#thorbruce week

Phew! Just managed to finish this one in time. I chose sex pollen because I haven't written that trope before. This is corny, silly and sexy all rolled into one.

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Bruce was sweating, his hands practically slipping as he tried to hold them together as a means to calm himself. It wasn’t right. He shouldn’t feel like he would fade away into the ether just because he wasn’t complying with his body’s wants. He had spent a long time in his life defying what his primal instincts wanted to do and instead listening to rationality and reason.

Bruce was good at not getting what he wanted.

He felt the hand of another man carefully wrap around the back of his neck, calloused fingers massaging gently where his neck met his shoulder blade, wanting him to relax enough to let go.

“Please,” Thor said softly. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34719727/chapters/86621212

A wee fic tangentially based around the prompt 'fertility', but more based on a Tumblr post, plus some ramblings with other Bruce fans.

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Ah, I see breakfast has been kindly prepared!” Thor announced far, far too loudly for the morning as he entered the kitchen. Several people groaned as his voice reverberated through their tired skulls.

“Hands off,” Wanda warned, “This is for everyone so you can wait until it’s ready. No sneaking bacon either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Thor said as Steve grabbed a piece from the counter and threw it for Thor to catch in one fluid motion. Thor hid it without so much as breaking a smile.

“You know she can mind-read, right?” Bruce asked as he entered the kitchen, having seen the sleight of hand. Like everyone else, he looked dishevelled and like he had only just woken up.

“Woo, there’s the loverboy!” Scott yelled. “I heard you retreated back to Thor’s last night. How long has this been going on?”

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This started as a joke based on that TikTok where Bruce and Steve are leaving Thor and Bucky's rooms, respectively (although I thought it was Bruce and Bucky, so that's who I wrote). I realised it featured Bruce wearing Thor's clothes so I thought I'd finish it for today's prompt. It's not exactly centred around Thor and Bruce, more about Bruce and Bucky's friendship, but it is about Thor and Bruce's relationship, so I'm counting it.

Warning: mention of child abuse, PTSD and torture.

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"You know, you could stay the night."

Bruce rolled over so he could prop his head up with his hand and face his lover.

"They'll notice."

"How?" Thor asked, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. They had had this conversation a number of times, all with the same response from Bruce. "Nobody notices where people emerge from in the morning and if they do, they're too tired to care."

"They're going to notice and care, trust me," Bruce said irritably, not needing to remind Thor of the time they nearly got caught making out on the roof. It wasn't as if relationships between teammates were abnormal (Bruce even being the one to create the trend when he and Nat were a thing for a short while), but Bruce felt differently with Thor. He truly believed he had hit the jackpot and he didn't want anything, even gentle teasing, to ruin it.

"FRIDAY, you wouldn't ever tell, would you?" Thor called up to the ceiling.

"I would only do so in the case of dire consequences, Mr Odinson. Your secret remains safe with me."

"Okay," Bruce said, "But would you vouch for us if someone saw me leaving Thor's room in the morning?"

There was a pause. "I'm afraid all lying privileges are in the hands of Mr Stark."

And Bruce put his hand palm up in a half-shrug gesture that indicated, 'See? What she said.'

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Thor was the first to be told of the capture. He had been resting, a reward from the king for such a successful hunt the month prior, and had spent the day regaling the local folk in the tavern with tales of daring fights and near-misses against creatures of the night. They bought him so many rounds of mead and ale, he soon had to offer it to others or else he wouldn’t be in a fit state to train the new recruits in the morning.

Ross knocked on his bedroom door and told him to get dressed. Thor looked towards the window and saw the full moon still lighting up the nights’ sky.

“‘s still nighttime,” he said blearily, wiping his face as he threw aside the bed-linens. Apparently they had been the finest the tavern had to offer, which wasn’t saying much when they had scratched and itched against Thor’s bare skin. He was used to luxury only few in the kingdom could afford, usually in the form of gifts from the king or the people who saw him as a hero.

“We need your assistance with this one. I don’t trust the others,” Ross said with a sneer. “Get to your horse immediately and head for the campsite.”

“Yes sir,” Thor said with a tired sigh.

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The epilogue to my ThorBruce week fic, Wayfarers. 

Remember this feeling; Home.

The world froze and Bruce tumbled to the ground. The fall from the metal monster he had spent the good part of the day in was higher than he had expected, and he hit the ground hard, feeling the pain jolt through his knees.

It didn’t matter; Bruce picked himself up, scanning the field for the one person that he needed to still be there. His eyes fell upon the man, the god, the person he had believed to be dead until such a short while ago- Thor.

Bruce shouted his name, and Thor turned to face him, his eyes widening when he saw the other man. He sprinted towards Bruce without a moment of hesitation. As soon as he reached the other man, Bruce fell into Thor’s arms,

The words tumbled out of Bruce’s mouth before he could even register what he was saying, repeating, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

Thor’s arms were around him, secure despite the tremble that Bruce could feel through them. Thor pulled back ever so slightly, taking Bruce’s face in his hands.

‘You have nothing to be sorry for,’ Thor told Bruce, his voice thick and earnest. ‘You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.’

‘The ship, I- we never- you left, we never talked about it, I- I shouldn’t have been so harsh,’ Bruce stumbled over his words, unsure of what he was trying to say. ‘I- the thought that that was the last thing I would say to you, I- I thought you were dead, Thor, I thought Thanos had killed you- oh god, I thought-‘

Thor pulled him close again, and Bruce buried his face in the crook of his neck.

‘I’m here,’ Thor said softly. ‘I’m alive.’

A/N: Kinda bummed I'm super late on the last prompt. Got super busy out of nowhere. But I didn't want this hanging in my drafts forever. Still, I loved this so very much! Thanks for joining me on this wonderful ride!! Incorrect quotes are gonna be picking up shortly. Just gotta write and queue em' up.

Summary: Thor learns how to cooks S'mores with Bruce. Delicious results occur!

Triggers: N/A

Word Count: 355

“Thor! Is the fire ready?” Bruce called from inside of the house. Thor was standing by a now lit fire. He turned his head to wear Bruce's voice came from.

Bruce had several things piled up in his arms. There were gram crackers, marshmallows, chocolate, and some sticks. Thor looked at the assortment of seemingly random items Bruce was carrying.

“The fire is ready. But what are you doing with all of that?” Thor asked, waving a hand to the items Bruce was placing next to their chairs. He then looked at Thor with a curious smile.

“We're making S'mores, like I promised!” Bruce said as he then opened the bag of marshmallows. “Here, grab a stick. I'll show you how to cook them.” Bruce explained, a hint of excitement in his tone. Hearing how happy Bruce was, Thor grabbed a stick without question.

Bruce then grabbed a marshmallow and put it onto the stick. Thor just looked at this with utter confusion and his darling couldn't help but laugh. Bruce then walked behind Thor, guiding his boyfriend and the stick to the fire.

“You put the marshmallow in the fire until its a golden brown color.” Bruce said, holding onto the stick with Thor. As Thor sat there and cooked the Marsh mellow, Bruce grabbed some gram crackers and chocolate, putting a piece of chocolate on each cracker.

“I think it's cooked.” Thor finally said after a few minutes have passed. Bruce then held out the gram crackers, each with a piece of chocolate on them.

“Put the marshmallow in the middle.” the curly haired man gently instructed. Thor did as he was instructed, and when the marshmallow was in the chocolate, Bruce formed a sandwich and tugged the marshmallow off the stick.

“And that's a S'more. Try it.” Bruce smiled. Thir then carefully took a bite as it was still hot. Everything melted in Thor's mouth in a pile of yummy gooy goodness.

“Banner, this is amazing!!” Thor exclaimed, a huge smile on his face.