#thorxreader

You clutched the blue drawing tapestrys so tightly in your hands, that your fingers were cramping and your knuckles were turning white. But you didn't let go, your body not thinking of that right now, but rather the pleasure that ws rolling in waves across your body as Thor ate you out, kneeling before you like you were royalty. 

Your legs were over his shoulders while you were sitting on the windowsill of his grand bedroom. Your black was against the glass, many of distances above the ground. The window was closed very tightly and Thor would never let you fall anyways, but there was still that fear in the back of your head. 

There was also the granted fear of being seen through Thor's window. But it was an unnecessary worry since the window were reflected so the palace had full privacy.

Thor was, as said before, on his knees in front of you. His long blond hair was in a ponytail behind his back. His eyes were closed, relishing you as he tasted you. His large hands gripped the thighs that were over his broad shoulders. His tongue licked a slow stripe up your pussy and you panted, clutching the curtains tighter. 

"Cum for me Princesse." He finally commanded, opening his eyes so you could see the stormy gray-blue brewing in his lovely orbs. 

"Th-Thor." You cried out, letting yourself go immediately as you had been holding the waterworks back for some time. 

"There we go." Thor hummed, lapping up your juices, much quicker this time. His eyes were a little mischievous as he looked up at you. He had been teasing you very consistently throughout the entire day. 

He helped you down from the windowsill, but kept you there so your back was against the ledge. He kissed down your body before holding a hand out and Mjolnir flew to his hand. 

Your cunt clenched, just looking at it, knowing where this was going. Thor loved using the electricity he could hone from the familiar, to make you cum from its pleasant vibrations and power. 

"Turn around for me Princesse." Thor whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek softly as he did so. 

You turned, placing your hands on the windowsill, looking out at the Asgardian city. From here, all you could see was the colours of the rooftops, so small and close together that they seemed to form a quilt of squares across the ground. 

"Relax." Thor demanded as you felt the end of the handle of Mjolnir at your cunt. You closed your eyes, breathing out, letting your body lie pliable against the windowsill. You focused your mind on not reacting, breathing in and out easily. 

He started to inch the weapon inside of you, little by little until it was fully seated inside of you. 

"Look at you." Thor said, almost proudly. Your cunt was fluttering around the handle, trying to get used to the size and girth along with how it felt inside of you. After all, it was stiff, rounded, and made of indestructible wood with ridges of metal. "On your knees Princesse." He murmured softly and you gently went onto your knees, Thor kneeling with you as he kept a hold on the hammer until the head of it touched the floor. 

"Ride it." Thor commanded, stepping back now. You put your hands on the windowsill, using it at leverage to help yourself as you lifted yourself up and down the object. Everytime your walls scraped over one of the metal ridges along the handle, little jolts of electric pleasure coursed through you. 

Your moans stuttered out of you as you tried moving faster, the pleasure increasing as you did so. Your fingers dug into the wood of the windowsill, making little indents in them, matching all of the other crescent moon shaped indentations that already littered the wooden ledge. 

"Oh fuck~" You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut tight as your pleasure started to reach the crest. You tried to keep moving, wanting to feel the pleasure of cumming, but you were also slowing down at the same time, an ache in your legs from fucking yourself on the familiar. "My King, please." You begged. 

"Yes, you've done so well Princesse." Thor said softly. You felt his warm body heat as he knelt behind you, wrapping his arms lightly around your waist. You settled fully down on the hammer, the length of the handle sending tingly shocks through your body. You whimpered, swiveling your hips over and over again, feeling you nub throb as you were about to cum. . .

Thor pressed a single finger to your clit and the power between him and the familiar soared through it. You came immediately, cunt pulsating around the handle like it'd never had pleasure before. Thor's arms kept a hold on you so that you didn't fall over, body completely loose, unable to control itself. 

It always took a while for you to come down from the high and this time was no different. When your body had finally settled from it's release, Thor had already pulled Mjolnir from your cunt, your head resting on his leg while he ran his fingers through your hair. 

"Are you alright Princesse?" Thor asked softly. 

"Yes my King." You answered immediately, though your voice was dry. "Will you. . . please fuck me My King?" 

"No." Thor answered, which shocked you for a second, before he manhandled you into his arms, standing up so that he could walk over and lay you down on the bed. "I shall make love to you, my love." 

"Jerk." You muttered, punching his arm lightly while he smiled warmly down at you. 

He pushed into you, his arms gathered under you so that you were pressed close to his chest. He loved fucki- making love to you in a way where you were as close to him as possible. He loved you very deeply and you loved him just as much. 

His thrusts were long and deep, hitting you in ways that Mjolnir never could, even if it had stimulating, vibration power. Thor's cock moved through you, sweeping along your sweet spots, hitting deep inside of you, before pulling out to do it all over again. 

His lips kissed you. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, under your ear, along your collarbone. Any bare skin that he could reach as he was able to continue making love to you without breaking his rhythm, he kissed. 

Your hands left the crumpled sheets underneath you, running up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. Fingers reached up, pulling our the rubber that he had used to keep his hair back, before sheathing themselves inside his long locks, curling around the silky strands. Your other hand pressed against his shoulder, nails digging into his skin, causing him to moan lightly. 

He held out a hand, Mjolnir flying to it immediately. "Cum for me Princesse." 

You easily could've without him touching Mjolnir to your clit, electrical vibrations shooting through your body so that you arched off the bed, screaming as your release hit you hard. Pleasure tingled from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. It was overwhelming and fantastic and you settled back on the bed, panting hard, spots dancing in front of your eyes. 

"So beautiful." Thor murmured softly, dropping Mjolnir over the side of the bed as he pulled out you. It made a hard *thunk* against the ground that the both of you ignored, Thor rolling onto his back, pulling you into his arms. 

"Mm, I love you." You murmured, laying your head on his chest, tuckered out. Even though he'd practically done all the work, you felt like you'd ran a marathon. Your entire body felt like jelly, still tingling with vibrations. 

“I want to go.”

Loki lets out a sigh, crossing his arms. “I don’t know, you haven’t been to Midgard in years. It’s changed an awful lot since 1918.”

You childishly stomp your foot, letting out a huff. “Come on, Loki. I haven’t been anywhere in ages and I’m going crazy up here with Fandral and the others. Sif is off with Thor, I can’t believe she left here.”

“If we go, we might have to deal with Thor’s little team of Avengers. I’m sure you can handle most of them but they have this green beast. He is quite…” Loki trails off, looking quite horrified as he relives the memory of Hulk smashing him.

“Ah, Thor’s told me about his berserker friend, I’d love to meet him! Come on, Loki! Take me to Midgard. I want to know if their preferences in ice cream have changed.”

Loki shakes his head, knowing it was useless to try to change your mind. “I said come on, Loki!” You wrap your hand around his tie, tugging gently.

“Alright! Alright, stop rushing me and let go of my tie will you?” He places a hand on your shoulder, teleporting away.

A gasp leaves your lips as you take in the sight in front of you. “Oh, they definitely didn’t have this in 1918.” You pointed to the gigantic screens in the middle of Times Square. “I want ice cream, take me to some.” You demand, turning to Loki.

“So demanding, come along.” He takes your hand, leading you through the busy streets of New York.

“Midgard has changed in some ways but not as much as I thought. Tell me, do they still squabble like children of petty things? The last time I was here I fought in a war for them, I never knew they could be so cruel and violent towards one another for the simple matter of skin color, sexuality, and belief differences. They put some of our greatest enemies to shame with their torture and war methods.” You let out a sad sigh, suddenly losing your appetite for ice cream.

“If it helps, they are slowly progressing. They won’t change overnight. Even if they were to have one ruler t-”

“Oh, Norns not this again. Loki, your plan failed, you got your ass kicked let it go.”

Loki gives you a scandalized look as you go back to your ice cream, not wanting it to go to waste.

“Beg your pardon? If I was in my right mind, I would’ve won. I could’ve conquered Midgard, Y/N. I could’ve conquered and we would’ve ruled them with a firm hand. It would’ve been glorious.”

Your deadpan expression doesn’t change. “Loki, that plan sucked ass and we both know you truly didn’t want to rule Midgard, just as you didn’t want to rule Asgard. You just love to show up Thor and what better way to do it by conquering the realm his mortal lover lived on? Plus wasn’t that purple grape in your head along with the space stone? My love, you would’ve been a shitty ruler. Don’t get me started with my issues, first time someone pisses me off, I’m going to chop their head off. No questions asked. We’d get bored after six months.”

Loki is silent before deflating, “I suppose you are right in a way.”

“I’m always right. Now I want more ice cream and then take me exploring some more.”

The cashier gulps as he sees the pair of you coming back to the counter. “Please don’t pull your sword out on me anymore.”

Loki smirks knowing you pulled out your sword only to get free ice cream and scare the cashier for fun.

“I want more ice cream, this time on a cone. Hurry.” Your glare doesn’t lessen on the terrified cashier until his trembling hands are handing you and Loki your ice cream cones. Suddenly your expression changes, a bright smile on your face, “Thank you mortal! You’ve been a wonderful server. Have a good day.”

Loki hears the poor cashier let out a sigh, followed by a curse, “what the fuck was that? Was that Loki?”

“You are such a troll,” Loki says as the two of you make your way out of the shop. You pretend to look clueless, “what’s a troll?”

_____

The two of you spent the rest of the day touring New York, Loki taking you to popular sites. It was a truly peaceful day until the Avengers ruined it of course.

Loki gives the landing quinjet a disappointed glare as he pushes you behind him. “Loki, what are you doing? Who are they?”

“These are my brother’s Avengers. They’ve more than likely come to attack and arrest us.” Loki replies. He doesn’t see your hardened gaze as you watched the Avengers exit the jet.

“Loki, we need you to come with us.” The man in a bright, colored costume and shield says, extending a hand with a pair of cuffs.

“My apologies but are those bedclothes?” You asked from behind Loki. The question causes everyone’s eyes to turn to you. You hear the metal robot let out a snicker as the green beast grunts.

“Who are you? Are you an accomplice of Loki’s?” Bedclothes ask.

“I am Y/N, that’s all you need to know. Now, who should I start with first?” You question, holding out a hand, catching the arrow that was hurdling towards Loki's head. You snap it in half, letting the pieces fall to the ground. “It’s obvious you came here for a fight and that is what I shall give you.” Your seidr washes over you, banishing your Midgardian clothes for your armor.

You can see the mortal ready themselves for a fight but you only had eyes for the green beast. He gives you a nasty smirk, which you return. “Handle them and I’ll handle him.” You tell Loki before dodging the beast’s fist that it was seconds from hitting you.

“Guys, you’re seeing this right? Tell me I’m not the only one seeing this! Loki and whoever the hell this other Asgardian is, they’re kicking our asses!” Tony grunts out as he barely manages the dodge the shield hurled his way.

“Where’s Thor when you need him?” Natasha grunts out through the coms as the Asgardian throws her off her back and she lands a few feet away.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in ages! Come on, beast! I know you can hit harder than that!” The mad Asgardian cackles with glee, battling the Hulk.

“They’re fucking delusional and who was going to tell us Loki was this fucking powerful?! He wasn’t like this during New York!,” Clint says in disbelief.

Just then there’s a crackle of thunder, the familiar sighting of the Bifrost baring down. Loki lets out a groan, making his way to the other Asgardian side. “I think our fun is over. Thor has arrived.”

“BROTHER! STOP TH-” Thor cuts off staring at the sight in front of him. “Y/N?! Why are you battling my shield brother Hulk?! What is this madness?!”

Loki points to The Avengers, “Y/N and I were simply enjoying our day when they attacked us. You know how Y/N craves battle and I wasn’t going to leave them. Though Y/N handled them on their own.”

“Thor! You didn’t tell me your berzerker friend was such a worthy opponent!” You greet your long-time friend with a smile as Hulk lets out an angry roar.

“COME BACK AND FIGHT PUNY GOD!”

“In a minute, berzerker!” You called out, flying over to hug Thor. He returns the hug, looking at his team members confused.

“You mean to tell me that this is just fun and games to you?” Clint yells out, frustrated.

You turn back to him and the others, “Of course, you are mere mortals. I’ve faced down gods and won, what could you possibly do against me? And Loki with a stable mind on top of that? This was just a fun spare. If we wanted to truly destroy you, you’d know. Trust me.”

“PUNY GOD FUN TO FIGHT!”

Laptop? Check. Information sheets? Check. Design drawings? Check. Contracts? Check. Flash drive? Check. Warranty paperwork? Check.

The elevator dinged softly before you could finish your mental checklist and suddenly a wave of nerves racked over you. But you smiled confidently, holding your head high as you walked towards Tony Stark. Holy crap! It really was Tony Stark!

"Hello Mr. Stark, I'm (y/n) (l/n), it's a pleasure to meet you, sir," You stuck out your hand with a bright smile.

"Please, call me Tony," He shook your hand, "And the pleasures all mine, I had Jarvis contact you immediately when I heard about your discoveries with nanotech."

You followed Tony into a room with a large meeting table and a screen for projections, "I have to say I was very surprised and excited to receive your call. It's truly an honor.. I've got all my research and my notes for you to look over. I think it's totally possible to use nanotech to create your suit. The easiest way to store the whole suit would be to form a small housing unit, we could make it look like your old arc reactor."

"So, if I'm not mistaken this nanotech is tiny moving plates that will move over my body and form the suit?"

You smiled, nodding as you pulled up your laptop, "That's the easiest way to put it, it's hundreds of tiny plates that will when programmed to your touch, spread over your body, adjust to your body size and the clothes you're wearing, and will then form your suit."

"That sounds amazing, when's the soonest we could begin developing this?" Tony questioned looking over all your research papers.

"Well I think--"

"Tony! We are out of the hot chocolate drink! I need more!" A booming voice shouted as none other than the God of Thunder entered the room, his eyes immediately flicking to you, "Oh, hello. Please excuse my terrible manners. You must be Lady (y/n) that Tony has a meeting with. I'm Thor Odinson of Asgard, God of Thunder."

You smiled shyly, "Hello Thor, I'm (y/n) (l/n). Anyways, Tony, we could--"

"Pardon my interruption," Thor flashed you a wide smile, "But I must say you are one of the most beautiful female mortals I have ever seen."

Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from Thor, "Thank you."

"Is this meeting about your new suit?"

Tony, who clearly was not too pleased with Thor, nodded.

"You see, Lady (y/n), being a God and all. I am so mighty I do not need a suit. I have my muscles and my hammer."

You smiled, noticing Thor's attempt at flirting before looking back at Tony, "We can start this weekend. I'll need to take your measurements to get an idea of how large the nanotech will need to spread. Once I've done that I can begin working on the suit and the housing unit."

"Great!" Tony smiled, pushing your papers back towards you, "I'll have Jarvis set up an appointment and give you the information to stop by any idea you need. You already have my personal number in case you need to reach me."

"Sweet, thank you very much, Tony. It's truly a pleasure to work with you."

Thor smiled at you, quickly interjecting, "I can walk you down, Lady (y/n). Ensure you get to your car safely."

Tony watched as you continued to pack your things while Thor tried to flirt with you relentlessly. Thor couldn't help it. You were stunning, absolutely perfect. It was clear that you were a very successful young woman. You were ambitious enough to accept a private meeting with Tony and ambitious enough to build a suit for him. Everyone knew that nobody was allowed to work on Tony's suits except for him.

Thor was beginning to realize he was beyond fascinated with you. He loved the way you held yourself, your confidence, and how smart you were. You were a human, you weren't like Steve or Tony. Sure, you possessed unreal intelligence but you clearly hadn't let it get to you like Tony tended to. Even as he walked you to your car Thor couldn't stop flirting with you, determined to impress you as much as you had impressed him.

"Thank you, Thor, I appreciate this. It can be a bit intimidating coming to a place like Avengers Tower where all you superheroes are," You're shy smile returned as you placed your briefcase back in your car.

You turned to see Thor's shocked face, "Intimidating? We should be the ones intimidating with someone as talented, intelligent, and ambitious as you Lady (y/n)."

Your cheeks flamed at his compliment, "Thank you. I hope I'll be seeing more of you when I come to work with Tony."

"As do I."

"That was so stupid. Could you be any more obvious with your flirting?"

Thor waited to watch you drive away before he went back into the tower. Tony stood with his arms crossed, looking over Thor's lovestruck face, rolling his eyes at the sight.

Thor frowned, "You must be bold to get a girl like her. Stupid, and also kinda cool right?"

“I know what Thanos is capable of,” Loki says, his tone low and filled with dread. “I’ve been bent to his will and the instrument through which he exacted his first attack on your planet.”

"I'm not saying that working with the Avengers secures us the win. It just means that we'd have a fighting chance." Loki keeps his face carefully blank and I squint at him. “Unless you think that won’t be enough.”

“I know it won’t be enough,” he grinds out. “And I know this because there are three Infinity Stones on this planet, and Thanos won’t stop until he has all three of them.”

“Three?” Thor’s brow furrows. “I am only aware of two.”

“That’s because the last time you were on Earth there were only two.” He holds out his hand and a glowing blue cube materializes in his palm. “I possess the third.”

“And you couldn’t say something earlier?!” I hiss. “You’ve been talking us in circles when you had the answer up your sleeve the entire time.”

“You should’ve told us, brother,” Thor growls. “This isn’t the time for keeping secrets.”

“How am I to know?” Loki demands. “Your human has so much magic hidden inside of them, how can I assume that she has only the best intentions in mind?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.

“Don’t you?” Loki hisses. “You speak of performing spells that someone like you should have absolutely no access to as if you’re simply going for a stroll.”

“Wh-”

“Do you realize how much power is necessary to track something across the galaxy?” His eyes narrow and I try to shrink away from him. “There is something old and powerful within you that you’ve been tapping into. I’m surprised even Thor hasn’t noticed yet.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” I glance between Loki and Thor, confused. "Thor?"

Thor shakes his head. "True, she's powerful, but I don't know what you're talking about, brother."

Loki scowls. “Of course you don’t. I don’t know why I even bother asking.”

“If you know so much, why don’t you fix everything then, huh?” I demand. “Because all you’ve been this morning is contrary and argumentative.”

“Clearly I’m not capable of solving this problem on my own, or even with my brother added to the equation.”

“Then what’s your grand plan?”

“Your power, in your untrained state, is volatile. But,” he says. “I could teach you.”

“You mean use me and my magic as you see fit,” I correct.

“No, I simply mean that I could better help you to hone your skills than Heimdall can from where he is,” Loki explains. “I am more than talented enough to bring out your full potential.”

“That doesn’t sound much better than what I just said you’d do.” I scowl. “Besides, we wouldn’t have to worry about taking down a galactic super tyrant as a band of three if we just call the fucking Avengers.”

“Oh please, you’ll need to know either way.”

“Maybe. But I’m sure as hell not learning from you, and I’m definitely not having this argument.”

I push myself up from the kitchen table and hurry up the stairs to shut myself in my office. I sit down in my chair, sigh, and put my head down on my desk.

“Childish,” I mumble.

A quiet thump against the door draws my attention away from wallowing in self pity. When the sound doesn’t come again, I get up to investigate.

Upon opening the door, I find Charles sitting outside, patiently waiting for me to let him in. I gesture for him to come inside and he meows before trotting through the door. He hops up onto my chair and then my desk, where he curls up on his blanket under the desk lamp. Only when he’s settled am I reminded that I hid in my office to distract myself with work.

I open my laptop and check my email.

Someone knocks softly and cracks open the door.

“I’m working,” I say.

“It’s been hours, (Y/N).” I glance up and Thor slips into the room. “I brought you something to eat.”

“Oh.” He holds out a plate with a sandwich and carrot sticks on it and I take it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Thor scoops up Charles from the desk and takes a seat on the couch. I pick up a carrot and roll it between my thumb and index finger before taking a bite.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I say. ”I was out of line, storming off like that. I should’ve stuck around.”

“Maybe, but there are times when Loki ignores the comfort of others in favor of pushing on with his own plans. But being the loudest person in the room doesn’t make him right.”

I nod. “I just don’t want to set things back because of a stupid argument. There are more important things to deal with right now than my anxiety over learning to control my magic.”

“I’d say you’ve got a fine grasp on your magic, for now. We wouldn’t be anywhere near where we are, had you not worked so diligently with Heimdall to find Loki.”

“Recklessly, is more like it,” Heimdall says. “Though I cannot argue with his logic. You’ve made incredible progress in your skill in the time that I’ve been teaching you.”

“But should I take Loki up on his offer?” I ask, my voice small. “I saw what happened when he restored your memories. I’m not sure my body could handle that.”

“I’m sure it would be different, were he to teach you and not forcibly put the knowledge into your mind, but…” Thor shakes his head. “That’s not a choice that I can make for you.”

“I know.” I pick at the sandwich. “I still think we should contact your team. Even if Loki’s right, and they aren’t enough, they’re bound to know more people that can help.”

“Then we’ll call them.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“What about Loki?”

“Loki doesn’t know everything, and I am well aware that I’ll never be able to convince him otherwise. But we don’t need to halt our progress simply because he disagrees with your plan.”

“Thing is, it’d be really nice if it weren’t just my plan.”

“It’s not. I have your back on this.”

I nod. “How do we contact them, though? It’s not like I can just google their phone number.”

“There’s no need.”

“Huh?”

“I memorized Stark’s number years ago.”

“You… memorized Tony Stark’s personal phone number?”

“I did. With the way he flits from one thing to another, he is not an easy man to keep track of. Most of the team either memorized his number or stuck to him like glue.”

I laugh. “I see.”

He smiles. “You should eat. We’ll call after.”

With my meal finished, Thor and I situate ourselves on the floor in the middle of my office. Charles climbs all over our laps and I have to push his face away from my phone several times.

“You’re sure this is the right number?”

“I’m certain.”

“Okay.” I dial the number, put the phone on speaker, and hold it away from me. “What if he doesn’t answer?”

“He will, (Y/N). It’s not as if it’s easy to find this number.”

“Okay.” I bite my thumb, unsure of what to do with myself. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Explain the situation. We know Thanos is close and that Banner is Earth-side." He tries to reassure me with a smile. "You can do this. I promise."

The phone suddenly stops ringing and my eyes snap to Thors. He nods once and I focus in on the phone.

“How did you get this number.” It’s not a question.

“Tony Stark, right?” I ask.

“If you know enough to ask, then you know you’ve got the right number. Now, how’d you find it?”

“Thor gave it to me.”

“Bullshit.”

“Considering he’s sitting directly across from me right now, I’m gonna say it’s really not.”

"Still don't believe you."

"Well, I could always hand the phone off…" I catch Thor shaking his head. "I'm getting a firm no from the big guy, so I'm gonna say he wants me to do most of the talking."

"Convenient."

“Yeah, extremely. Listen, you can hang up on me, but at least hear me out. I wouldn’t even think about calling you or anyone on your team if it weren’t a life or death situation.”

He sighs. “Fine. If I don’t like what I hear, I’m hanging up.”

“I can’t promise you’ll like it.”

“Just talk.”

I take a deep breath and start talking.

“A few months ago, Thor crash landed in the forest just outside of town. No memory of what happened to get him there or anything like that. I helped him find Loki, who restored his memory, we found out that Asgard was destroyed and then the ship they were on was attacked by a galactic tyrant named Thanos, who’s on his way to Earth as we speak.” I pause a moment to take a breath. “But you knew that last bit already.”

“How would you know?”

“Because Dr. Banner’s back on Earth.”

“... Yes he is. Crashed into some wizard's place on Bleeker Street.”

I frown and glance up at Thor. “Wizard?”

Thor leans forward. “Stark, you said a wizard on Bleeker Street?”

“That you, Hammer Time?‘

“Yes, it’s me. You said a wizard on Bleeker Street. Do you mean Doctor Strange?”

“Have you two met?”

“Yes, actually. Last time I was in New York.”

“Really wish you’d given us a call, pal.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time, but right now we have bigger things to worry about.”

“Right, another alien invasion. What do they want this time?”

“The infinity stones,” Thor answers. “I’ve no clue how many he’s managed to gather as of now, but there are three on Earth as we speak.”

“Three?”

“One is with Strange, one with Vision, and the third is here, with Loki.”

“Thanos is coming here because we’ve got half of what he needs,” I interject. “If we can figure out a way to protect the stones here or use them against him, we’ll be better off in the long run.”

“And where do you play into this?” Stark asks.

“I just want to help. I can’t fight, but I can use magic. I’ll do whatever I can do make sure we win.”

“You really dig deep into that ‘we’ thing. We haven’t even met yet.”

“I trust her,” Thor says. “She’s powerful, and more than that, she’s reliable.”

“And what about Loki?”

“He’ll see reason, in the end.” Thor nods resolutely. “I’ll see to it that he does.”

“Good. I’ll fill the team in and send a Quin out to pick you three up. Be ready to leave early tomorrow.” He pauses. “Where exactly are you?”

“You’re the one with the fancy computers,” I say. “I’m sure you’re more than capable of tracing the call.”

Stark laughs. “You’re right. I started looking before I even picked up.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“What’s your name, mystery girl?”

“(Y/N).”

“Alright, (Y/N). I look forward to meeting you.”

“You too.”

The line goes dead and I drop the phone to the carpet before scrubbing my hands over my face.

“That went much better than I expected it would,” Thor admits.

“I never wanna do that ever again.” I laugh a little hysterically. “I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.”

“I promise, he’s a kind man. He is, however…”

“A little paranoid?” Thor nods. “I can’t say I blame him.”

“Are you sure that you want to go with us?”

“Of course. I can’t let you guys cowboy around on your own, especially knowing your team’s past with Loki.”

“I only worry that you may not be safe.”

“I know, but I’ll be able to protect myself, to some extent, and I’m going to work on my magic so that I’ll be stronger before we have to fight. But, until then,” I push myself to my feet. “I need to apologize to your brother.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I figure I should be in good standing with someone before I ask them to teach me something.”

“You’re going to accept his offer?”

“I am. I have conditions, but we don’t have the luxury to wait for Heimdall now.” I cast my eyes upwards. “Absolutely no offense to you, we’re just pressed for time.”

“None taken. (Y/N). As it stands, I’m afraid we’ve most likely exhausted our resources.”

“Duly noted.” I reach out to Thor and he takes my hand. “Things’ll be fine. I promise.”

“I know.” He kisses my knuckles. “But that doesn’t mean that I fully trust Loki.”

“Don’t have to trust him to benefit from his knowledge.”

At that, Thor laughs. "I suppose you're right."

"Would you think of dinner ideas while I talk to him?”

Thor nods and gently pushes me towards the door before getting to his feet. Charles follows us out into the hall and takes off down the stairs. Thor finds Daisy when we reach the ground floor and takes her outside to play. I find Loki in the living room, reading a book on the couch. Charles has situated himself in the recliner across the room and is glaring at Loki, tail swishing.

“You should make an effort to tame your beasts,” Loki says, calmly turning the page in his book.

“Oh really, you’re worried about a little house cat?”

“He doesn’t like me.”

“I don’t like you much, either, so I can’t really blame him.”

He closes the book and sets it to the side. “What is it that you want?”

“I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier.”

“Why?”

“Because I was harsh and abrupt, and I figure it’s better to apologize before I ask you to teach me than after.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“The Avengers are sending a jet to pick us up tomorrow. All of us need to be ready for what’s coming, and Heimdall won’t be able to make it before Thanos does.”

He grins and leans forward on his knees, clearly enjoying this. “So what you’re saying is… you need my help.”

“Yes, that’s what I just said.”

He sighs and leans against the back of the couch, examining his nails. “It’s alright to admit you were wrong, you know.”

“I literally just did. I’m saying that I need your help to fully understand my magic.”

“Now,” he rises to his feet and quickly approaches me. “Was that so hard?”

I roll my eyes and walk off to the back door. “You’re ridiculous.”

Alright, so we’re headed directly towards a confrontation with Thanos. More than a little stressful to think about, if I’m being honest. Learning from Loki won’t be any treat either, I’m sure.

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This fic:

After the snap you had assumed that Thor was dead...because you never saw him again. You didn’t hear tale of him on the news or receive any letters or phone calls or mentions of him. So like so many other people, you’d simply assumed he’d been one of the ones lost. This was difficult at first simply because he’d been your partner and you’d loved him. It got increasingly more difficult when you realised that you were pregnant with his child and he wasn’t around to help. You hadn’t really envisioned yourself as a parent, at least not right then, you’d always thought it would be a little bit more...well, planned. But, you loved your son, even if you hadn’t expected to have him so soon.

Bragi was a beautiful child, he had your hair and your skin, but his eyes were the unmistakable shape and deep blue colour of Thor’s. Even his smile reminded you of the God. He was a shy child. At five years old he preferred to let you lead with strangers and often hid behind your legs until he felt more comfortable. He wasn’t a very wild five year old, he preferred to sit and read books with you or draw pictures than run around wrecking havoc. The perfectly little angel really, but you worried about how reserved he was.

You never hid information about Thor from him, you’d told him how his father had been an amazing super hero and how he was funny and bold. But, you never knew how to tell him that he was dead, so you simply said he was off doing important super hero business. Bragi never questioned you, never doubted you, and it made you dread the day that your lie came back to haunt you.

You were sat together at the kitchen table drawing on brightly coloured paper with crayons when a knock sounded at your front door. You smiled down at Bragi, ruffled his hair a little, and told him, “Keep drawing, i’ll go see who it is, okay, baby?”

He simply nodded, not even looking up from his drawing of a fish and you knew he would be fine for the few minutes you’d be at the front door. Your first thought was that it must have been the post man, until you remembered that the post had already been delivered. Then you wondered if it was one of your friends or perhaps family, that was ruled out by the large shadow at the glass of your door. Your friends weren’t that large.

You couldn’t deny a little worry as you turned the handle, but it was the middle of the day and you knew it was probably a parcel delivery or some such. Except that it wasn’t. You inhaled sharply at the face before you because that face shouldn’t have been there, you could feel tears forming at the sight of long blonde hair, familiar blue eyes and a sad smile. A face you never thought you’d see again.

“Y/N...” He is haggard looking. Tired. He is very different, but yet so familiar.

“Obi?” The call stopped you from responding as a little body wrapped itself around the back of your leg. Bragi was clinging onto you with his little arms, shyly peering up at the stranger at your door. He had obviously gotten curious and left his drawing behind.

Thor’s eyes glanced down at the child, confusion turned briefly to anger to disappointment, back to confusion, to recognition and finally to realisation. In those moments you realised just how much he’d changed. He didn’t jump to conclusions. He didn’t yell or accuse you. He took his time to take it all in. To take in you standing there, a little boy wrapped around your leg, his blue eyes unmistakable. His face familiar. The boy was a perfect mix of the two of you, so obviously your child and so obviously Thor’s.

“Mine?”

You nodded, before crouching down to the level of your son, ruffling his hair again to take his attention off of Thor. Brushing a calming thumb across his cheek, “Bragi, this is your daddy,” You watch your son process this. Watch him turn to look up at Thor, taking him in, deciding if he fit his imagined idea of his father. You’re relieved when the shyness seems to go as he realises this big, rather raggedly looking man is the super hero from all your stories. That he is the man he’d always waited to come back.

“Daddy.” He points at Thor before smiling widely, his arms held open. He always did that when he wanted a hug. His way of asking without speaking. You urged Thor with a look and watched as he lifted your son so carefully, as if he was scared he would break. It was the first time your son looked more confident than the adult holding him.

“Why don’t you tell him a story? About one of your adventures?” You suggested hoping it would make Thor more comfortable, give him a sense of what to do.

You found yourself sat in the living room for the better part of the day listening to super hero stories and watching Bragi brighten at each word. Thor seemed to brighten too and you wondered what terrible things he’d had to see and do to look so haggard, so different from the overly jovial man you’d known.