Hey 68, 90 with thor pls 🥰😊 Love ya
thanks for requesting it, bunny! sorry that it took me forever to write but, sigh, i was in such a writer’s block. anyway. hope you like it!
68. “We should get matching tattoos–wouldn’t that be cute?”
90. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”
i still couldn’t believe how tiring the day had been, between paperwork and basically getting tony’s shit under control, i barely had time to have a sip of water or go to the bathroom. especially when today was “angry calls” day. the avengers go about destroying the town and, of course, i’m the one left with the city hall calls about how stark has to cover the expenses.
a soft sigh leaves my lips as i began to shed from my work clothes, deciding that a good shower would be enough to sooth my sore muscles and relax me enough to a good night of sleep. heaven knows how i was in need of that. plus it was the weekend, so that meant sleeping in. in theory, because my phone was open for tony to call me and beg for me to magically solve his problems.
man. for a superhero, he sure depended on a human. that’s when i laugh, slipping onto my bathrobe, full ready to set up a nice bath. but before i get the chance to actually do that, my phone starts ringing. obviously. it’s a friday night, what the heck i was expecting?
“yes, tony?”
“oh don’t sound so grumpy, sweetheart”
“just because i am your goddaughter, it doesn’t mean you get to call me ‘sweetheart’.” he laughs, “what happened this time?”
“so, we might have lost Thor.”
“you lost the god of Thunder???”
so. there was a small detail i hadn’t mentioned to my godfather and that was: thor and i were dating. the both of us agreed that it was best if it was kept from the avengers’ eyes, it would give us a much needed privacy for the beginning of a relationship. or whatever that was.
with a shake of my head, i walked to my living room, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. despite being my... thing, i had no idea as to how i was supposed to track down thor. it wasn’t like i had him chipped and could use a few lines of code to pinpoint his location. yet, that was exacly what tony wanted me to do.
“this is insane, tony!” i roll my eyes, chill water making my brain jolt awake, “i can’t find him unless - AH!”
a scream cuts my sentence as a huge form walks in, right in the middle of my tiny kitchen. thor is standing in all his might, sporting blue jeans and a nice grey sweater. like a typical man would. like he wasn’t a freaking avenger or a god, in that matter.
tony is babbling through the phone, but i no longer have the focus on that, so i just mumble a quick bye and turn off my phone.
“i see you were waiting for me” a naughty smirk stretches his plump pink lips, “i must say i enjoy the surprise.”
“thor, what are you doing here? how did you get here?”
a red hue rises to his fair cheeks, the smile on his lips, however, shows the contrary, he doesn’t seem embarrassed at all for sneaking into my house. fair enough, we are sort of dating, which would make it okay for him to turn up uninvited. and i knew his intentions were good.
“i climbed through your window.”
“you did what now?” my eyes wouldn’t widen enough to demonstrate my astonishment, “thor, did you seriously just climb through my window? are you insane? by the way, tony is looking for you and apparently he thinks i am the only one who can find you, which is nonsense, do you think he might-”
my babbling comes to a sudden halt when i feel a set of lips crash onto mine, kissing me with such a hunger i neared the thin line of forgetting my own name. all i could think about was the roaming of his hands down my body, hands settling on the curve of my ass and propping me up into his lap, deepening the kiss. damn. he always had a way to shut me up. i mean, i was just a human, how could i resist all of that?
thor broke the kiss then, deep blue boring into mine. i could drown in that dark sea and i wouldn’t mind. i lost my fingers in that wild golden mane, smiling. he did it as well, poking his nose on mine briefly.
“it doesn’t matter if they know or not.” he says then, low, like it’s a secret, “as far as i am concerned, every single human in this planet should know that i love you and that you are mine.”
i giggle.
“am i, now?” my face reaches a state of warmth that lets him know i’m embarrassed, “only if you are mine too.”
“i am” thor smiles, swollen with pride, “yours only, my love.”
there’s only the sound of our breathing. when did we become so sappy and romantic? one minute we were just friends with benefits and now we’re this? okay, so maybe we were dating, what would - you know what, fuck it. i wouldn’t let my mind spoil the moment.
not with him. never with him.
“why did you ran from your friends?”
“because i wanted to be with you,” his voice is low, goosebumps crawling my skin as his beard prickled my skin, “i will leave when the morning comes, another battle awaits for the avengers.”
“oh,” there’s a subtle hurt beneath my solitary word, he kisses my cheek tenderly.
“i shall come back in two days, my love, you shouldn’t be sad.”
his lips brushes mine ever so slightly, barely a caress, and i know he understands my longing. i often try to hide what i feel, often keep up a hard exterior as to not get hurt, but when it comes to thor. i just can’t disguise my emotions.
“we are so darn cute,” i say, noses close enough to bump, “the only thing missing is matching tattoos.”
“matching tattoos?” he frowns, tilting his head.
“yes! we should get matching tattoos! wouldn’t that be cute?”
“you sound very happy when suggesting that, so i must comply.”
confusion swims in the blue of his eyes and i laugh, throwing my head back. he probably didn’t understand the concept of matching tattoos. or why was it so funny that i had suggested it. the only nice thing about it was that he was open to permanently mark his skin for me. insane. but again, what about us wasn’t?
