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I keep my brushes in a Thor mug too! It's shaped like his head XD

In the shower he wondered if he should do something special as well. It was Friday. But who would he call? Tony? He probably had plans already. He’d call Thor but he wasn’t sure if the God of Thunder had mastered a smartphone yet. Stepping out of the shower, he immediately put on some of the lotion to mask his omega scent. Everybody assumed he was an alpha and he would like to keep it that way, even from his friends. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, not really. He just preferred to keep his nature to himself. Not hiding it had never ever proved to be a good thing.

Can’t be that hard to find him, really.

Maybe he’d like to grab a bear downtown? Or catch a movie at Steve’s place? He puts on a pair of threadbare jeans and a white t-shirt before heading off to find Thor. He finally found him in the training hall, doing his best to utterly demolish it.

”Hey”, he said with a grin, running his fingers through his still-wet hair. ”You busy?”

Is this the movie where the girl accidentally kills her mom in the beginning?

Accent Challenge!10/10@fangsofthunderandmischief

Nothing said we are a comfy poly amorous triad as showing up at the Christmas party with matching sweaters and reindeer antlers but last minute Loki pulled out with an excuse but rather than let it affect them Thor and Marie still went. “Merry Christmas!” Thor announced cheerfully as they arrived and placed the gift they went thirds on near the tree.

“Let us go find this eggnog though hath been talking about” Thor suggested pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

Bucky smirked to himself as he worked. Mornings were always busy, frankly that was the way they should be at a coffeeshop. His coworkers detested the business, saying it was impossible to get their job done if it got so busy and they had to do something to make it so it wasn’t, maybe make another damn Starbucks across the street or something but Bucky enjoyed it. While his coworkers hated the irregularity of moving from one task to the next, often when they were in the middle of the one before, Bucky found regularity in it. He didn’t have to think. 

He also liked the regularity of the student who would show up every morning. Every single morning, at roughly the same time. Only two things would change. He used to keep his order the same every day, and then got frustrated when Bucky figured it out, so now he tried to change it as often as he could. And his level of stress. But the other thing Bucky had managed to figure out was patterns. How close he was getting to more stress than usual, so he could decide if he would have a drink ready for him that day, or if he would just get a free one altogether.