Highschool au where jock thor is getting tutored by shy and smart peter parker. Thor asked him out on a date
It started out with Thor being held after class by his math teacher. He failed yet another test and was close to getting removed from the football team and the wrestling team.
"Listen, Mr. Odinson. If you don't get an A on your next three tests you will be removed from all extracurricular activities," his teacher said, a frown in her face.
"What am I supposed to do?" Thor asked, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at his recent test. An 'F'. He was pretty sure that she would have given him a 'G- if possible.
The teacher handed him a piece of paper that was filled out. "For tutoring. Go to the library after school and you'll be assigned someone to help you."
Thor got to the library and felt uncomfortable. This wasn't his zone and he felt like all the books were staring at him. He handed the card to the librarian and she led him to a table in the back of the stacks.
"Peter, darling, Mr. Odinson is here for tutoring. Is now a good time?"
Peter...did he know a Peter at school. There was Peter Quill but he was in the Galaxy Tech School. Quill was also dumb and couldn't tutor anyone.
"Now is great, thanks," Peter answered, standing up and reaching a hand out to greet Thor. Shit, it was Parker the Nerd. This was going to be humiliating.
"Hi, Thor. I'm Peter Parker," Peter said with a shy smile. Thor noticed he didn't make eye contact. Odd.
"I know who you are, Parker. Let's go ahead and get started. How do fractions work?"
They had been working together three times a week to improve Thor's math grade. It was slowly coming along and the homework seemed to get easier and easier as Peter tutored him.
"Is this right?" Thor asked, leaning over the table to give Peter the paper.
Peter looked it over for a moment before shaking his head. "No, it isn't. You forgot about the exponent here," Peter said, pointing at the error.
"I'll never make this work," the athlete lamented, tossing his math book aside and laying his head on the desk with a small bang.
"Don't say that," Peter admonished, his voice soft and but shaky, "We all have things we need to work hard at. You need help with math. I need help with...well, anyway. You can do this."
Thor was pulled out of his downward spiral due to Peter's encouragement.
"Thank you, Parker. That means a lot."
"I got a 'C' on the pop quiz!" Thor exclaimed, rushing to show Peter proof of his work. Peter smiled brightly, so bright and sweet it blinded Thor.
"That's amazing, Thor! I told you that you can do it!" Peter said, holding the quiz and looking it over like it was a piece of art.
Thor was proud. He was happy with his progress. He was happy that Peter was happy.
They got started on the next chapter of Thor's homework. He was working out a factoring problem when he heard Peter sigh, prompting him to look up and see Peter rubbing his exposed arms.
"Oh...um...Flash took it and threw it in the dumpster. He said it was...uh...it was trash."
Thor set his pencil down and looked Peter over.
"He did what now? And no one did anything?"
Peter scoffed. "You do know I'm one of the least popular kids in school, right? This stuff has been happening since kindergarten."
Thor frowned. How could he help? Maybe...
He took off his letter jacket and handed it to Peter. "Hold onto that for a while. I doubt Flash will mess with that."
Thor slid his first test across the table to Peter. A red 'A-' was at the top of the paper.
Peter jumped up and clapped softly, all sunshine and sweetness. "You're doing fantastic. You almost don't need me anymore. "
Why did that make Thor sad?
He aced all his other tests and suddenly Peter fell off the face of the earth. Total radio silence. It took a week for Thor to get Peter cornered. They were by the water fountain in the hall, Peter's back to the wall.
"Look, if this is about the jacket I will give it back. It's in my locker right now and-"
"Don't bother. It's good look on you."
Peter turned an adorable shade of red from his cheeks and down his neck.
"Hey Peter, do you want to go to prom with me?"
Peter looked like he might faint or cry so Thor reached out to steady him.
"Don't tease me, Thor," Peter mumbled, pushing Thor's hand away.
"I would never. Please go to prom with me. I...I like you."
Peter cleared his throat, stood on his toes, and pressed his lips to Thor's, the kiss barely there. That was a pretty good answer.