Pairing: Dad!Thor x Female Reader
Warnings: Domestic fluff, bedtime chaos, family softness
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles connected to this
Prompt: June 11th - “Tell you a story.”
Bedtime had become a battlefield. A soft one, admittedly, littered with blankets instead of shields and stuffed animals instead of sword... But a battlefield all the same.
Your youngest had already surrendered, warm and milk-heavy against your shoulder, one fist curled in your shirt as you rocked him near the nursery door. The older two, however, had formed an alliance.
A dangerous one.
They sat cross-legged on the rug steadfast in their choice: your daughter with her arms folded, your son wearing the solemn expression of a prince wronged by unjust law.
Thor stood before them, hair loose around his shoulders, taking the matter with the gravity of treaty work.
“No bed,” your daughter announced firmly.
“Not tired,” your son added, immediately yawning.
“I see,” Thor’s brows lifted. “Then we must negotiate.”
That got their attention.
He lowered himself onto the rug with a quiet groan, far too large for the little room and yet somehow perfectly at home in it. Both children leaned forward, suspicious but interested.
“One drink of honeyed milk,” he said, holding up a finger. “One final check beneath the bed for monsters, though any monster with sense would fear your mother more than me.”
Your daughter giggled.
“And,” Thor continued, voice dropping, “I shall tell you a story.”
Your son narrowed his eyes. “A big one?”
“A mighty one.” Thor nodded
“With dragons?”
“Several.” You smiled wider listening.
“With me in it?” Your son inquired.
“You shall be leading the charge.”
Your daughter pointed at herself. “And me?”
Thor pressed a hand to his heart. “My fiercest general.”
They considered.
Then, together, they nodded.
Thor looked up at you, victorious and helplessly proud.
Five minutes later, both children were tucked beneath blankets, eyes wide as Thor whispered of dragons who feared bedtime most of all.
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hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!
Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader
Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.
Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy
Age: 17 turning 18
Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.
A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^
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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.
"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.
"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.
"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.
You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.
"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"
You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.
You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise
"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you
"are you okay, angel?"
"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.
"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.
You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.
"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.
"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.
Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.
You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.
Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears
You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"
Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"
"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.
He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek
"I missed you so much, baby..."
"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.
You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.
None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.
Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.
He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more
"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both
Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"
Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are
You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words
"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"
18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday
Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle
Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.
"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped
"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh
You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"
"And?"
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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol
Warnings: Pregnancy mentioned, fluff, just sweet Thor tbh
Words: 338
Author’s Note: I had this spinning around my head for a while, and finally was able to edit it to something I’m not completely embarrassed by 😅 I’m debating a few different options for Thor and his Lovvie, but this was something that was set in my heart from early on. He absolutely would have dived head first into creating their cribs/cradles
Headcannon from First There Was Love... series & Masterlist ❤️
Of course the God of Fertility would want to plan his own children’s nursery.
He would end up out in the woods finding the perfect tree to make a cradle for each.
Only the best for tiny Thors.
He’d get so invested in it, Y/N would find him scouring YouTube and Etsy.
Sketching his grand designs.
The nursery would ABSOLUTELY be off limits to Y/N.
Issa surprise.
Thor DID let Tony install tech on the door to restrict said nosy Y/N.
There are bangs, drills, saws, curses, and a few claps of thunder.
But when Thor finally tells Y/N it’s ready, he’s giddy with excitement.
Thor chuckles, “Are your eyes closed?? Are you sure?” while he walks awkwardly behind Y/N holding his hands over her eyes
And then he finally lets her see...
The nursery looks like a little forest grove.
Soft creams and pale greens adorn the walls, with magical trees growing from the corners.
Centered in the room, with gauzy white chiffon gathered around the pair, were two handmade cradles. They carried carvings, one on each to mirror each other of their grandfather’s ravens; Huginn and Muninn. Their wings arched along the head of the cradles, as if to embrace the babe that would be dreaming there.
Hanging above the heads of each cradle were beautiful sparkling crystal likenesses of Mjolnir, miniature light catchers that when the sun hit them, made rainbows stretch across the sky blue bedding.
Y/n smiled, running her finger over the familiar fabric as Thor’s arms wrapped around her from behind to gently hold her heavy belly as she leaned against him.
“Your mother’s cape?” She asks with tears teasing the corners of her eyes.
He hummed softly in response, only making her heart ache understanding he wanted his mother to be able to hold them, even if just for a while...
Gentle kicks against Thor’s palm told him that the two souls who resided in his love were soon going to be filling these cradles, and filling both his and Y/N’s hearts.
Can you write what type of dad thor could he when he wasn't drunk and under odin's abuse. We never really got to see him be a father to thrud during those three years so if you have any head cannons or anything please do so!:)
I LOVE THIS - prefacing by saying this is how I picture Thor as a dad had he not had Odin’s influence
Thor as a *good* dad minus Odin’s influence.
- This man ADORES his babies. I mean would do anything for his kiddos
- You hear his thunderous laugh in the Great Lodge before he boulders on in with Magni hanging off one arm, Modi hanging off the other and tiny Thrud draped round his neck like a child cape
- He’s the dad that laughs hysterically and points when his boys are rough housing
- They touch Thrud though or she so much as let’s out an “Ow” best believe he’s picking up Magni and Modi by the ears and putting them in time out even though he knows damn well Thrud would put them on their arse in so much as a blink of an eye
- Bath time comes around, you just know he’s pretending to be a *non harmful* Dreki flailing around, water everywhere, dramatically flopping around once his kids have “bested the beast”
- Teaches his kiddos the best way to take down monsters. Thor’s bubbas aren’t scared of monsters. Nope, monsters are scared of Thor’s offspring
- I can see the maids and servants of the lodge just being all “not it” when they know it’s time to clean up the carnage of play time
- makes them mini wooden weapons so they can play pretend and be like daddy
- as they get older, teaches them discipline, how to be great warriors but also be humble. They may be gods/Demi gods but even gods need to know how to protect themselves and their family.
- With Thrud though, let’s face it, whatever his little princess wants? She gets. End of
- if they fail, he teaches them how to over come those failings and be better.
- will let Thrud braid his hair and beard and you just know he rocks those mismatched uneven braids with PRIDE because his baby made them
- When they are of age, teaches them how to “woo” partners by saying shit like “when I first met your mother, I took down many foes to show her how strong I am”. Sif’s there like “yeah… sure you did” when truth be told, it was more than likely Sif that took them on because man’s was just in awe
- Anyone so much as looks at Thrud though, he’s reaching for Miljonir
- one tradition that he sticks to no matter how old they get? Telling stories by the fire. When the kiddos are young, many wooden horses were carved, sat on furs, drinking hot honey while he’s carving and telling them the most outlandish versions of his adventures, one kiddo curled up on either side of his lap and one in the middle. It would be nothing but warmth from the flames and so many choruses of laughter coming from him, Sif and his bubbas until the laughter is replaced by soft, even breathing as he looks down and each one of them are fast asleep.
- Him and Sif slowly bend down and pick up each child, Thor carrying two, Sif carrying one, careful not to disturb their slumber as their taken to their beds
- This carries on well into the kids being grown. The carvings may have changed from horses but the laughter and love and warmth is still there
Idk what yall were on about saying Thor love and thunder was trash. I liked it. It was fun and I think it dealt with death and loss beautifully. Also we got dad!Thor at the end...LIKE WHATS THE PROBLEM??
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March drabble challenge <3 • Thor Odinson and Astrid Thorsdottir Danvers • Earth 202 • General: No warnings
Thor had always loved the wind. When he had been small, before he'd ever held Mjölnir in his hand, he used to climb to the top of one of the palace's spires on particularly blustery days and lean in to it, arms outstretched, letting the power of the wind suspend him.
It had felt like flying, he had thought. Of course one day, when he was grown, he'd come to learn he'd been right.
He had never been caught in the game. Not by his brother, nor his mother, nor his father. It was a practice he'd simply outgrown; what point was there in merely leaning into the strong winds of Asgard when one could leap bodily amongst them?
So when Astrid, not yet four years old, had gone missing one fine spring morning, Thor was the only one who thought of the spires. And he wasn't surprised to find himself right.
The stairs up the great stone spire - which lead to an astronomy tower filled with instruments old even by Asgardian standards - were narrow and sway backed with age, the ancient stone worn down by generation upon generation of feet. Thor, broad and tall as he now was, did not bother with them, electing instead to fly to the top, wreathed in lightning and trailing thunder.
Astrid was bolder than even he had been, fearless and so far out over the edge suspended by her toes that even he who had done this very thing felt his heart skip a beat when he beheld her. He fought the urge to rush to her, to scoop her into his arms and away from that tremendous drop. It was not high enough to kill - he didn't know if such a height existed for them - but certainly high enough to wound.
She opened her eyes before he had a chance to do much of anything at all, glowing and grinning when she saw her with a delighted yelp. "Big Guy! Hi!" She stepped back from the precipice and Thor released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Astrid's speech still held a little of the roundness of infancy, but it was fading fast; she called him Dad more often than Big Guy now, and grew more independent and wily by the day it seemed to him. So when Thor landed softly beside her on the spire, and Astrid immediately threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a big kiss on his cheek, Thor takes his time in holding her to him.
"Did you see me? I can see everything from here. Even more than Heimdall. I think so." The words erupted in a burst with barely enough time for Thor to respond with the quirk of a brow - let alone actual words.
"I did see you—"
"I think I will come here all the time when I'm big like you. It will be easier when I'm more bigger, and then the steps won't take so long." She beamed, and Thor ruffled her hair, his hand huge against her unruly head.
"I think when you are grown, you will have better ways to see all of Asgard than climbing the spires," Thor chuckled, straightening Astrid's scarf so it sat just so about her shoulders. His own cloak bellied out in the wind, streaming behind him in a streak of crimson.
Astrid's grubby hands came to her cheeks, her teeth bared as she giggled in excitement that wasn't contained at all. "Flying?" She half-laughed, half-yelled at her father, bouncing a little as she did. "Are we going flying?"
Smiling, Thor kissed her forehead and nodded, walking backwards towards the edge of the spire once more, Astrid still in his arms. The girl gave a wild giggle and another squirm, though she tried to quiet herself.
"I think you are almost big enough to learn. You have the ability, Starlight. And certainly you have the courage."
Still bouncing in his arms, Astrid gripped Thor's shoulders and craned her neck to look down, past the solid mass of her father and down, down, down to the ground. To the palace, the city, the bifröst beyond. To space, in all its sprawling beauty. "Now, Big Guy! Let's go fast! Dad, so fast. I want to go so, so fast."
Thor laughed as he stepped backwards onto nothing, holding the girl in the safety of his arms. Lessons could wait. His daughter wanted to play.
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Astrid fics are always lovingly dedicated to her co-creators, @chimerrobang and @robb-stark <3
This is a continuation of the AU from the Cheater Part 3 of my Mischievous Life series.
Read the Mischievous Life series here!
Thor stepped away from you – falling back onto the chair in the corner of his room. Hesitantly, you pushed yourself up from the bed – still coughing to catch your breath. For the first time, you felt fear when you looked at the God of Thunder, even though his eyes were immediately filled with remorse for his violent lashing out.
"How?" Thor mumbled as he tried to keep his voice under control.
You kept your distance from him. "Loki sensed it," you confessed. "Then I came to find you."
Thor scoffed. "You sure it's mine?"
"Seriously?" you snapped.
The larger god got up and started towards you once more, and you backed your way up to the door. "Well, after what I walked in on, how am I supposed to know?!"
You shook your head and chuckled in disbelief. "I don't even know why I told you," you say softly – reaching for the door handle. "I came here to talk like adults, but you're incapable of doing so, so as far as I care...stay out of our lives."
"Do you really believe that my brother...the God of Lies and Mischief...is going to take care of you?" Thor chuckled. "You have a rude awakening coming if you think he's capable of loving another being...especially one that isn't his."
"Then it'll be the second one I've gotten," you said plainly – refusing to let him have the last word before walking out of the door and slamming it behind you.
With tears falling from your eyes, you speed-walked – wanting to get back to Loki instantly. Luckily, as you turned the corner, Loki walked right into you – startling you for a moment.
"Loki," you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around the god's neck – taking the opportunity to break down in his arms that held you gently. The two of you were enveloped in green smoke, and then you found yourself sitting next to him on his large bed – his soft fingers wiping your tears from your eyes.
"It's okay, my dear," Loki soothed you. "You don't need him."
You shook your head and tried to blink the tears away. "What am I supposed to do?"
Loki hesitantly turned to face you, and you could see the gears turning in his head. "Listen...I know...I know that you don't trust anyone right now, and that's perfectly understandable," Loki sighed. "But I would be honored to be your partner and help you raise this little one you carry...raise him or her as my own."
You searched the younger god's eyes – looking for some hint of trickery or lies, but all you managed to find was devotion, admiration, and honesty. One thing that no one ever seems to realize is that yes, Loki is the God of Lies, but he makes you face the lies you tell yourself – he won't let you get away with avoiding the things you are truly passionate about. Without another word, you straddled Loki's lap, and he watched in shock and pleasure as your hands tangled in his hair – pulling his lips to yours. His hands found their way to your thighs, and the feeling of his hands on your skin light a fire in your core – your need and desire for him growing out of control. Loki gently took control, and he rolled you over so that you were on your back in the middle of the bed. He wasted no time in removing your clothes – desiring to have your body properly in his hands – using extreme care around your growing womb.
Loki's kisses set your skin aflame, and he took his time in creating a trail starting from your feet and going up to your lips – moaning at your taste that he was all but happy to have for himself. You moaned loudly when you felt his soft, long fingers separate your lower folds and softly stroke your clit. He made his way back down your body, and he took your now-soaked pussy in his mouth – sucking and nibbling at your swelling little nub. Your fingers tangled in his hair – needing him to be as close to your core as possible. As your head was thrown backward, your back arched off the bed, and Loki took the opening to slide himself into you – catching your lips and swallowing your moans as his tip pressed up against your cervix.
Loki's hands grabbed each of your knees – spreading your legs as much as possible so he could hit the spot deep within that sent you over the edge. He held you in his arms like you were a precious and breakable antique – making your body clench around his cock – begging for more of him. After tonight, you would beg for all he has to offer for the rest of your lives.
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