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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Summary: Post-sex conversation + comfort. Warnings: Mention of sex. Fluff. Slight angst if you squint Word Count: 200
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Strong
Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Summary: Post-sex conversation + comfort. Warnings: Mention of sex. Fluff. Slight angst if you squint Word Count: 200
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Against me | Thor odinson x reader
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Request: from @cherry-season
âFem reader loves skinship and kisses Thor (best friend) on the forehead or on the shoulderâ
Pairing: Thor Odinson x f!reader (best friend)
Warnings: touch starved reader, affection, sweet Thor, just all fluff!
A/N: Guys i love thor sm so i hope u all enjoy this! requests are open and welcomed<3 this one is a little short so if thatâs what youâre looking for then you found the right thing!
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Everyone knew you were more affectionate then anyone else, you were always hugging. You knew when to respect peopleâs boundaries but if they were comfortable then you loved being all over them, especially your best friend. He never grew tired of your constant need for skin contact, he actually really enjoyed it.
âThor?â
Your voice came out as a small whine, he glanced over at you on the bed. You two were going through all your movies per your request, but he was doing most of the organizing and you were laying upside down on your bed.
âYes mâlady.â
You smiled at the name and turned over, now laying on your stomach. You looked at his pile of seen and not seen, the not seen pile much greater.
âYou havenât seen any of the hunger games movies?â
Thor shrugged and looked at you with confused eyes, then smiled as you gestured for him to come over to you. He shuffled over and sat with you on as you moved to sit criss cross, you grabbed his hand and looked at the callouses.
âHave you been putting the lotion I gave you on? Your hands seem softer.â
Your thumb glided across his palm and you traced the lines, he shuttered at your touch.
âYes, it smells of fruit. The scent reminds me of you.â
His words were soft, he seemed to be in thought as he stared at you. You didnât notice his lingering glances.
âYou smell like fruits too, Thor.â
He chuckled and closed his eyes as you leaned into him, your forehead rested on his and you both stayed like that. His skin was warm against yours, he caressed your hands and lived in the moment. He loved your soft touches, the way you held him. You were always there for him, as he was for you and no matter what you two had each other. Through all the loss and fighting the only constant in your life was Thor.
âWill you,â
He paused and kept his eyes closed, he nibbled his lower lip and sighed.
âHug me.â
You smiled and your heart warmed at your dear friends comment, without saying anything you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his body. He held you close to him and breathed in your scent, you stroked his hair and rested your cheek against his chest.
âAnytime you need a hug, iâm hereâ
He nodded against your body and you two stayed like that. Eventually you fell asleep in his hold and your body went limp, he laughed at your skill of falling asleep in any situation. Quietly he picked you up and laid you down in a more comfortable position on your bed, he pulled the blanket over your body and tucked you in like a caring mother.
âGoodnight fair maiden.â
He kissed your forehead lightly and click the lamp off, he moved the movies back onto the shelf quickly knowing he would clean them up tomorrow. He glanced back at you and shut the door softly, smiling to himself as he walked back to his room.
Sing Me to Sleep: One
Where is Y/N?â Bruce asked, pouring tea into his mug from the pot on the table.
âAt work,â Thor replied.
âStill?â Bruce asked, glancing at the clock.Â
Thor nodded and sighed, âShe texted last night, after you fell asleep.â
hi could you do an imagine with thor where she admits that she hates herself or something and he gets like really upset that she would think something like that idk and you could have it be with the team too just go off ur great at writing
A/N: thank u :â ) Iâm sorry for taking so long :-( there isnât much dialogue in this one because i donât think i can describe what goes on in someoneâs head when youâre thinking about things like this, i hope itâs okay. Remember youâre all beautiful and you can always strive to be the you that you want to be đ
You turned over on your side, hoping to find your boyfriends warmth, but you only found cold sheets. He mustâve been working out. You opened your eyes and sighed, working out.
You shouldâve been working out, you need it more than he did in your opinion, but you never told him that, and he never invited you to workout with him, he probably didnât want to be held back.
Reluctantly you got out of bed, grabbing some shorts and a t shirt. You stopped in front of the mirror, staring at yourself.
One of Thorâs t shirts, and shirts that you couldnât even see. You lifted up the shirt, frowning at the sight of your stomach. You poked the inside of your thighs, tears pricking your eyes as dark thoughts swirled around your mind.
You lifted your arms up, seeing the extra fat hanging from your biceps. You could feel the tears flowing down your cheeks. You didnât know how long youâd been staring at yourself, judging your body and wishing you looked different.
âMy love?â You heard behind you, your eyes went wide and your stomach dropped. You wiped your eyes and spun around, smiling at your boyfriend.
âhey thorâ you said, trying to act like you werenât crying over how much you hated yourself.
âwhatâs wrong baby?â He asked, concern evident on his face, walking towards you quickly and taking you into his arms. All it took was one soft âwhats wrongâ for your thoughts to come back, fresh tears coming through.
You cried into his chest, trying to speak through every sob that racked your body.
âIâm justâ you cried, not knowing how to tell someone who adored you so much that you couldnât stand the sight of yourself.
âshh itâs okay, calm down we can talk about it laterâ He shushed you softly, rubbing your back soothingly, picking you up with ease and positioning both of you on the bed, cuddled up.
After crying until you thought you ran out of tears you pulled yourself away from Thorâs chest, sitting up and wiping your tears with napkins that he had gotten on his way to the bed. You blew your nose, and sighed, dreading the fact that you had to tell him your thoughts.
âi hate myselfâ you whispered, not looking at thor, only looking down at your hands.
âI canât stand the sight of my body, i look disgusting compared to the other girls that want you, i canât stand myself, i feel like i talk too much and no one even likes me, i find it hard to believe that you love meâ you whispered the last part, scared of what his reaction would be.
Thor felt his heart break, never in all his life would he have thought you felt this way about yourself. In his eyes were the epitome of perfection, he couldnât find a single flaw in you.
âIâm sorry darlingâ he spoke, reaching his hand out and grabbing yours softly. You jumped slightly at the contact, sniffling a little from your previous crying session.
âi donât know what to say, i mean to me youâre perfect, i want you to be happy my love, if thereâs anything i can do to make you feel better Iâll do itâ Thor spoke, moving to sit in front of you quickly. You could hear the soft thunder outside, he was upset and genuinely wanted to help.
Your heart swelled at the fact that he didnât just say the cliche i love you youâre perfect.
He wanted to help you be happy, help you be a better you.
âi wanna work out, Iâm not happy with the fluff around my curvesâ you commented laughing softly. Thor smiled at you kissing your hands.
âIf you wanna work out Iâll work out with you, i just want you to know that to me youâre always going to be perfect for me, i love you for you, to me youâre worthy of being a goddess, i love youâ He spoke, kissing your cheeks and giving you a soft smile.
âthank youâ you whispered, kissing his lips softly and smiling.
âdonât thank me, thank you for telling me how you felt, i want you happyâ He smiled, grabbing you and laying you down once more, holding you tightly and kissing you all over.
âyouâre gonna be so sore tomorrowâ he giggled into your neck and you groaned. Excited to enter a new chapter of your life, one where you loved yourself, one where you were truly happy, one where your partner supported your choice to change to become happier.
The Long Way Home: Thirty
Glass rained down from the windows up above your heads and Thor swept you quickly into the shelter of his arms to keep it from hurting you. âAre you alright?â he asked, cupping your face in his hands tenderly.Â
âYes,â you answer, turning you head to kiss his palm.Â
Thor didnât wait for another second, he shoved you gently towards Barton and Romanoff where they were protecting each other before he started to run towards the building.Â
He knew that they would protect you. Keep you from any major harm. They liked you. A lot. Barton appreciated your innate skill as a marks woman and Romanoff appreciated your sense of humor. They saw in you some of the same qualities that he did. The qualities that made you his ideal queen.
The afternoon was a haze of heat and sweat. The wounded. The dying. Agents and other Avengers swarmed like helpful gnats and all he had to do was keep moving. Exploiting his strength to move debris. You were never far from his thoughts. But still. He was focused.Â
Until he could finally think about anything else.Â
He was hungry. And tired. And sore. But when he was you, reading, or trying to, on a sofa in his old apartments, he felt himself relax. Barton or Romanoff had indeed kept you safe. Installed you here and evidently had seen to it that you were given anything you might need to be comfortable.
âThor!â
Youâre off the sofa and examining the cuts on his face and hands, a worried frown on your face. Thor doesnât like that. The worried wrinkles on your forehead. The suspicious glimmer in your eyes that looks too terribly close to tears.Â
âIâm alright, sweetheart,â he soothed. âIâm only... A little bruised, I suppose.â
âYouâre bleeding,â you protest.Â
âNot for long,â he said softly, cupping your face in his hands, âAll I need is rest. And something to eat. It will heal.â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â he said, smiling a little. âIâll be good as new by morning. Possibly even later tonight if you baby me enough.âÂ
When his answer gets you to smile he claims your lips in a careful kiss. âThe first order of business though, is a shower. Iâm filthy.â

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The Long Way Home: Seven
âYour Majesty?âÂ
You look the direction of the voice addressing you and smile. Itâs a reflexive gesture youâre thankful for as Brunhilde visibly relaxes and approaches the table where youâre working.Â
âHow can I help you?â you ask, picking up another carrot to peel.Â
The Long Way Home: Fourteen
Thor fluffed pillows and adjusted the lights. He wanted a specific sort of comfort in this little tent. Painstakingly put together from the few bits and pieces he had laying around.Â
Dial Tone: Three
Thor stared blankly out the window and looks down at the letter he wrote you for the day. It felt heavy. Every letter had felt heavier every day. As heâd poured his heart out, day after day. Imploring the universe to somehow bring you back to him.Â
To somehow heal what he had broken in a moment of frustration.Â
And he wanted to burn this letter. Somehow it felt too raw. And too real.Â