#protective!thor

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Thor had just got back from Asgard and was on a mission to find you. Things got rough back home and he couldn't leave without things being in order first. Something you admire about him.

"Ah, Natasha. Have you seen Y/N?" Thor asked her, running into each other in the kitchen. 

"Last I saw she was with Steve in the common room watching a movie." She gave a half smile and continued making her sandwich.

"Thank you," he smiled and headed to finally see you. But what he didn't expect was to see you and Steve cuddling together under a blanket fast asleep. 

His heart sunk at the scene before him. He knew you and Steve were best friends and you've told him countless times that Steve was like an older brother to you, but he couldn't help his blood boil a bit and his heart clenched.

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A few days have passed since then and every time Thor saw you and Steve laughing and joking he couldn't help but get jealous. The image of you and Steve cuddling coming to the forefront of his mind. 

Lately he took to either dragging you out the room whenever Steve walked in or making sure your attention was on anything but Steve. 

He thought he was being discreet, but you knew something was up. You didn't know exactly what, but you had an idea. You were going to ask him first, but if he didn’t tell you,  you were going to your plan into action.

With that in mind, you decided to try it over dinner tonight. Tony had rented out (at least that's what he said) a patio bar and had food catered there, saying it's for a team dinner/outing.

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After throwing on your jeans, a nice blouse and some heels, you turned around to ask your boyfriend if he could do the cute little braid in your hair and was met with shining two shining blue pools of love staring right at you, a small smile adoring his features. You giggled and blushed before making your way over to him. 

“Can you do the braid please,” you asked, a smirk creeping its way on your lips.

“Of course darling.” He was almost done with the braid when you decided to ask him.

“Babe, does Steve make you jealous?” The hands working your hair stopped a moment before continuing. By facing the opposite of Thor, you missed how his eyes fired up and his jaw set.

“Steven? No, of course not,” he chuckled, “He’s just a friend, right?” He huffed. But you didn’t miss how he said friend, or how tense he got after. If he wasn’t going to admit and let his masculinity rule, then why not have some fun with it?

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The party was in full swing. Of course it was, it was a Stark party. You had a few drinks, not enough to get you drunk but just enough to give you the liquid courage to go forth with your plan. You looked around eyeing for your target. You saw Steve with Sam and Bucky by the food. You rolled your eyes, putting a big smile on your face as you neared them.

“Stevie! Sammy! Buckster!” You laughed, looking through your peripherals at Thor who was just a few meters away talking to Bruce. “How’ve my favorite super soldiers and bird been?” 

“Y/N your drunk,” Bucky smiled politely at you. 

“Nope! Not yet, could use a dance though. Stevie?” You grabbed his hand before he had a chance to respond and dragged him to the dance floor. You didn’t miss the way Thor’s fingers turned white with the new found grip he has on his drink, nor the way his eyes burned holes into Steve’s head. 

You moved along to the beat of the music, swaying your hips and trying to teach Steve how to keep up. You laughed and smiled and actually had a pretty great time, and you really weren’t one for dancing in public. A crack of lightning and vicious thunder roared in the darkening sky. Everyone looked up checking to see if it was going to rain, but you looked at the man you knew who was responsible for it. It was a distraction so no one would see you both exiting the party. You met him on the ledge and he wrapped an arm around you tightly, swung his hammer and you both flew off towards his floor of the tower. 

“What the hell was that?!” He boomed as you landed. 

“That was nothing! And you know it! Jesus Thor, nothing is going on between Steve and I!” You sighed. “He’s like an older brother to me.” You really didn’t want to have this conversation again.

“Then why did I catch you two cuddling while I was out dealing business on Asgard? Why do I catch you two flirting all the time and sharing those looks?” You saw a flash of hurt in his eyes before they turned a stormy blue. The lightning outside got worse.

“If you would just ask me instead of drag me out the room,” you shook your head, a small laugh escaping. “I’m helping Steve catch up on how to flirt because he wants to ask Sharon out. Both Natasha and I have been helping him build up the courage.” You gave him a pointed look. He stalked forward until your faces were mere inches apart.

“Then next time warn me,” with that he crashed his lips to yours. A surprised squeak left your lips before you kissed him back. He kissed you with desperation and determination. “You know who you belong to, yes?” He growled in your ear.

“Y-yes.” You gulped, a shiver running down your spine. He pulled back and you saw his pupils were so dilated to the point you could hardly see the crystal blue. He cupped your jaw and nudged his nose with yours.

“Who do you belong to princess?” He whispered loud enough to cause your breath to hitch.  

“You,” you breathed out. He dipped in for another heated kiss, his mouth immediately dominating yours. You whimpered against his lips as you felt his hands travel from your waist to your ass.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that. Ever.” He squeezed your plump ass before picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling the bulge made you breath out as your hand flew to entangle in his hair. 

“I won’t.” You mumbled breathlessly, feeling the wetness in your core build up and dampen your panties. The rush of anticipation and the feeling of lust coursing through your body.

“I’m going to make sure of that.” He stated, his voice had lowered an octave making a shiver run down your spine. He gently laid you down on the bed, his large frame hovering over yours. “Do you know what I’m going to do?” He asked, nipping at your neck. Not trusting your voice, you shook your head no. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until you can’t walk straight for a week.” He mumbled as he sucked on the sweet sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

He pulled away and stared at you, his eyes boring into your soul. You didn’t think possible, but his pupils were blown even wider, two dangerous black pools with hints of blue around the corners; pure lust and desire extremely evident. He slowly got off the bed and slipped off his shirt revealing his toned chest and abs, a sly smirk making its way on his face.

“Darling,” his voice was deep and dripped with lust, “take off your clothes.” And you did so at lightning speed. You threw your clothes and kicked off your shoes leaving yourself in nothing but your underwear. Your chest was heaving in anticipation as he stripped to his boxers. 

He sauntered to the foot of the bed, eyes locked on yours. Slowly he crawled his way up, brushing his lips against yours. “Mine and only mine,” he growled before pressing his mouth to yours. A small gasp escaped your lips allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against him, not even bothering to fight for dominance. He pulled away and started peppering kisses down the valley of your breasts. 

He looked up at you before leaning down and attaching his mouth to your left nipple. The sensation of his tongue flicking against the small bud made your back arc as you moaned out his name.

“Thor,” you panted, your hand finding its way back into his hair. He hummed as he brought his free hand to your other breast, his fingers kneading and pinching the bud. You felt the coil in your belly grow as he repeated his actions with his mouth on your other breast. He kissed his way down to your stomach, nipping at the skin every now and then. Marking you as his. As his face got closer to where you needed him most, your breath began to quicken.

He looks up as his hot breath fanned over the wet spot on your panties. You whimpered as he pressed a curt kiss to it, your head hitting the pillow behind you. He pressed open mouth kisses to the inside of your thighs before ripping the last piece of material from your body.

“I’ll buy you another,” he groaned as he licked a broad strip up from your dripping entrance to your clit. The back of your head dug further into the pillow as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He chuckled, the vibration caused your breath to hitch as you moaned out his name. 

He never once let up, eating you out as if a dying man eating his last meal. Your hand was entangled in his locks as you willed your hips to stay still. But the way he was lapping at your clit made your hips buck up as your hand pressed his face further on you. He reached a muscular arm around your waist, stopping your jutting hips as he licked a particular sweet spot.

You felt his teeth gently scrape against your sensitive bud, the movement building up the pressure you felt in your belly. Curses fell from your lips as you kept squirming, the arousal growing more intensely.

“You taste so delicious,” he hummed against your heat. All you could do was whine.

“I-I’m, fuck, Thor I’m c-close,” you stuttered out between breaths. His tongue started moving faster as he pressed a finger inside you, your slick making for perfect lube. He pumped his finger inside you before adding a second. 

“Shit!” You moaned, feeling his fingers curl and gently rub at your g-spot. “Oh f-fuck,” you felt the band snap as you orgasmed, your cunt clenched around his fingers.

Thor hummed in approval as he drank up every last drop. He slid his fingers out of you, your juices coating them. You whimpered at the loss but was quickly silenced and bit your lip as he sucked them clean. You gulped as his face neared yours, his nose nudged yours as he brought you into a deep kiss. Your tongue swirled around his mouth and all you could taste was you. He moaned into your mouth and you felt the fire ignite once again in your belly. He pulled away and slipped out of his boxers, his long hard length bobbing between his legs. You licked your lips as your eyes trailed all over the God before you.

“Not tonight kitten,” he chuckled darkly. In an instant he was over you again, splitting your legs open. “You’re mine princess,” he growled, “as well as this pussy,” his finger slide up from the crack of your ass to your clit making your hips buck up, “and this ass,” his hands ghosted over your waist and slid underneath you, squeezing your cheeks, “these tits,” his hands ran up your back over your chest, gently caressing each one, “and especially this mouth.” He finished nipping at your bottom lip. He pumped himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Fuck me into next week my king,” your voice died by the end of your sentence as his dick slowly slid in, your slick covering him up. You both moaned as he bottomed out. He waited a few moments before pulling out completely and slamming back into you. 

“I plan on it,” he moaned, gently biting on your shoulder, setting a brutal pace. You knew you weren’t going to last long at all. His hips snapped into yours causing the bed to creak and hit the wall. He filled you up nicely, the veins of his cock rubbing against your velvet walls. 

“Fucking mine. Fucking, shit,” he cursed as his hips started rocking faster with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin was the only other sound that could be heard besides breathless moans. 

“Fuck Thor,” you moaned. His hand snuck in between your bodies and started rubbing at the sensitive nub, making you chant his name as a prayer. “O-Oh god, THOR,” the pressure started building up again. 

“That’s it my princess,” he moaned, feeling you start to clench around him. “Cum for your King.” You let out a few more curses before screaming his name in ecstasy. Your body arched into his as your walls clenched tight around his dick. Your vision went white as your second orgasm crashed over you. You felt his stutter and get sloppy and you knew he was close too. You clenched around him again as he stopped. His dick swelled as hot sticky juices coated your walls. He rode out both your orgasms before he pulled out and collapsed next to you. 

“Are you okay my love?” He asked breathlessly, looking adoringly at you.

“I’m okay,” you responded with a sweet smile. “I’m sorry for not telling you about helping Steve sooner.” 

“That’s alright my princess.” He brought you closer to him. You tucked your head under his sweaty chin he played with your hair. “Just remember you’re mine and always will be my girl.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Ready for round two?”

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He knew you valued your privacy. That your vulnerability with him was a privilege. No one really knew what your childhood had been. Your struggles to read properly or even do simple math occasionally. Your lack of meaningful connections to others because of your parents pushing you for excellence. Pushing you to work to get a return on their investment. 

Thinking about what he did know made him angry. It made him angrier still when he saw how resigned you were. When he realized you counted calories compulsively, without thinking. When he noticed in the background of a home movie that your mother not only snatched a donut out of your hand but smacked you in the back of the head for trying to eat it. He hated that. The idea that you had that all you were was your body. That was your only inherent value. Being pretty and being able to count to eight. 

Thor intended to change that, he reflected to himself as he stepped into the shower. He wanted you to understand that you were not a body. You were a soul. A beautiful soul. You possessed a body. A body he was excited to get to know, but it was far and away not the most valuable part of you. He scrubbed himself clean, taking his time. You had lovely bath soaps and hair products. They smelled lovely and left him feeling good about himself. He was thankful you didn’t mind his borrowing them so long as he replaced them when he used the last of them. As he exfoliated and pampered himself, luxuriating in the warm water, he thought about the morning before you had left for work. 

As reluctant as he had been to be nude in front of you, he had to admit it was mostly foolish on his part. For as rigidly as you policed everything you even considered eating, you never did that to him. He was always welcome to eat whatever he wanted. As much as he wanted without so much as a raised eyebrow from you. And if he was lucky enough to pass the evening in your company, you never flinched away from laying your head on his belly. Happy to cuddle him. Relishing how comfortable he was to lay on and the warmth of being held. He liked that. It made him feel better, knowing that he was attracted to you. He kept himself up more. His hair and beard were better groomed. His nails and clothes clean and neat. It felt better. Walking next to you and looking like he belonged next to you.

When he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips, he glanced at the scale you kept in the bathroom. He felt like he should step on it. He should know what he weighed, but in the back of his mind, he could see you agonizing over two or three pounds. The weight that for a Midgardian woman was just a normal fluctuation. It could be hormonal or water weight or any number of things. He winced, thinking about the morning you cried in frustration over the number that had come up and put yourself on a diet. He shook his head and sighed. It wasn’t worth it. Instead, he applied himself to smoothing lotion into his skin. It was soft smelling. A little floral, but he liked it. It smelled like you. He liked smelling like you. The scent of you clinging to his skin and his clothes warmed him when he felt lonely. Or when he was away, stuck in New Asgard. Aside from the smell, he wanted to be... nice. Just nice to touch. Soft skin for you to smooth curious hands over. A pleasant sensation for you to enjoy. He wants you to enjoy every second of this. He wants this to be soft. Sweet. Everything you deserve. 

As he trims his beard and tends to his hair, he smiles at himself. He looks good. He’s glad you’re so generous with compliments. Telling him when you like his hair or noticing what he smells like. He’s been using those things as a metric and it’s been... helpful. He feels better. Even when you aren’t standing beside him. He doesn’t want to hide in corners anymore. You deserved to feel like this, he decided. To have the confidence to love yourself the way you had helped Thor love himself without even trying. without doing anything more than accepting him as he was. 

By the time he’s dressed, he has a plan. The candles are lit, the rose petals are strewn from the front door to the bedroom, and the frilly bath oils and soaps are arranged to his liking. He can’t think of a better way to thank you than to romance you within an inch of your life.