#thorimagine

Created: 06/16/21

Last Updated: 06/16/21

SUMMARY: Reader isn’t sure how to tell Thor how she feels, so she decides buying him something for Valentine’s Day will do the trick.

Hearts filled every available space in the kitchen, their round edges plump and pink like puckered lips waiting for a kiss. On the center of the island sat a poorly painted ceramic heart twice the size of a watermelon. Instead of pink, it was an angry red like blood, which was ironic to say the least. I pictured a giant somewhere clutching its gaping chest, wondering why someone would steal its most vital organ and use it as a cheap Valentine’s Day decoration.

“What is this?” I asked Tony. He faltered on the ladder propped against the sink. He was holding a ribbon, but he let it fall when he turned; gravity slowed as the fabric drifted toward the garbage disposal.

“Uh, Pepper said I don’t take Valentine’s Day seriously, so I figured I’d surprise her,” he shrugged, eyeing his handy work. Honestly, it looked like a convenience store holiday sales pitch threw up all over the place, but Tony looked a little too proud for me to burst his bubble, so I nodded and gave him a weak smile.

“You did...good.” I could’ve sworn I’d bitten a hole in my tongue trying to keep my thoughts to myself. I glanced down at my jeans to make sure they hadn’t caught fire. Surprisingly, they were the same faded blue as before.

“I know,” said Tony, and it’s the exact thing I was expecting to come out of his mouth because Tony loves himself too much to be imperfect.

I changed the subject. “Have you seen Thor?” I leave out why I’m looking for him; there’s no way in hell I’d give Tony a reason to talk shit. In my bedroom was a gift, something only meant for Thor and no one else. Amongst the Avengers, I’m better known for my lack of “understanding” and “compassion” and my “inability to connect with others.” So I stuck to the minimal questions and prayed that Tony did in fact know where Thor was.

“He’s training. You know, working on the big guns? Trying to...get that bread?”

“You’ve been hanging out with Peter haven’t you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

And like almost every other conversation Tony and I have had, it ended as soon as it began. I took two of Nat’s special shakes (a whole lot of vodka with a smidge of orange juice) out of the fridge and started heading toward the elevator. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one going down. One awkward ride with a newbie agent and a couple of swigs of one of Nat’s shakes later, I was stepping out onto the third floor. Across from the elevator was a giant wall of glass. Through the wall, I could see Thor going at it with an innocent punching bag. His black tank top was soaked through with sweat, and his standard grey shorts were hanging low on his waist. There was something about seeing Thor in anything other than his traditional Asgardian armour that always threw me for a loop. Not that he looked bad, he just looked off.

If I let my mind wander a bit I could almost imagine he was just another dumb jock, but I knew that wasn’t true. Though he looked like the average American football star and sometimes acted like an imcompetent child, he was smart. And strong. And brave.

And incredibly attractive.

I mean, he could turn any room full of women into the Atlantic.

I banged on the glass with my fist and watched as Thor nearly jumped out of his skin. “Hey, thunder. I brought booze!” I threw open the door and stepped into the gym. Thor met me halfway with a bone crushing hug; he smelled awful but I wasn’t going to complain. Being in his arms felt like literal heaven, all safe and warm and comfortable like nothing in the world could touch us as long as we stayed right where we were.

He pulled away, and my body immediately went cold. He took one of the shakes from my hand and shook his head.

“Dear friend, how many times must I remind you your Midgardian booze is like water to me?” he scolded, but he was smiling and so was I.

“So does that mean you don’t want to drink with me anymore?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good. You’re literally the only person here I can drink with without me having to become someone’s babysitter.” Flashes of Clint attempting to shoot a fire hydrant with an arrow passed through my mind. I could practically hear Natasha now swearing on her life that she was the best at hide-n-seek; I’d spent half the night trying to find her. She’d been in one of the washing machines in the basement the whole time.

Thor’s booming laugh shook me out of my reverie. “I assure you a man of my nature needs no babysitter.”

“That’s good to know, Thor,” I said. “But, anyways, I actually came here to tell you I have something for you.”

One of Thor’s brows lifted as he took a sip of his shake. “A gift? What is the occasion?”

Fuck. I didn’t even take into consideration that he might not have understood earth holidays. Why, oh why, did I think this was a good idea? This is a perfect example of why I’m an Avenger and not a teacher.

“Well,” I started but had to stop and take a deep breath. “On earth we do this thing called Valentine’s Day where we sort of give gifts to the people we care about.”

“Ah, I see. Forgive me, but I did not get anyone anything.”

I peeled my eyes away from the floor to look up at Thor. He was frowning, the space between his brows pulled together.

“No, you’re fine,” I assured him. “Normally, people give people gifts on Valentine’s Day because they-well, they- uhm, they...maybesortofhaveamajorcrushonthem.” The last part came out in a rush, and I somewhat hoped Thor hadn’t been able to make out what I’d said, but of course he did. He was a god.

“But you say you’ve gotten a gift for me. Does that mean-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish before I began rambling on about how sorry I was for pushing my feelings on him and how it was totally okay if he didn’t feel the same and how I kept the receipt and could return the gift if he didn’t want it. By that point, my face was the color of a ripe tomato and my hands were trembling. I hadn’t realized Thor was only a few inches away until he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. My mind went into autopilot.

The walls began to melt and the dumbbells on the rack behind me were turning white and all the colors were melding together to form one big ball of blinding light and my body was on fire and I couldn’t feel my toes. Hands were in my hair, but I could barely register what was happening because my heart was thumping in my chest louder than I could handle and I couldn’t focus. My lips moved against his like petals desperate for rain. Somewhere outside thunder roared in the sky. Whether from the storm brewing in my chest or an actual storm, I would never know, but I wanted to drown in it and never come up for air because this was heaven.

All too soon Thor pulled away. His fingers were still tangled in my hair; he pulled my forehead to his, and I let him because I couldn’t bear not having a part of him not touching a part of me.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispered. I had no idea what I’d apologized for, but I nodded my head and promised I wouldn’t do it again.

He carefully moved his hand to my waist and smiled.

“I’d like to see this gift if that’s alright with you.”

I wanted to stay still. To press my thumb to my lips to hold his kiss in place. But Thor was tugging me toward the exit and into the elevator, and before I knew it, we were standing at the end of my bed and I was handing him the small, black box that I’d picked out two days ago.

He took the necklace out of the box and slipped it around his neck, the silver lightning bolt charm brushing against his chest.

As I stand here now in my white dress while Thor lifts the veil away from my face, I can’t help but look at that charm and remember that Valentine’s Day and that kiss and that fluttering feeling in my heart that I know will never go away.

Thor x Male!Reader, Loki, the Avengers, Nick Fury, Warriors Three, Lady Sif

Length: 1894 words

Warnings: none really fam, let me know if y’all enjoyed

Y/N, King-Consort to the King of Asgard, sat upon the planet’s golden throne. Said King-Consort’s face was drawn into a longing look, as he gazed towards the mural on the roof of the throne room. It was a royal mural, on which his husband was central. Y/E/C eyes grazed the painting’s features…

Missing Thor had become the new normal for Y/N, as the Asgardian in question was often away from his home. He spent six Midgardian months at-a-time on Midgard, defending said planet with his Avenger friends. However, considering the way that time works on Asgard, and the way that Asgardians age, six months should feel like nothing to Y/N. Yet, Y/N found himself constantly longing to see his husband… to kiss him… to touch him…

It felt like eons to Y/N, and though Thor was due back in only a few short weeks… it was decided that it was not going to be soon enough.

Like the lightning Thor produced, a mischievous thought struck the King-Consort. “Warrior’s Three, Lady Sif,” They stepped forward, “Will you inform my advisors’ that I shan’t be available today? I seem to have been suddenly taken ill,” Y/N let out a pathetically quiet cough, which fooled literally no-one, “Oh, there I go. See, ill. I’m much too unwell for any meetings, and as such I believe I should take rest in my chambers. It would behove me to ensure I do not allow such illness to spread to the kingdom.” His mischievous smile was very much reminiscent of his brother-in-law’s own.

The warriors that stood before him, all shared a lengthy look, before nodding to each other in confirmation. Turning back to their King-Consort, Lady Sif’s eyes sparkled with mirth, “’Tis the best course, indeed, majesty. Shall I also let the staff know to ensure your rooms be vacant, all day?”

Fandral was already nodding, “Hmm, that is a wise suggestion, my lady.” The man did not shy away from hiding his grin, “It would be awful to infect the servants with such ill-fated health.”

Agreeing wholeheartedly, Volstagg added, “The kingdom would be unable to run if the staff were taken ill.” The comment was true, and why the servants throughout Asgard were ensured payment for their services (payment that allowed them to afford anything they’d ever need).

“Truly. Well spoken, my friend.” Hogun patted the larger man on his back, nodding at the words.

“Thank you all.” Y/N stood from the throne, brushing down their copper tunic, “I shall retire then. ‘Goodnight’.”

“Sir,” Captain America’s blond head tilted up as he heard FRIDAY’s artificial voice filter into his personal quarters. “I’ve been informed that an incoming ‘Bifrost’ transportation tunnel is about to make contact with Earth.” Before Steve could even ask where, FRIDAY continued, “On the lawn in front of the building, sir. I’ve also told this information to King Thor, Prince Loki, Tony, and Director Fury.”

* “I’m not sitting in that metal trap

*”I will not be your personal diver”

*”WHERE ARE THE BREAKS!”

“Jesus.”

*his hand on your tight once he gets comfortable with driving.

* him liking trucks and not sports cars like you thought.

*car sex 😏

*”Thor asked me if you could teach him how to drive.”

*”I’m never getting into another metal death trap again.”

*”THOR YOUR TO BIG FOR SPORTS CARS!”

*”LOKI YOU AND YOUR BROTHER ARE HORRIBLE DRIVERS!”

*”SLOW DOWN!”

*you praying every time you get in with them.

*loving the smiles they have after they drive and not crash.”

*”thank you for teaching me.”

It’s Thorsday so have some headcanons with everyone’s favorite Asgardian Bae™!

Loves thicc!reader (obvi)

Crop top days are his favorite because he loves your little tum stickin out and he goes u.u every time he sees it.

Gets handfuls of your thighs when he gives you piggyback rides.

His hands scoot up though until he’s full on groping your butt and you have absolutely no problem with that ayyyy

Squishy fingers in his big, manly hands.

He carries you effortlessly and you feel like the ethereal goddess you are.

Thigh jiggles that mesmerize him when you walk around the house in your underwear.

Your booty tho.

When y'all walk together and he has his arm around your waist, his hand will slowly but surely make its way to your hip and just rests there.

Pats on your bum. ALL. THE. TIME.

When you’re sad, Thor pinches your face between his fingers to give you chubby chipmunk cheeks until you laugh and then do it to him too.

You took him to his first concert on Midgard and he put you on his shoulders and gave your thighs little squeezes all night.

Eating together is like your favorite past time. You always order something different whenever you go out and then share it all so you can each have a taste.

Thor shares his poptarts with you and absolutely nobody else.

He also likes to feed you like the queen you are, treating you to the delicacies of Asgard whenever possible.

Takes you to the gym with him so he can spot you while you do your squats.

Thor loves when you tag along too because spandex compression shorts.

However, he immediately regrets it because he’s not the only checking you out during your workout.

AU/Summary: Thor and Loki are the brothers of hell and also sons of hades. They need a wife and Hades picks you up.

A/N: I’m not the best speller. Please leave feedback and if you want to be tagged.

Warnings:

Word count:

My beta: @true-queen-of-mischief

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“I’m Hades. But you can call me Odin.” I love around and see his giant throne. And pillars. This is a throne room. The throne room of the underworld. “Y/N!” I snap back up at him. How does he know my name. Odin or Hades starts descending from his throne. I with shaky legs get up. It’d be stupid run right?

“So. Your Hades?” Odin nods. The girls who kidnapped me start giggling.

“Don’t mind them they’re just maids. You’ll soon be their boss.” The two stop and look at Odin like they didn’t know.

“Your magisty-.” The one starts.

“You can leave us!.” With that they bow and glare at me on the way out. I give a questioning glance and take a step back. “I have two sons.” He starts walking back and forth. “One’s arrogant. Ones stuck in his ways.” He stops and points to the paintings on the ceiling. “Loki dark hair. Thor blonde hair.” I see two beautiful men. They are definitely gods. “They can’t find a woman or keep one for their long ass life. So I’ve had to take measures in my own hands.” He begins walking again but no without asking me to walk with him. Witch I do. We start to walk threw beautiful hallways that show a not so beautiful outside. More painting and other stuff that isn’t important. “I need you to at least try and-”

“Hold up. Mr god if hell. If you say I need to date one of them I won’t.” He smiles.

“Then at least show them how life is above. They’ve been but as guests. Never as a human.” He says looking me up and down. Rude. Very rude of you. This old man is making me a babysitter.

“Why. Just pick one of the other god children. There arranged marriage.” I say crossing my arms. Note to self. The front desk can answer and questions you need.

“We tried it worked for a little. But they always-”

“Made their wife want to kill them.” I say.

“Yes and in god world that could literally happen.” Odin says looking at me straight faced. I can’t help but laugh. “What’s funny.”

“Nothing. Nothing.” I say clutching my stomach. “Wow. Ok. I’m done.” I say whiping a tear.

“I know you don’t have to work or do anything till Saturday so your staying here a week.” Odin says. We stop at a bedroom. I feel I’ve only gone along with this because if I didn’t I’d probably be dead. Like this guys heart is probably made of fire or something. You have dogs to take care. Just listen. Do what he says. And you’ll be back home in no time. “Your oddly calm about this.”

“I don’t know how to get home. Remember. Bag over head.” I make a bag over head motion. “And honestly. Hell is scary.”

“Good thing you won’t be we when you die. Your good deeds to the community have given you an all access pass to where my brothers live.” Odin rolls his eyes. Oh forgot he’s the shit brother. Can’t wait to see witch is witch with his children.

I stand there awkwardly. “Oh! Y/n tomorrow you’ll meet the boys. I already have clothes and stuff in your room. Someone will get you for dinner. Wear something nice.” And with that he winks then disappears.

I wave around in front of me. “Uh Mr Hades? Odin? Jesus gods are weird.” I open my door to a beautiful bedroom.

“Wow.” I close the door behind me. I walk into a door. “NOW THATS A SHOWER!” Wow this is cool. I walking to the closet. It’s filled with dresses for this world and clothes for mine. I swear if Hades stalked me with so weird god shit. Ima slap him. I walk out and see there’s a lock on the door. I immediately lock it. I take my phone out of my pocket and have no service. “Well I am under neath the signal.” I put my phone under my pillow. Strip and jump into my bed I guess. Soon to be consumed by sleep.

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Hades walks down the halls and into the boys wing of the castle. Loki is reading and Thor outside practicing his hammer.

As soon as his presence is known both boys look up. Loki is the first to speak.“What is it father.”

Thor places his hammer down and walks inside.

“She’s here. She’ll be at dinner tonight.” Both boys start a little panic.

“You can’t jus-”

“That’s mad! Let here go!” Loki says above Thor.

“She’s very calm about this whole situation for she knows if she doesn’t listen I’ll have to kill her. Because nobody can really know we exist.”

“Oh that’s rich. She’s been scared into calm because she has a ring of death around her.” Loki says throwing his hands up. Thor just looks at his father with disgust. Loki has been married off many times and it has failed in the marriage part. He has other kids. Thor not so much.

“Your a disappointment my child of mischief.” Loki rolls his eyes.

“Yeah yeah.” He waves his hands and walks outside.

“Thor. You are to be king. You need to marry.” Thor nods. Nervous about how the little human will think about him. He’s not a whimp. Just god women have been known to be different from human women. It’s new.

“I’ll do my best father.” Hades nods and walks away.

“Your not actually going to do this.” Loki says leaning on the wall.

“You did it.” Thor says plopping on the couch.

“They agreed also. And it didn’t work.”

“This time it’s different.”

“She’s our prisoner pretty much. And is-”

“Why do you care about human life all of a sudden Loki?” Thor says taking his hand from under his chin out of its rested position. “You’ve kill millions. Hmm?”

Loki looks down. “She owns an animal rescue. And takes care of her father. Taking away her life is wrong when she won’t even end up her when she dies.” Loki looks up. “I overheard mother and father talking about her. Mother thinks it’s a good idea too.”

Rescues animals and takes care of the elderly and she got stuff with them. No wonder.

“What are we going to do now? She’s here.” Thor says. “Wait mom is that desperate to see us married?” Loki nods already saying to much. He is the god is mischief. He was going to find out if she was worth it or not.

“We’re the sons of hell. To marry an angel would be wrong.” Loki says and walks away. Thor just sits there. Animal rescuer. Wonder if she’d like Cerberus? Thor says waking away into his own room.

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A/N: guess with bedroom is for witch boy. I wish I had my own wing of a castle. And did y'all expect Loki to feel bad. Remember it’s an AU so…

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Sending all day in bed with Loki watching Netflix. Cuddling, Holdig hands.