You straightened. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“For example, the time you stole Steve’s shield and convinced him he had misplaced it.”

You burst into laughter immediately. “That was Sam’s idea!”

Thor pointed at you accusingly. “You told Rogers, with a straight face, that perhaps his ‘boyish brain’ misplaced it.”

“I— okay, in my defense it was funny.”

“Yes,” Thor said, voice dipped in fondness. “Very funny. I laughed so hard I dropped Mjolnir and nearly cracked the tower floor.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That was a good day.”

He grew softer. “Or the time you made me stay up all night because you were ‘emotionally invested’ in the finale of that baking competition. You were so tired and grumpy the next day.” He said, an almost smile appearing on his face.

You groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“I think of it often.” Thor stared at his hands. “There are many moments like that where I found myself… drawn to you.”

Then he glanced up, eyes bright.

“Like I feel drawn to you now.”

Your throat tightened. It was everything you had ever wanted to hear—

And yet.

“Thor,” you whispered, pulling your hand back before he could reach for it, “don’t.”

He blinked, hurt flickering in his eyes.

“Don’t?”

You swallowed hard, looking at the ocean instead of him. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I—” He shook his head, confused. “I do mean them.”

“You’re grieving,” you said softly. “You’re lonely. I show up, and maybe that feels like love right now. But I don’t want you to feel something for me just because I’m the one who comes around while you’re… while you’re hurting.”

Thor froze.

You continued, voice trembling, “I don’t want to be a placeholder. Or the person you reach for because everything else fell apart.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers gripping together.

“You think this began here?” he asked quietly.

Your lip quivered. “I don’t know what to think.”

“I liked you then. Before all this. Before the loss. Before the darkness.”

You went completely still.

He exhaled shakily. “I was me back then—strong, loud, proud. And you were brilliant and fierce and capable. I feared you only saw me as the ridiculous prince with the hammer. So I stayed silent.”

His voice had a sudden steadiness—soft but powerful. “I did not fall for you in New Asgard. I did not fall for you in my grief. I fell for you when you were swinging a trash can lid at a Chitauri shouting ‘Eat shit!’ “

Your eyes widened. “Thor—”

“I knew then,” he said, utterly serious, “that you were extraordinary.”

You let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. “You can’t be serious—”

“I am.” He moved closer, gently placing a hand on your knee—not trapping, not demanding, simply grounding. “I admired you. I cared for you. I wanted you… back when I still knew who I was.”

Your breath stuttered.

Thor shifted even closer. “I’m telling you this now because I see how you look at me—with worry, with caution, with doubt. And I don’t want you thinking pity is the reason I feel what I feel.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. You wiped it quickly.

He lowered his head, voice barely above a whisper.
“This is not grief speaking. This is me. The me I was. And the me I am now—broken pieces and all.”

Your voice cracked as you whispered, “I just… I need to be sure.”

He gently took your hand, thumb brushing warmth into your knuckles.
“Then be sure,” he said. “Let me show you. Let me say it as many times as you need.”

You looked up. He looked back.
And in his eyes, you saw not desperation.
Not need.
Not loneliness.

Recognition.

Thor leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he pressed his forehead to yours, breath mingling with yours.

“I’ve been yours for far longer than you know.”

This time, you didn’t stop him.
You let him kiss you — gently, reverently, like he was rediscovering a piece of himself he thought was lost.

You didn’t mean for him to hear the soft sniffle.

You had stepped out behind his house again, wrapping your arms around yourself, staring at the sea as guilt and doubt pulled at your chest. You didn’t want to overthink it… but you did.
Of course you did.

Then the door opened.
Soft footsteps this time.
Thor approached slowly, like he didn’t want to scare you off.

“May I?” he asked.

You nodded, and he sat beside you—close but not touching yet.

For a moment he just watched the horizon with you. Then, very quietly:

“You’re doubting again.”

Your throat tightened. “I’m trying not to.”

Thor’s voice was gentle, warm, steady. “You think I said those things because you stayed. Because I am… fragile.”

You looked down. “I don’t want to make your pain into love.”

Thor exhaled slowly, then turned fully toward you, big hand reaching but stopping just before touching your cheek—waiting, always waiting. When you leaned into it, he cupped your face tenderly.

“Listen to me,” he murmured. “My grief took many things. But not my memories. Not my heart. Not the way I felt when you were with us in the Avengers Tower.”
His thumb brushed your cheek.
“I cared for you then. And now.”

Your eyes stung.

“You bring me joy, yes. You’ve been helping me through my grief, yes.” 
His voice deepened.
“You are the one I wanted long before I lost anything.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Thor caught it with his thumb.

“You are not a replacement,” he whispered.
“You are not a bandage.”
“You are not here only because of my sorrow.”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, breath warm and soft against your lips.

Your voice shook. “I’m scared.”

“I know.” He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in the warmth and strength you’d missed. “Then let me hold the fear with you.”

You pressed your face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat—solid, steady, real.

Thor kissed the top of your head.
Then your temple.
Then your cheek.

“I meant every word,” he whispered against your skin. “And I will say them as many times as you need until you believe them.”

You closed your eyes, sinking into him.

And for the first time since his confession, you felt safe believing it.

"Je—sus Christ." You cried, practically pulling the sheets from your king size mattress.

Thor smiled, "Darling, I'd appreciate it quite kindly if you didn't name mythical men during sex."

"Sshh shh." You grab his head forcing his mouth back onto your pussy to which he replied in muffled moans.

"FuUuck meee." You panted as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with flicks of his tongue as he began fingering you. Your clit throbbing against his tongue was Thor's favorite part of giving head. A sonnet of whines exited you as he pulled out to instead rub your clit with his wet fingers. The thick sap coating his tongue, an indication that you were getting close.

"You taste like you're close, darling. Am I right? Do you wanna cum in my mouth?"

You sat up, nodding energetically, legs beginning to tremble unsteadily, he pinned a thick bicep atop each thigh in preparation, spreading you til you felt a delicious burn.

"Yeees—yeahyeahyeahyeah." You panted.

He groaned, flattening his tongue as he dragged across your clit and your whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Fuc—fuck-fuck fuck." You cried, toes curling, nails digging into your headboard, resisting the urge to close your legs around his face, he pinned your hips under his weight as he rode you through your orgasm.

Restlessly you fought, panted, thrust your hips as sensitivity threatened to overtake you, you gasped sharply as he mouthed your clit, "Stop—Thor—" You tugged on his long wavy locks before he got the message.

"Whoops, got a bit carried away there, didn't I?" He chuckled.

"I missed that mouth." You sighed.

"As did I." He kissed your inner thighs before climbing up to meet your kiss, his nose, lips, mustache, and beard evenly doused with your cum.

A cool breeze from the window above your bed chilled your skin with goosebumps as Thor worked your tang into your mouth.

"Would you like to try that thing we discussed earlier?"

"... Oh! You mean—"

"Yes, that thing."

You consented, and he smiled before sitting up and pulling his shirt off.

"I see you still have that body I love so much."

"Ah, yes. I've grown quite fond of my extra body fat. I believe you humans would call me a bear?"

He kicked off his gray sweatpants, then his fitted boxer briefs. Erection fighting against gravity as it tugged at the waistband. 

A gusting wind and a slow downpour soon followed and the room felt as if it was electric with tension.

"I love a good thunderstorm."

He pumped his cock which looked to be noticeably larger as a surge of passionate energy consumed him.

You yelped as he crawled to the bed, flipping you on your stomach and grabbing the tops of your thighs, dragging you smacking into him. He spit on his fingers before rubbing across your pussy, gently fingering your hole, adding two fingers, then three.

"Ah, that hurts, Daddy." You teased.

"Too bad." He replied gruffly, sheathing himself in a condom, proceeding to slide inside of you.

A bolt of thunder rocked the nearby skies.

You arched into his touch as he leaned over you, his one hand groping roughly over your breasts before resting around your neck.

"I like it when you call me Daddy—"

Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the front door.

Without needing to be said, you both knew exactly who it was and you didn't hesitate to throw a blanket on as fast as possible to answer before she quite literally busted it down.

You cracked open the front door to find an unamused Valkyrie wet with the all consuming rain.

"Queen Brunnhilde, it's an honor—"

"Why are you not dressed?"

"Uhhh, I was about to get in the shower."

She squinted sternly, "You wouldn't happen to be harboring a man in your quarters would you?"

You swallowed hard, "But… men are allowed in Valkyrie quarters."

Brunnhilde tilted her head, arching her brows.

"That's correct."

She shoved open the door letting herself into your lovely abode. Nonchalantly, she looked around, inspecting the main room as if looking for something.

"Oh, I have a rug where you can, um... if you could wipe your fee—"

"Thor!" She roared throughout the home, causing you to jump.

She stomped into your kitchen, opening your cabinets, invading your fridge for any sight of the god's poor taste in mortal food.

"THOR!" She shrieked, slamming the fridge door before B-lining for your bedroom.

O shite you were fucked.

You followed loosely behind her, stopping in the doorway as she flung the pillows from your bed then the bed sheet, tossing your belongings all throughout the room.

"Show yourself! I know you're in here, you coward! THOR!!"

At this point, you had truly no clue where Thor could be. Similarly, she stomped out of the room, eyeing you disdainfully.

"Uch, I swear I can smell him on you."

There was a crack of thunder, and in the light of the flash it was revealed to the both you that the blanket you had believed to have wrapped around yourself was in fact Thor's crimson red cape.

The squeak of the shower handle could be heard from outside the door and she looked toward the bathroom, a malicious grimace on her face.

"By the powers vested in me, Brunnhilde, Queen of New Asgard, I hereby summon you Thor Odinson to come and take this ass whooping like a—"

The door to the bathroom swung open in front of her and there stood Thor, purple towel tied under his stomach, a toothbrush in one hand and a Hulk rubber ducky in the other.

"Brunnhilde! How kind of you to stop by, I see you've met my girlfriend. If you need me, I'll be taking a shower now—"

Grabbing hold of his beard, she yanked him down to make complete eye contact with her.

"Listen to me clearly. Your festivities are interrupting my fishing economy. Either drop your theatrical light show, or leave my Queendom at once. "

He mumbled a bit deflated, "...It's hard to get in the mood if I don't have some sort or background noise—"

“—Look at you. You haven't seen a pair of clippers in months." She spat.

"You think so? I quite like it. I've been using a locally sourced beard oil."

He looked to you and winked, to which you fervently shook your head, to which she realized and quickly released him.

On the verge of hyperventilation, she backed away, "I despise you."

She swiftly exited your house but not before slamming your front door, threatening to rattle your gallery wall.

"It appears her leadership has made her a softer person. Did you notice she didn't threaten my life?" Thor smiled.

Horrified, your home in shambles, you massaged your temples.

"I swear to God I'm going to get evicted."