#thundershield advent 2015

AN: I'm not feeling all that shitty! Here you go, I'm quite happy with this.

Day 3: Infatuated

Thor could spend all day listing things that he loved about Steve- and he has, one several occasions, to various teammates.

"Clint, have you heard our dear Captain laugh? That is what I imagine the halls of Valhalla echo, his beautiful laughter."

"Thor, it's 2 in the morning. Please get out of my apartment."

"Stark! Can you see him now? His movements are so fluid, his shield is an extension of himself as Mjolnir is to me. He's just so filled with... Raw strength, I-"

"Thor, buddy. Can we talk about your and Steve's sex life when I'm not pinned under a ton of rubble?" Tony made emphasis using his one free hand, gesturing to part of the building that laid ontop of his (thankfully iron clad) lower half. Thor paused from where he was trying to lift it and smiled sheepishly.

"Of course, my apologies."

"- and Natasha, my heart aches when he's away for so long- but I have learned to be patient, all for my Steven, and-"

Natasha rubbed her temples and let out a short sigh. "Thor, Steve went to the grocery store. He'll be back in twenty."

"Then twenty minutes I shall wait."

"-blonde, and oh so beautiful Fandral. Magnificent blue eyes, a gorgeous chest and of course curves to match. Not to mention how generous and kind my love is. The finest specimen of Midgard, in every way shape and form. I am deeply honored to even be in their presence." Thor couldn't help but grin enough to make his cheeks hurt, whilst Fandral gave him a wink.

"She sounds like my kind of maiden."

Letting out a loud, boisterous laugh, Thor clapped the his friend's shoulder.

"My friend, I'm not sure Steven is your type. Although he is gorgeous, he is mine."

"You're brilliant on the battlefield." Thor murmured against Steven's pale skin, kissing down his neck. "My love, the one who gives me strength. I yearn for you, svass, for the kindness that you bring, for your passion." He gently rubs his fingers across the Captain's cheek. "I love you."

"Aw, shucks, Thor." Steve couldn't help but give him a lopsided grin. "You're gonna make me blush, shut up."

It was known to, well, everyone, that Thor loved Earth; he loved the people, coffee, and although their alcohol was like water, it still tasted good.

Not that many people knew that Thor loved Midgardian music. It had all started with Sam who had gotten the thunderer an iPod (Tony gets quite infuriated when even the name Apple comes up). The iPod had eventually turned into a communal iPod and everyone just shoved their music choices on it.

The small, beat up, covered in stickers iPod was one of Thor’s favorite possessions. He brought it with him every return trip to Asgard, and could be reminded of his friends through the music. Violins were a telltale sign of Natasha, they could soothe him and make his heart hammer in his chest at the same time. The deep base and electric guitar were all Tony, anything with brass pointed to Sam. Bruce absolutely loved symphonies, and Clint was addicted to upbeat pop songs.

And then there was Steve.

Of course he had a love for the music of his own generation with suave voices that took your breath away. He liked them a little rough (among other things); every time Thor would hear a staccato his heart would soar. Icy blues plagued his thoughts, could feel soft strands of hair between his fingers, sharp kisses that left him lightheaded.

Thor smiled to himself, fiddling with his headphones and drowning out the rest of the world in favor of sugar sweet memories of his lover.

Steve took a second to catch his breath- he wondered to himself why the hell on Earth he decided taking an art class on the fourth floor would be a good idea; when he opened the door to the classroom, he was quickly reminded.

The model.

The adonis-esque man; golden, muscular, not to mention probably the most handsome man on the face of the planet- and that was probably one of the reasons Steve hated this class. Not only did he get to see this man that he would never have, but he always felt like he could never capture his beauty. Steve wasn't gonna be shy, he was a pretty decent artist, but the blonde never seemed able to get the angles of his jaw right, or draw the expressions that filled his stormy blue eyes.

It frustrated him to no goddamn end- even today he was gonna bail, but here he was again; the twiggy anemic 90lbs-when-sopping-wet dorky artist crushing after the boy next door.

With a deep sigh, Steve hauled his bag a little higher over his shoulder and went over to his normal easel. Most of the class was already here, excluding the model. Steve found that a little suspicious, seeing how Thor was always the first here and Yknow, he was the model.

But then the doors burst open, in walking both Thor and their art professor- things settled down, and as usual Steve and the other students got out their supplies (Steve was going to use charcoal, he was in that kinda mood). They had done this a million times before.

Although Thor had never dropped his pants in the middle of class before.

The rest of the class seemed somewhat unaffected- in the sense that this was art class, and nudity was bound to happen. They were not unaffected entirely, because-

"Holy shit." Steve breathed, thankfully none of his fellow students heard him, but Steve was damn sure that Thor did; if not for the small tell tale sign of a blush, than it was the flirty looks and the winks Steve received when Thor changed poses.

I must be dreamin... The stairs musta' gotten me lightheaded...

The only thing that reaffirmed Steve's suspicions was at the end of the session; he was thoroughly struggling to gather all of his supplies and leave, and like the klutz that he was, dropped most if not all of his charcoal pencils on the floor. He scrambled to gather them up before they got caught between floorboards or if they rolled under desks and tables. After double checking he confirmed he was missing one- a 4B to be exact.

"Shit," He sighed, shoving the rest of the pencils in his bag and turning to grab his abandoned sketchbook. Thankfully no one had taken it during his fumble, but there was a new edition to it- a light blue post it note stuck smack dab in the center, and it read:

Draw me like one of your French girls...

-Thor

There was even a little lightning bolt doodle next to Thor's name, and at the very bottom was a phone number.