houseofasgard

[houseofasgard]

Moon and Stars | Two

the more your child grows, the less thor leaves your side and you remember how the two of you met.

warnings: unprotected sex, fluff, thor had a bad dream, breeding kink

word count: 4.3k

a/n: tags are always open! i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing this series. ✧･ﾟ: * this is more of a flashback chapter but i love how it turned out?

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Part 1

It had been 5 months since you told Thor you were with child and he hardly left your side. Whenever he slept, it was always with his head by your belly or his arms were wrapped protectively around your waist, hands resting on your growing stomach. He was there for every check up, every craving, every trip to the bathroom as he held your hair back and laughed whenever you told him it was his fault.

Thor didn't know much about babies, but he was determined to educate himself. He began to read every book he could find in the palace library on pregnancy, sometimes staying up until the early morning unless you forced him to bed. He even made it a habit to visit the common children, but he would never hold a baby. When offered, he would politely decline, saying that the first child he wanted to hold was his own. To say he was excited was an understatement.

Once your feet began to swell, Thor would carry you almost everywhere. Though you insisted that you could walk perfectly fine, he didn't want to hear any of it. You quickly learned that he was a professional in the art of arguing and decided against telling him no. Plus he needed this. This big, muscular God was really just a soft teddy on the inside, that wanted to be involved in the life of his child and to help you in any way he possibly could. You could tell how happy this pregnancy made him and your heart swelled knowing you were half responsible for the reason of that happiness.

Not only was Thor feeling something from this but you were too. If someone had told you that you'd be married to and have the child of the God of Thunder, the Prince and future King of Asgard, you'd call them crazy. You weren't a princess or born of any kind of nobility, you weren't a warrior, you had never held a sword in your life. He would never notice you, he didn't even know you existed.

Not so surprisingly.

You were a lonely, shy seamstress who had no family or friends and lived alone with her cat. After your mother died, you took over her business, sewing clothes for a living. It wasn't exactly what you planned on spending your life doing but you knew how much this meant to her and you were her only child. You didn't hate it too much though, you liked the quiet and calm life you had. That was until you met him.

You didn't think he would notice you, no one ever did. Odin was in need of a new royal seamstress and when you were recommended to him, he immediately sent for you. To say you were surprised when two royal guards knocked on your door was an understatement. Your mind raced, as they walked you back to the palace. Had you done something wrong? You tried to think of any trouble you might have caused but you were always cooped up in your small home. It was impossible.

Your heart fluttered when you found out Odin wanted you to work for him. You accepted without hesitation, how could you deny your king? He needed you to work your magic immediately, wanting to set you up with your own chambers in the palace but you declined. You worked til early morning that day before packing up and returning to your small home. You could almost see your mother smiling, knowing she was proud of you wherever she was.

You loved your job, having worked for the royal family for a few months now. Over that time you had become close friends with Thor, The Golden Prince. Though if you were being honest with yourself, you had more than friendly feelings for him that you had no choice but to ignore. You were a seamstress and he was a Prince. You knew you were lucky to have even gained his friendship, and you knew it was wrong to have any more feelings than platonic for him. But how could you not fall for him? He was the first person to show you any kind of affection that wasn't motherly. Whenever he wasn't off defending the nine realms or tending to his royal duties, he spent his time getting to know you.

You had fallen in love with his personality, sheepishly admitting he was completely different than you thought he would be. Although Thor was huge and somewhat scary, deep down he was nothing more than a big hulking dork.

Once, he might have even stayed the night in your small home. He was at odds with his father and decided he needed to get away from his luxurious life. He knew just where to go and you didn't deny him. Your bed wasn't as large as his but he didn't seem to mind, wrapping you in his arms and letting you fall asleep against his chest. Against your protest to give him space and privacy. Thor listened to none of it as he pulled you close and you could not lie, you enjoyed his comfort.

You had to convince yourself it was only in a friendly manner but you couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered.

You weren't expecting it, the knock on your door that had you jumping up out of your sleep as your heart and mind raced. What could one possibly want at this time? It was dark out, late, far too late for anyone to be coming to you with business requests. Another knock had you stumbling out of bed, hair messy, gown nearly falling off your shoulders.

When you opened the door your very obvious, sleepy glare melted away as your eyes widened in shock, your body automatically straightening itself out as you fixed your gown .

"My Prince? Is something wrong?" Your voice was shaky and you could hear your heart pounding through your chest. Even if you and Thor had formed a friendship, you still couldn't believe it whenever he'd visit you at your home. Sometimes pinching yourself to see if it was a dream, the spot turning red and sore from the action.

"Y/N, did I awake you?" He said with the softest, possibly most delicate voice you had ever heard. His form standing tall in front of you, it was almost intimidating.

Almost.

"Yes" you didn't want to lie but you immediately regretted that decision when his smile turned into a small frown.

No!

"But it's fine! I- i wasn't-" you paused, blushing like a fool, wanting to sink into the floor at the moment.

Thor only smiled at this, though it looked like more of a smirk.

"May I come in?"

You nodded too quickly for your liking and moved aside, your heart thumping wildly as it did anytime he stepped foot into your home. This was a dream right? How could it be though, when he turned and looked at you like that? His eyes glistening in the candlelight, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful creature in the universe, looking you up and down.

When did it get so hot in here?

It didn't take long for you two to fall into conversation. Sitting at your small round table in your dining room, sipping on steaming hot tea. Honey was Thor's favorite. You two always talked as if you knew each other well enough. You often thought maybe you had met him in another life and you were lovers-

Stop!

You can't think that way. He was your prince, the future king and you were but a seamstress. Thor didn't seem to mind this fact though. He enjoyed your company, your shy laugh and that smile that made him forget about all of his problems and responsibilities he wanted to run away from. And he did. Whenever he was feeling overwhelmed he came to you. If you weren't in the palace then he'd come to your home. The first time it happened, you were nervous and quiet, only speaking when you were spoken to.

Over the weeks you became more open with him. You told him about your mom, how your life had become grey after her passing of natural causes and how you had no other family you knew of. You never met your dad, only hearing stories of him when your mom felt in the mood to speak of him. He was a warrior, she would tell you.

Thor sympathized with you. He didn't know why but he felt comfortable enough to rant to you about his life. How he did not wish to become king, how he didn't want to marry any of the women his parents tried to force him to. He told you he'd rather marry for love than duty, staring deeply into your eyes and not looking away. You only broke contact when you blushed and looked down, biting down on your lip to keep from smiling.

"I must admit Lady Y/N, I haven't come because of my usual reasons. To be honest, I could not sleep." He put down his goblet and looked you dead in the eye.

There it was again. The uncountable thumps of your heart beating out of your chest. You weren't sure if it was a good or bad thing that he made your body act that way all from a stare.

Thor couldn't help himself. He knew he shouldn't be here, he knew this was highly inappropriate and he had wondered if anyone ever seen him slip in and out of your home and got the wrong idea. He realized how this might have looked to others but he could not stop himself from coming to see you. Especially not when he had that dream of you.

"Oh? May I ask what's troubling you?" He could tell you were nervous by the way you played with your fingers, he always noticed it. Though he tried to get you to forget formalities when it was just you and him, he knew his title intimidated you. It was adorable to him and somewhat of a turn on.

'Do it you coward. Tell her!' His mind screamed at him.

He didn't know what drew him to you but he wanted to know you, inside and out. More than he had ever wanted to know anyone else. He met so many women, knew some for hundreds of years and yet none could make him feel the way you did in just a few months. Had you put him under a spell? It was the only explanation for the racing of his heart, the nervousness filling his body from head to toe. Thor had always taken pride in his confidence to speak to women but now he felt like a shy little body who just masturbated for the first time.

Still, he had not known what to say to you. How could he tell you that he dreamt of your body underneath his, dripping with salt slick sweat as he suckled at your throat, pushing himself deep inside of your heat, spilling himself into you? That he had woken up hard and with an urge to declare his love for you? That he desperately wanted that dream to come true?

No. He could show you better than he could tell you and if you hadn't felt the same then he would apologize and accept your friendship. But for now, for once, he was going to follow his heart and go after something, someone, that HE wanted. Not some bloody stuck up noble woman his parents had chosen for him. If just for one night, Thor was going to be selfish, Gods know he deserved it.

Without answering your question, he stood from his chair and made his way to you. It was nerve wrecking, the way your innocent eyes watched as he moved closer to you. Thor didn't think, he just did what his body told him to do. Once he stood in front of you, he took one of your hands into his and pulled you to your feet.

"Thor?" You asked in a whispered voice, low, nervous, hopeful? You hoped he was going to do what you thought but another part of your mind reminded you of your position.

"What are you-" Thor held a finger to your mouth then turned it, running it across your soft lips. You heart fell to the ground, you're sure of it. You could not breathe, how do you breathe again? Surely you forgotten with the feeling of him touching you that way. You weren't sure you knew your own name anymore and all he did was touch your lips.

'Have mercy on me'

"Gods, you are so beautiful." He whispered, his electric blue eyes staring so deeply into yours. Your body was burning so hot, you were sure you were melting into the ground. You would have literally fell had Thor not been holding you up. Your knees had gone incredibly weak.

"Please tell me I'm not overstepping any boundaries here. Tell me you feel it too." He put one hand on your lower back and pulled you flush against his chest. Even a deaf person could hear the desperation in his voice and a blind person could see his desire and want for you.

"Never Thor. Never." That was all he needed before he leaned down and placed his lips on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, both of you savoring the feeling of the fireworks going off in your bodies. Then, it got more heated. Thor started teasing your lips with his tongue, asking for access to your mouth, which you eagerly gave him. His tongue meeting yours for the first time was something like you had never felt. You could feel a tingle in your womanhood, an urge to squeeze your thighs together to put some pressure on the ache that began to form down there.

Moaning into his mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers slithering into his hair and pulling lightly. God knows how much you've always wanted to touch his golden locks. Thor smirked into your mouth before leaning down a bit, grabbing both of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist, your slippers falling off your feet like butter and your nightgown rising up your thighs.

Thor walked until he laid you on your bed, his body placed securely between your thighs and his lips traveled from your mouth down to your neck where he sucked hard, determined to mark his territory.

This was highly inappropriate, you knew it and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. You didn't want to stop him. How could you stop him? How could something so wrong feel so right? So good? This cant happen, you're not wed, you're not even his betrothed and yet you were like jelly beneath him.

Thor moved down to kiss your heart, smiling up at you as it sped up before moving to lean over you once more. He could see the unsureness on your face, his smile fell a bit, more soft this time. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered against your mouth, his finger tracing your collarbone and down to the curve of your breast.

"I'm not afraid" you said in a voice strong enough to convince Thor that you meant it. He searched your eyes to make sure you were telling the truth and when he found nothing that contradicted what you said, he smirked. Your body started to burn up again- I mean. Had it ever really stopped? You didn't know but you knew you were burning hotter than before and there was no way Thor could not feel it with his body pressed up against yours so tightly.

"I will be gentle, my moon" He whispered, placing soft kisses against your neck before moving his hand down your thighs and pressing his thumb against your womanhood.

Your breath hitched and your eyes closed, head thrown back in bliss. He moved his thumb in a slow circular motion and you bit your lip to silence the moan that threatened to escape but it was useless because when Thor applied pressure, you were completely and utterly consumed by desire. The moan you fought to contain had broken free, the sound was like Valhalla to Thor's ears. He wanted to hear more. No he needed to hear more.

So he lifted himself high enough to literally rip your gown off your body. You gasped in shock, most women would be pissed to have a good gown ruined but the action only turned you on more, if that were even possible. You could now feel the wetness soaking your thighs and your cheeks burned. Thank God you hadn't been wearing any panties, or else those would have been ruined too.

Thor remained on his knees, between your legs. He stared at you with stars and desire in his eyes, taking in the sight of your body as it took his breath away. He had never seen anything so damn beautiful in his millennia and a half of life and he tried to let it all soak in. He wanted to remember this. The sight of you.

You had felt a bit self conscious and went to cover your body but Thor smacked your hand away before fixing his eyes on yours.

"Most beautiful body in all of the galaxy." And he only laughed when you whined his name, getting off the bed to remove his clothing as you reached for him to come back.

Once he stripped down to nothing, your eyes widened in fear at his size. Not that you'd ever done this before but you were sure that there couldn't be anyone possibly as big as him. You were afraid he could not fit you, your tiny body could not handle something so large in size.

Thor only smiled, stroking his already hard cock as he walked back to you. You thought he was going to lay over you again and get it over and done with but he only sat on the edge of the bed, then motioned for you to join him, to climb onto his lap. Your body was on fire as you crawled over to him, his strong calloused hands gripping your waist, helping you settle onto his lap.

You nearly came apart when his cock rubbed against your pussy, pressing onto the sensitive nub and you didn't know what came over you but you lifted your hips a bit and started to grind into him. The feeling was erotic and now you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Clearly he had wanted the same thing as he grabbed your waist with one hand, halting your movements and lifting your body up (thank you god strength) and using the other to position his cock at your entrance.

"Whenever you're ready princess" Your body shivered at the name and you couldn't help but smile and connect his lips with yours, your arms sliding around his neck once more. He was letting you decide if this was really what you wanted and you had not needed to give it a second thought as you moved down, the tip of his cock pushing past your tight entrance.

You both moaned in pleasure, both of Thor's hands now holding onto your waist tightly as he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead to yours. His breath fanned across your face as he tucked some hair behind your ear, whispering sweet and encouraging words into your mouth. He helped you take him, using his hands to pull you down onto him.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked every time you'd taken a new inch of him inside of you. Thor wanted to make sure you were alright but with the way you were squeezing around his cock once he was fully situated inside of you, he couldn't help but throw his head head back; eyes closed and mouth hung open. He was home, he knew it. He had never felt anything greater, nothing had ever made him feel so complete.

You on the other hand were sure you were going to explode. The mix of the sting from the stretch and the pleasure in your belly was doing things to you. You wanted more, needed more, needed him to move. So you did. You moved your hips in a circle slowly at first, adjusting to the feeling of him inside of you. Thor was patient, his mouth sucking on your neck again, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure there'd be bruises the following morning. 

What would happen come morning? Would Thor stay with you tonight? Was this a one time thing? Regardless, it was something you could worry about later.

At some point you stopped noticing how much he was still stretching you and your movements sped up.

"My god." Thor breathed, looking up at you with passion and lust sparkling in his eyes.

He loved the feeling of your body on his lap but he needed to get closer, get deeper. Without warning, he turned you around so you were beneath him again, cock still hard inside of you. He looked down at you, admiring the way your eyes closed and the smile that was plastered on your face. Thank the Gods he swallowed his pride and fear and came to you after that dream. It could never compare to the real thing.

It started slow, he wanted to worship and take his time with you but that sweet loving side had faded into something more animalistic when you began to move your hips up, grinding into him.

"Fuck, you will be the death of me." He grabbed your legs, opening them wider so you could take more of him and he started pounding into you. Your loud moans of his name had only encouraged him more. His breaths had turned into sharp gasps as he grabbed tightly onto your leg.

You came first, the bubble that had been building up in your stomach had finally burst, fireworks going off in your body and you clenched around Thor's cock, impossibly tighter.

"My God, yes, squeeze me."  He groaned, hiding his face into your neck as he chased his orgasm, his chest red with heat and slick with sweat. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping into each other and the sound of your wetness. You were like a waterfall and Thor's pelvis was soaked in your juices, wetting his pubic hairs. This only turned him on more.

He had lost his rhythm, his thrusts were crazed as he pounded forward, deeper and he only lost himself when you whispered into his ear.

"Cum inside of me, cum for me Thor." It was wrong, this was so wrong but you needed to get him there. Wanted to feel him fill you up.

He couldn't stop himself as he grabbed your breast tightly, pushed his cock in a few more times then groaned heavily into your ear as he went still. He knew he should have pulled out but there was something much more satisfying about spilling himself into you, putting his seed where it belonged. His mouth dropped open as his cum filled you, hot and heavy, cock twitching inside of you, eyes rolling back. The thought of his baby growing inside your belly clouding his mind.

Once you both calmed enough and remembered how to breathe, Thor looked at you with adoration in his eyes and this time you didn't care to hide your burning face. You returned his look, your hands going into his soft hair again.

"I love you, princess"

You knew after this you could no longer look at Thor as only your friend. You couldn't hide your desire for him and he thought the same.

You were sound asleep in Thor's arms when it happened. There was a loud boom of thunder that shook the palace and you, out of your slumber. Then Thor. He had jumped out of his sleep, startling you as he gasped for air, his chest hot red, moving up and down heavy and fast. His eyes were squeezed shut, gripping the sheets tightly between his fist as he regained consciousness.

You instantly sat on your knees beside him, your arm wrapping around his shoulder, your other hand on his chest as you titled your head to get a better view at his face.

"What is it Thor?" He didn't answer. He was too afraid to as he tried to push the images he'd just seen out of his head. Too brutal for even someone as strong and powerful as him.

You let him have a moment, deciding now wasn't the time for questions and to just be supportive in his moment of need.

You whispered encouraging words in his ear, telling him it was only a nightmare and it was over now. You were safe, he was safe and your child was safe.

Thor finally looked at you when you said that, his hand slowly moving to touch your belly. He knew you were right. You were here, safe, in his arms and carrying his child. Just as things should be.

But he needed to assure himself of that and before you knew what he was doing, he had pushed you onto your back and slid down your body until his head was between your thighs.

You didn't stop him, because while he may have been having a nightmare, you dreamed of the first night he made love to you.

"Gonna make you feel so good, my wife." And he ripped your panties off, just as he did to your gown those many nights ago.

Gods have mercy on me

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[houseofasgard]

thor would do anything to protect you and the family you created.

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[houseofasgard]

Moons and Stars | One

when thor returns to asgard, he’s told life changing news.

warnings: none, just thor being the softest avenger

word count: 1k+ (they’ll get longer!)

a/n: this is my first time writing for thor, so I hope you enjoy it! feedback is always welcomed, as are tags ✧･ﾟ: *

                        Moon and Stars masterlist

You knew not everyone had been as overly excited of your marriage to Thor as you were. The highborn hated you because they felt you had no right to be with a Prince, let alone the future king, and the lowborn hated you because they wanted your life. Thor would tell you that as long as he accepted you, no one else mattered. That was easier to hear than to believe. You knew you would always feel like an outsider in your own home without the people's approval. You wanted them to see you for the person you knew you were.

As you remembered the disgusting, unaccepting death stares you would get, you couldn't help but put your hand protectively over your stomach. You weren't showing just yet and you had only found out of your pregnancy, days ago. Thor was gone, off defending Midgard and searching for Loki's scepter, while you did your best to help your father-in-law look after the kingdom, without Thor. Odin pressed that you didn't have to but you took it upon yourself to help, saying you were a royal now and it was your duty. He gave a small smile at that, thinking maybe you weren't so bad for his son after all.

You were in a meeting when it hit you, a disgusting wave of nausea that caused you to apologize before excusing yourself as you raced to the nearest restroom. You had thrown up for a good 30 minutes before sending your lady in waiting, Ingrid, off to find a healer. You had your suspicions and moments later they were confirmed when you were told you were one hundred percent with child.

Congratulations, Your Highness.

This was good, you knew that. The kingdom needed an heir and while the thought of becoming a mom warmed your maternal heart, you couldn't help but feel sad that Thor had not been with you to share the excitement. You decided to keep the news between yourself and the healer as you didn't want the kingdom to find out before the father himself did.

Over the next week, you'd go to Heimdall everyday after meetings and ask him how Thor was. You would worry sick every minute of the day, hating being left in the dark, and only when Heimdall would tell you he was fine, fighting; you felt you could breathe again.

He would return to you another week later, whilst you were sound asleep, snuggled under the thick golden covers in your shared bed. He smiled at your small form, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, kiss you and worship your body. But that would have to wait until morning, for now he would just hold you. Stripping down to nothing but his boxers, Thor crawled into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his back. He would fall asleep to the sound of your breathing and heartbeat, face in your neck. He thought he could hear a second heartbeat but blamed it on his exhaustion and tried to get some rest before a long day of politics.

You awake the next morning to soft snores and light breathes against your neck. You smiled before opening your eyes and carefully turning to face the man you were just dreaming of. He was asleep, lips slightly parted, his golden hair falling out of its bun and into his face. He looked so peaceful, ethereal, his shinning skin reminding you of the stars.

Your thumb touched his eyebrow, moving to his closed eyelids, his cheek then his nose and finally his lips. Your smile only grew, a giggle slipping past your lips when a smirked formed on his mouth and he pulled you closer. You were so lost in the moment that you had almost forgotten to tell him what you found out two weeks ago.

"I'm pregnant." you whispered, watching as he slowly opened his eyes, the ocean in his beautiful blue orbs, reflecting in yours. The way he stared deep into your soul, it was almost like he was seeing if you were joking or not.

You had thought about how you would tell him for two weeks now and eventually decided you would just wing it when you kept coming up blank. Your heart raced as you waited for a reaction. Happiness, sadness, him being upset, just anything was better than silence.

A minute passed before his eyes began to water, tears threatening to spill as he processed the information. He was upset at himself for not being there with you but he couldn't help but let the happiness he felt spread throughout his entire body and soul. After his mother and brother died, he felt part of his world crumble and fade away with them. He wondered if he could ever truly be happy again, be himself again and now he knew. He knew he could.

"You're having my baby?" He asked in a whisper, his voice soft and angelic.

"Yes" you nodded, tears forming in your own eyes now. Thor leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as the tears fell down his face. This was the best news he could have received after such trauma. He knew things would be alright. They had to be. Although only the size of a peanut, he had a little babe depending on him now. He would be fine, he would be fine for them and you.

Later you and Thor made a public announcement as a pair, letting the people know that an heir was on the way. They cheered with joy and for once, the disapproving glares turned into looks of love and admiration. After the announcement, Thor insisted on meeting with a healer, just so the whole thing feels more real to him. It had felt like he was in a dream and if he were, he’d murder the person that dared awaken him. But when he seen your little baby, the little peanut, he knew this had not been a dream and he couldn’t help the tears that fell again.

Thor had never felt more happy as he laid with you in bed, your hair spread out across the fluffy golden pillows and the straps from your white nightgown, falling down your shoulders. The baby couldn't hear him yet but he talked to your little belly all night and fell asleep with his head in your lap, listening to the heartbeat of his and yours creation, his child.

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