did, you would tell him that all of yours had just come true.
Yay!! I hope that was a pretty good representation of Thor. This was a fun new challenge for me. :) Let me know what you think in replies, comments, asks, whatever!!
Also, I’m still tagging everyone in everything, so basically I only have a “tag forever list”. Let me know if you want to only be tagged in certain fics! I’ll do what I can. :)
Can you do a Thor x reader smut where the team walks in on giving Thor a blowjob in the conference room at the new avengers facility and shocked and surprised because they never imagined them hooking up mainly because reader is painfully shy and Thor is really loud
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader
Author notes: (Y/N) is your name.
You looked over your shoulder, checking that you were
not being followed by anyone; and as soon as you grabbed the door handle to
open it, a big, warm hand pulled you inside the room.
The man expecting you there also pulled you closer to
his body and with his weigh he closed the door behind you. His blue eyes seemed
to undress you in his mind and you bit your lip in anticipation; expecting
anything from that man.
“I missed you a lot (Y/N)” The blond man purred
against your lips. “I missed you too, babe” You whispered.
He roughly crashed his mouth against yours; showing
you that the actually meant what he said. His hands tightly grabbed your waist
and slowly roamed down to grab your butt. Then, out of a sudden, he held your
hands and pinned them against the cold surface.
“We’re gonna get caught” You warned in between moans
as he had you pinned to the door of the meeting room at the Avengers’
facilities. “Isn’t that a turn on?” Thor replied, biting and
licking the sensitive and perhaps bruised skin of your neck.
You two had been seeing the other in secret for around
5 months. People often thought you didn’t like him at all because he was
gloriously loud and you were described as ‘painfully
shy’ by the records existing in the team and everybody in general.
He pressed his enormous body against yours and
attacked your lips once again with everything he could; teeth included. His
pelvis rubbed against your wet core as one of his hands slowly let go of you to
grab your thigh tightly and make you jump to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Thor, we’re really gonna get caught” You whimpered as
his teeth met the skin over your collarbones “Oh, god… yeah”
He sat you on the table and his bug hands kneaded your
breasts from over your shirt; you tried to focus on unmaking his belt until you
managed to accomplish the task. You rested your elbows behind you and spread
your legs wide to make him adjust over you but he had some other plans in mind.
“You know you owe me a little something, right?” He
said, placing his hands on his hips, and you immediately lifted your torso and
swung your feet. “Do I?” You teased “Really?” “No, but you can do it and I’ll return you the favor
later” Thor took a step to you and reached out his hand to hold your and make
you jump off the table. “And what are you thinking of, big guy?” “I don’t know” He grabbed a seat and adjusted himself
in it “You can just do whatever you want to me. My belt is loose, just so you
know” He teased. “You are one dirty motherfucker…” You bit your lip and
straddled on top of him.
Your lips searched for his neck as you slightly and
slowly rolled your hips back and forth on his growing erection. You bit and
sucked his skin, trying to leave as many hickeys as you possibly could; then,
you stood up again and sank to your knees and he lifted his hips just a little
to help you with uncovering his bulge.
Although not being the first time you saw it; you were
always amazed by its size. The god of thunder was anything but disappointing in
that matter. He sighed when your hand met his shaft; pumping up and down just
to get you two in the mood was perfect. He threw his head back with a grunt as
your motions became faster and steadier and pre-cum made its appearance to help
you get him more lubricated.
You gave him one last slow stroke before your lips
kissed his sensitive tip. A choked sound came from his throat as you gently bobbed
your head down his member.
“Damn…” He heavily breathed.
You twisted your grip on his manhood and hollowed your
cheeks as you made contact with his bright blue eyes. He writhed and twitched
with every change on your pace or when your teeth gently sank on his skin.
He cupped your face in his big hands and helped you
deep-throat him until you involuntary gag reflex appeared with a loud sound
that made him even more turned on than what he already was. His breath hitched
uncontrollably as he mumbled some dirty words.
“You like his, don’t you?” You asked, swirling your
tongue around him “You’re really enjoying this…” Your voice was more like a
purr “ “You can’t even imagine…” He husked “D-Don’t stop” He stuttered
when your pumping became faster “I’m…”
With your free hand you pulled down your tank top and
unmade your bra. The pumping was being helped by your mouth as his thick shaft trembled
as his thick sperm dripped from your mouth. You wanted to ride him throughout
out his orgasm when you both heard someone grabbing the door knob and opening
the door to find you two, in a very compromising position.
“And as I was telling you…” Maria cut herself off as
she looked at the scene “Well, this is awkward. What in heaven are you doing
here?” “We interrupted them” Clint held back his laughter pursing
his lips “Come on, Hill; we better leave them alone” “No!” She complained “This is a completely respectable
room in the facility! Don’t you guys have your own rooms?” “We do…” Thor started while you composed yourself “But…
We were in a hurry” “We figured that out by ourselves” Natasha teased “Dirty
whore!” She pointed at you with a wide grin “Clean yourself!” You collected the
drops that fell from the corner of your lips with your finger and seductively licked it while
you looked at Thor “Since when are you two together, as far as I’m concerned
you two are the most opposite thing is the universe!” “Yeah, (Y/N)” Maria agreed “If it wasn’t because you
say a few words every year I would’ve thought you were mute, and you Thor… Well
let’s say you’re not the quiet kind” “We’ve been together for a few months” Thor said,
kissing your temple. “Oh yeah, face kisses after a blowjob are so typical
of men” Natasha joked “Come on, real kiss! If not, we’re not gonna believe you’re
together!” “Why do I even have to prove anything to you?” You
Thor grabbed your hand as he ungently pressed your
lips against yours. His tongue intruded into your mouth and the few Avengers
there all frowned and mumbled sounds of disgust.
The phone call you had just finished left you feeling both
excited and uneasy, but you knew that if this worked, it would be an experience
that you would never forget. You had
been filling in for Maria for the past week, and she said that you had full
authority to make decisions in her place, so you felt no apprehension in
running with this intriguing opportunity for the team.
“Guys, before you say ‘no’, hear me out,” you began, joining
the team in the conference room as they prepared for a mission that would start
later in the day. They looked up at you
with anticipation, but became apprehensive from your extreme enthusiasm. “I think this could be really fun, and there’s
hasn’t been enough of that around here lately.”
You all but skipped with giddiness over to Steve and sat on his lap,
smiling back at his look of intrigue at what could have you so energized.
“You’re being weird,” Tony said with a squinted look at you,
waiting anxiously for whatever you were going to make him do this time. “I don’t like it.”
“This isn’t another one of those costume parties is it? I will not dress as a Disney princess again,”
Thor agreed. “I was unable to remove the
glitter from my hair for nearly a week.”
“But you were a gorgeous Rapunzel,” Clint added.
“Guys, listen,” you interrupted, “a marketing guy from
Marvel just called me.” The group looked
at you blankly, not impressed by the name drop.
“They want to meet you! Your
actors want to meet you! They’re doing
promotion for the next movie that they just finished, and thought this would be
a genius idea.”
Tony shifted uncomfortably in his seat slightly, glancing
over at Steve with hesitation, “which movie?”
“Yes, that one,” you huffed, “about the hissy fit you boys
were having. And let me just say, I can’t
wait to see that played out again. Because it was so much fun living through it.”
“My character will not be in that movie,” Thor whispered to
“Don’t worry, neither will mine,” Bruce added, putting a supportive
hand on the god’s shoulder. “So, do they
want all of us, or…?”
“Yep, they want the whole team. I think they want to show a unified group
before their marketing team starts the big push.” You turned to look at Steve with a
disapproving expression, and then to Tony, “they’re telling fans to choose a
side. I hope you’re proud of yourselves.”
When the team arrived at the studio it was chaos, with fans
of both the actors and the team all gathered at the entrance gate. Steve reached over and took your hand with a
small squeeze, watching out the window of the bus anxiously. “I’ve already met Chris, remember? He’s taking me to Christopher’s Haven in
Boston next month. Do I really have to
“Wow, you two really are more alike than you realize. And yes, you do.”
The bus shook a few times, slowly rolling over several speed
bumps that lined the lot before it came to a stop. Tony stood first, quickly moving to the front
to be the first out the door. The driver
turned back to look for you before allowing the door to open, knowing that you
were the lead today, and not the man who now wouldn’t stop staring at him.
“Tony, sit. I need to
go out first and make sure things are in order.” You tried not to smile at the sad face he was
giving you, not buying into the small pout on his lips.
“There they are,” Bruce announced, pointing to where the
group of actors were taking their seats; a long table under a tent only a few
feet away, with the entire area around it surrounded by reporters, cameras, and
fans barricaded into a holding area off to the side. “Is anyone else nervous?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“I might actually throw up.”
“Hey, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes,” you snickered, “maybe pull
it together, yeah?” You stepped out to
talk to the coordinator for the actor group, formalizing how the discussion
would go and how much time would be allowed.
When it had all been solidified, you gave a small wave back to the group
and watched as they filed slowly from the vehicle. Steve hesitated slightly when the crowd
screamed his name at the sight of him, but Tony accepted the attention
willingly, waving enthusiastically as he passed by.
“Okay, guys,” you directed, “take your seats by your
actor. We’re doing a really quick
Q&A, then signing some autographs before you all get a few minutes to have
a more casual meeting. Just be on your
best behavior for about two hours please.”
Each Avenger was very gracious, giving small waves to the
fans as they sat down, then turning to shake the hand of their
counterparts. Wanda was the most open,
hugging Elizabeth excitedly and showering her with compliments about her choice
in clothing, her jewelry, and her portrayal in the last movie. Elizabeth gave Wanda her condolences at the
loss of Pietro, and offered another hug when the conversation had turned
serious. The two of them seemed to get
along immediately and it appeared that they were becoming instant friends.
“Excuse me, everyone, if we could have your attention
please? Let’s get started,” the
moderator announced, “we have questions from your fans first.”
A small boy of about only five-years-old sheepishly stepped
up to the microphone but was too short to reach it properly. Clint jumped up and rushed over to him,
kneeling down to lift him onto his shoulders so that the microphone was at his
lips. The little boy squealed and his
face lit up, now almost too nervous to ask his question. “Um, oh my gosh, um…my question is for…Sam.”
“Hey, little buddy,” Sam smiled, “how’s it going?”
“I’m good,” he laughed, jostling slightly when Clint
chuckled beneath him. “Um, so, are you
sad that Bucky is Cap’s best friend again instead of you?”
Your eyes met Steve’s when you heard him let out a small
gasp, hoping he would stay quiet, knowing that Sam could handle this much
better than he could. Bucky didn’t seem
phased at all, though Sebastian was clearly taking it the worst. “That kid goes hard,” he whispered nervously to
the soldier, his eyes wide with shock, “starting us out heavy, huh?”
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, eagerly looking down the table at Sam,
“but I want to hear his answer.”
Anthony leaned back in his chair with a wide smile, laughing
at the bravery of such a small kid. “Wow,
my man, you haven’t even seen the movie yet,” he smirked with a shake of his
head, looking at Sam for the reply.
“Well, I think that it’s really good for Cap to have all the
friends that he wants. He spent a few
years kind of by himself, without Bucky, so as his friend I’m happy for him to
have him back, you know?” He leaned
forward to look down the table at Barnes with a nod, “whichever one of us is
actually his best friend isn’t too important.”
“Except that it’s me,” Bucky laughed, inciting a loud response
from the fans next to them.
“I am also a close friend,” Thor interjected.
“So was I,” Tony sighed.
“Seriously? Not now,
Stark,” Steve groaned. He cleared his
throat and leaned into the microphone, opening his mouth to speak, but closing
it again for a few seconds to consider what he wanted to say. “Sam’s right.
It doesn’t matter who’s the best
friend. I’m thankful for all of them.”
You glanced between Tony and Steve, knowing that each of
them felt the importance of the moment.
When the next question was announced for Tony, Robert leaned forward to
answer before he had the chance. “I
swear, the next time that the first question isn’t directed towards me, I will
get up and walk out,” he chuckled, reaching over to slap Tony on the back. “What the hell, Stark? I’m shocked that you didn’t say it first.”
“Me too,” he sighed. “So,
what’s the question? Hit me.”
A young woman with long blonde hair and a dress that was far
too tight had taken the microphone this time, and when Tony wouldn’t stop
staring, you positioned yourself behind her so he would see you, pointing a
warning at him to stop. “Mr. Stark,” she
began politely, “do you think that Mr. Downey portrays you well in the Iron Man
films? And have you seen any of his
“I think he does a fantastic job of portraying an intellectually
complex and dynamic character such as myself.”
“Well, I am quite
an impressive actor.”
“But,” Tony continued, “I have to admit that I enjoyed
Cumberbatch’s version of Sherlock much more.
“Oh, shit,” you whispered to yourself, scolding Tony with
your eyes. “Move to the next question,”
you said quietly to the moderator, but it was too late.
Robert choked, “I’m sorry, I guess I downplayed it to be sure that you didn’t
Evans opened up and laughed out loud, reaching over and unconsciously grabbing the left side of Steve’s chest for support. “Oh,
man, not cool,” he gasped, “he could totally kick your ass! You need to watch what you say. I would never say shit like that to Steve.”
“Okay, next question,” you finally interrupted, leaning down
to the moderator’s microphone when they didn’t move fast enough for you. He gave you a warning glance and pulled it
back, but agreed that it was time to move forward. Questions came in for Clint, Scarlett, Don,
Vision, and Thor, leaving one more question before the break for autographs. A young woman stepped up to the microphone,
clearing the nerves from her voice before finally speaking.
“My question is for Natasha, if that’s okay?”
“Absolutely, go ahead,” Nat nodded.
“Thanks. First of
all, I’m a huge fan. Of you and
Scarlett.” The girl shuffled her feet a
few times, looking down until she built up her confidence to speak again. “In the Ultron movie, they said that you
couldn’t have kids. I can’t either, and
I’m wondering how you deal with that.”
The crowd had gone completely silent at the question, making
the woman even more uncomfortable, which Natasha picked up on immediately. Scarlett put her hand on Nat’s arm and leaned
in close to whisper, but it was too quiet for you to hear. Nat nodded her head a few times, then turned
to deliver her answer to the young fan. “I’m
sorry that you have this situation weighing on you. Are you okay?”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no.”
“More than anything else, there’s one thing that I want you
to remember, okay? Sometimes I’m the
same way as you; I’m okay one minute and then I’m not in the next. I’m no less of a woman because of it, and I’m
strong, but I also allow it to hurt. I
feel it and I accept it, but it doesn’t define me. It doesn’t define you, alright? You are still whole.”
The crowd erupted into applause for Natasha, including the
panel of Avengers and actors around her.
You could see in her face that the attention surprised her and made her
increasingly uncomfortable until Scarlett stood and pulled her up into a firm
hug, again speaking to her quietly.
Natasha released her and walked around the table towards the woman,
grabbing her hand and pulling her close to share a private thought until the
moderator called for the breakaway into the autograph session.
You kept your distance, with your focus on Steve and how he
was doing under the public attention that he was reluctant to be a part
of. The ordeal of fighting with Tony and
having the team split apart for so long had taken a toll on him, and he worried
that the citizens who relied on him would no longer trust his judgment or his
actions. You could see that he was
relaxing with each interaction and that he was realizing that his worries weren’t
as justified as he thought.
“Okay, everyone,” you called out, “it’s time to head inside.”
A few boos were heard from the crowd when not everyone
received an autograph, but the group followed as they were told; each pairing
of Avenger and actor quickly splitting into their own private discussions.
“It is truly amazing how similar our voices are,” Vision
said to Paul. “If it troubles you to
sound so alike, I’m sure that I could take on another tone easily.”
“No, it’s fine, really,” the actor reassured him, “I find it
quite an honor, to be truthful.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Hemsworth trying
with all his might to lift Mjolnir, making enough noise and commotion to
eventually get the attention of the rest of the group. “So let me get this straight, I’m worthy
enough to play you in the movies, but I can’t really lift this thing? How does that work?”
“I am truly sorry, but it is not my choice. If it were, I would readily allow it.”
Clint strolled casually up to Chris and slapped a firm
reassurance to his shoulder, “hey, man, I couldn’t do it either, don’t feel
bad. None of us could, just like you
guys showed in the last movie. That was
“Are you serious?” Jeremy laughed, “Man, that sucks. I was really rooting for you, Hawk.” He took a long drink from his glass, smiling
widely when he pulled it away, “I think we’re pretty damn worthy, if you ask
“Honestly, I was totally shocked that you couldn’t lift it,
Bruce,” Mark whispered to him as they stood on the sidelines away from the
growing group around the hammer. “I know
you don’t think so, but you’re worthy as far as I’m concerned.”
Bruce’s mouth hung agape at Mark’s words, hearing them but
not allowing himself to believe it. No
matter who said them, he would never believe.
“That’s a nice sentiment, thank you.
I appreciate it, really, but I am far from worthy.”
“Nah, give yourself some credit. I would never have agreed to portray you if I
didn’t believe it myself.”
When the meeting had ended and was deemed a success, there
were phone numbers exchanged and future meetings set up, intermingling the two
groups into something that neither side had anticipated. Avengers were meeting families, actors were
setting up tours of the tower, and you were sitting back watching it all play
out. The team began to file back onto
the bus to get back to the jet and the actors were gathering in the studio to
say their own goodbyes while you were tying up the final loose ends with your
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Evans yelled from across the parking lot, jogging
towards you. You said your final thanks
to the rep and turned to face him as he approached. Since your meeting at the children’s hospital
several months ago, you had come to know him a little better, but it would
always shock you how much he and Steve were alike. “Hey, before you go, I just wanted to say
thanks for this, everyone had a great time.”
“So did we,” you replied with a smile, reaching out to shake
his hand, “we’ll have to do something again soon. Something a little less official.”
He took your hand and brought it to his lips, and you felt
your face begin to feel heat rising in it.
“I can’t wait,” he mumbled quietly.
You jumped back to attention when Steve’s hand slid around
your waist, pulling you tightly to his side so that your hand dropped away from
Chris’ grip. “Chris, I’ll see you next
month, then?” His voice carried a deep
tone, and you knew that jealous Steve was making an appearance. He knew that you actually enjoyed this side
of him and was taking full advantage of the opportunity.
“Yes, sir. Next
month,” Chris replied nervously. “(Y/N),
good night. Thanks again.” He lowered his gaze and shoved his hands deep
into his pockets and turned away, returning to his own group so quickly that
you knew how much Steve really intimidated him.
“Steven Rogers, that was rude. He wasn’t doing anything.”
“Oh, I know,” he chuckled, “he’s a great kid. But he reminds me too much of myself, and
sweetheart, that means nothing but trouble.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
His eyes grew dark as he looked at you, though a small smile
was beginning to curl at the corners of his mouth. He spun quickly and wrapped his arm around
your waist, throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed, trying to wiggle
away uselessly against his strength as he carried you onto the bus full of
“It means that one of us is all the trouble you can handle,
Astrid opens heavy eyes to find herself lying on the floor. Red, silver, blue, and black balloons floating around or against the ceiling. Empty red cups and cake leftovers filled every visible table or corner. Confetti strings scattered all around the floors and furniture.
The hell happened last night?
Astrid's head turns to find Hiccup lying next to her. Shirtless.
Hiccup frowns and moans in discomfort as he slams a hand on his face and runs it back through his hair. Finally opens eyes, pushes himself up by the elbows and looks around.
Looks like a tornado took over.
Why are you shirtless?
Why are you wearing my shirt?
Astrid sits up and realizes she was wearing Hiccup's shirt. Peeking under it, she only saw her bra and jeans.
Where is my blouse?!
Don't ask me, I can barely remember how we got here.
Ruffnut(groans from under the dining table):
Would you two keep it down?
Tuffnut(growls from the kitchen floor):
Ugh, I feel like someone stuck something up my ass. Can't feel my limbs.
Snotlout(giggles from the couch):
Best. Party. Ever. Seriously we need to repeat this. Especially that game we played with the bottle, what was it? Spin the bottle? Yeah, that one.
Hiccup(gulps down whatever is in his stomach that wants to come back out):
This is bad...
Fishlegs(coming down from the stairs. Sober):
Very. You all need a cold shower and lots of broth to clear up your thoughts.
Hiccup(points at him):
You look like you remember every detail. Speak up.
Please tell me Hiccup and I didn't.......you know.
Arg, for Thor's sake tell us we didn't have sex at the party!!!
Astrid and Hiccup sigh in relief at the same time.
Then why am I wearing his shirt?
You were upset because of something I'm not so quite sure of and drank excessively.
Ah, now I think I remember... You stained your blouse with vomit so I gave you mine.
Exactly. Oh, and Astrid? Your dad's been calling you nonstop.
Ugh, daddy's going to kill me...I'm out of here.
Wait, take me with you.
First we have to get you a jacket or something. You're not going anywhere like that, Hiccup.
Where are you going to get a jacket from?
Astrid, I'm fine. Really.
Hiccup, it's cold outside.
But we're just ten minutes from my house.
Not a chance.
After searching through Snotlout's closet for a nice jacket, Astrid went back down to meet Hiccup at the front porch and offered to slide the jacket up his arms.
Oh dear. Loki done fucked up again. I’ve left this on a cliffhanger so I’m open to the idea of a Part 2 but I’ll need ideas. As much as I enjoy elongating stories, I need your guys’ help if you want me to add to them. Thanks to @deandoctorharryandsherlock for the request.
I have a request for a LokixReader, so here
goes. Can you do something where Loki is in his cell on Asgard and the reader
wants to break him out. I know this is kinda vague, so just so whatever you
want! Thanks! Love your writing!
Loki paced the floor with his hands behind his back. He
could escape if he wanted to – that’s what he told himself. He could escape if
he wanted to, so it was only logical that he didn’t want to.
It had nothing to do with the fact every plan he made, every
circumstance in which he freed himself, Thor got in the way. Thor always
brought him to justice, back to his cell. So for now, he waited. Waited for the
inevitable, for his little traps to bring about a reason that Thor should
release him of his own accord. This assurance did nothing to alleviate the
duration of his sentence.
The burden of waiting was worsened by the severe lack of
company. Aside from his mother who visited her “son” once a week, he rarely
He so rarely had company that he was genuinely surprised to
see you standing outside of his cell. What a strange turn of events!
“Decades of desertion and finally she visits.”
*SEND REQUESTS* Loki Imagine: Fight It Out Words: 1K Masterlist: x
(I didn’t use Loki’s actual past for this, I just made it all up)
You were a young child when you parents back on asgard were desperate to give you away, nobody had seen anything like you before. You could control the four elements, well I say control, they controlled you. You would wake up to find all the possible items in your room completely frozen, and there was nothing you could do about it. There would be random moments throughout the day where you would shoot a fireball at another toddler, or make small tornados when you were upset, and frankly your parents could not cope at all. You had never once hated them for this decision as without it today not only would you still have been completely controlled by your power but also you would not have met Loki. And that is something that you could not imagine.
This is in honor of @marvelingatthewonder birthday!! Amberly, you are one of the sweetest people I’ve come to meet on here and I’m so glad and honored to call you my friend. You are so lovely and have such a great heart. I adore you and I love you!! Happy Birthday!
The line was packed. You couldn’t even see where the end of the line was. It was cold and snowy. The temperature was supposed to drop even more in the next few hours but that didn’t stop you from wanting to be one of the first to enter the store.
“I don’t understand all of this excitement to enter a store.” Thor spoke beside you.
You looked at him, “It’s Black Friday. There are sales going on that only happen this one day of the year. It’s going to be insane in there Thor, and I need to know that you’re going to be able to handle it.”
NOTES : Right, so I wasn’t planning this, but it came to me, and well, I love angst, so sorry, not really sorry :) Also, in the future I will be posting a One Shot of Loki and ‘Girlie’s’ first night together in the near future, it will have an NSFW tag, this is being done on request by the lovely SigridLaufeyson.
Loki looked at his reflection in the mirror, not able to stop thinking about what you said, how you regretted it, and in turn, regretting how much you loved him. He felt conflicted, you had said you would still have done it, regardless of whether you had known before or not, but then you went on to say you would regret it anyway, leaving him utterly confused.
He turned when he heard the door opening again, hoping against hope you were there, but his hope died quickly when Wilhelm walked in. “Dare I ask?” Wilhelm walked over to his friend.