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A Wife for Thor Pt.07

11/03/2020

Waiting to Exhale

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5, 871

Warnings: smut!, SO MUCH FLUFF, smidge of angst, language, talk of pregnancy for the purpose of an heir to the throne

A/N: Y’all, I really tried to move away from the smut this chapter but THOR MAKES ME DO IT! FUCK! I want him so much. Reader is literally me. lol Anywho, I wrote the end of this chapter like half asleep, just now. And I’m too tired to even worry about going back to proof it and I wanted to share it with y’all now instead of making you wait until tomorrow so, here it is. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Kissing Thor is noisy. Mainly because he likes to really kiss you. His lips smoosh against your own until he’s delving into your mouth with his tongue. You’re so eager to reciprocate the affection that you greet him willingly. Your own tongue swirling around his own.

You’re hit with the salty tang of the olives from his sandwich, a spicy bite to the flavor from the jalapeños.

He kisses you slow, making it last minutes. He makes you dizzy and your heart seems to be perpetually pounding since last night.

The water sloshes around both your bodies as he reaches down to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you right up against him, breasts squished against his massive pecs.

He holds the side of your head, fingers strong and possessive as he tilts your head to explore you better.

When your breath is nothing but gasping, he pulls back with an audible smack. He leans in to kiss you twice more. Two quick pecks before he twists to his right and reaches for the large glass of wine he’d poured you.

Handing it to you, he fixes your hair before reaching to his left for a sandwich triangle. Roast and chicken, cheese, tomatoes, and mustard. You’re not even sure you like this food but when Thor holds the tip of the sandwich up to your lips you open up and take a bite.

Your mind is too preoccupied with the naked God before you to worry about the flavors in your mouth anymore. If it doesn’t immediately pertain to Thor, then you don’t have a mind for it right now.

He follows your bite with his own and replaces the sandwich on the tray still half full along with a bowl of olives and another of cheese cubes.

You lick your lips as you chew, watching his face for any shift that might hint at a change of mood.

Thor however hasn’t changed since this morning when you gave yourself to him completely. And he gave himself to you too.

Maybe it’s silly to think that way, that what happened between the two of you was anything more than sex, but it felt like it. Especially that first time.

He’d been so…there had been something about the look in his eyes, the way he touched you. So sweet and gentle. So loving.

Even now, his free hand finds the soft skin of your side and while you flinch at first, he knows to keep his hand there and after a moment you settle and are still again.

“Why do you pull away?” Thor had asked in the morning after that first time when he’d been laying with you, talking as his hand sought a spot on your side.

“I’m not pulling away.” You’d argued. “I’ve just never been touched there before by anyone but myself. It feels weird. Not exactly a tickling but close to it.”

Now he lets the surprise pass and caresses the spot once your body has moved on from the shock.

“You keep searching for something. What is it, cherub?” He reaches over to give your cheek a little pinch then throws his hand over the edge of the large bath you’d seen when you’d stolen a peek at his bathroom.

The water is steaming hot, such a comfort to your surprisingly sore body. You hadn’t realized how much your morning activities would stress it. What a work out!

Thor’s already frowned at the bruises he can see he’s left on you. You shut that down quickly. You liked the sex. You’re not about to give it up because he’s a little too strong.

Smart? Probably not. But you’re discovering a whole new side to yourself that you hadn’t known you could be. And the bruises are only on your hips, some on your ass.

You didn’t know that you could be desirable and seductive. Irresistible? Definitely not! But from the way Thor’s hands keep loving on your curves, you must at least be so to him, right? Even if it’s only in a physical, sexual way. It’s more than you ever thought you’d have.

“Nothing.” You swallow your food, tipping your glass against your lips to wash it down with a mouthful of wine.

Before you can say anything else, Thor mashes his lips to yours. His tongue takes a quick dip into your mouth before finishing his kiss with another peck.

“Mmm.” He hums, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What was that for?”

“You taste like raspberries.” He informs you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“It’s the wine.”

Thor purses his lips, giving you a skeptical look as if you’re lying.

“Mmmmm, you sure?” He smiles, a big goofy grin you hadn’t seen yet.

The expression gives you such joy that you laugh, leaning against his chest as your body shakes with it.

Thor’s eyes are bright, happy, and he gladly dips his head down to kiss your lips as you pucker your lips up at him.

“Can this be real?” You wonder, staring up into his pretty face.

“Why do you think it isn’t? Shall I pinch you?” His hand tickles your side, grabbing gently.

You squirm and laugh, quickly grabbing his hand to stop his pinching.

“No!” You shake with your chuckling. “Stop.”

“I will if you tell me why you can’t believe this is reality.”

“I don’t know? Because it all feels too good to be true?” You turn around slowly, nestling into his lap, his arms wrapping themselves around you instantly as you lean back against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your cheek, then rests his own scratchy bearded cheek against your head.

“I mean, it was three days ago that I was sitting in my house, completely alone and would have probably stayed that way until I died. I’ve never felt any kind of interest for anyone before.”

“I’m sure someone would have come along and fallen in love with you. You’re very lovable, cherub. Otherwise, how could you feel so good where I have you?”

Your cheeks are burning hot. If someone held a wick to it, it would light and burn.

You laugh nervously, not believing a single word.

“It’s true.” Thor insists, squeezing you against his body. “If I’m completely honest, no one has ever felt this good before.”

“You just need the affection.” You scoff.

“No.” Thor refuses your thinking. “I like you.”

He drops his voice to a deep whisper. As he says those three words, it becomes thick and heavy. It means a lot. To you. To him. This is a significant moment, and he makes sure to steal your breath with his massive body curling around you from behind and that deep voice that likes to nestle in between your ribs and make it hot there.

“We’ve only just started,” he observes. “Imagine how I’ll feel in a month.”

He’s absolutely wicked with his charm, and you know you’re a lost cause to it. There’s no going back from this now.

“And I did like you, too. Even when I first came to see you. I can’t deny that. I think it’s pretty clear by now, how I feel. But I had no idea that it was to this extent. I didn’t know that I’d go from virgin to what happened today in the blink of an eye.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Thor asks, no fear in his voice but you can feel a tension in his arms.

“Nope. It isn’t.” You shake your head, turning to look at him but he’s so close.

His cheeks are a flushed pink bronze. You realize he’s blushing at your confession much like his made you all flustered too. He’s hot for sure, downright breathtaking, but you had no idea he could be this adorable too. Cute? He’s almost like a puppy in this moment. Sweet and lovable.

You can’t help yourself, so you just kiss his bearded chin, and he quickly turns to meet your lips with his own.

He relaxes, the affection calming him? You’re not sure. But that’s what it feels like and it plays into your theory that he’s been needing the physical reassurance.

You reach up behind his head, fingers delving into the short and wet strands of his hair as he reaches over and forces your head to turn more so that he can kiss you with passion again.

You whimper, his touch intoxicating.

In response to your own sounds of enjoyment, Thor utters a small groan. Slowly he pushes you up, rises, and spins with you until your back is to the edge of the bathing pool. He turns you around, then with kisses to the center of your back to nudge you forward, he guides you into bending over with your chest pressed against the warm edge of the bath. He bends over you completely and pulls you into another passionate kiss, holding your face towards his by grabbing your chin.

Gently he nudges your legs open with his knee and before you can prepare yourself fully, he’s inside you, curling his hips around your bum as he plunges himself deeper.

You break the kiss to gasp with pleasure, the sensation growing on you more and more. As he cups your breasts, you lay your head down and reaching back to hook your hand around his bottom, pulling him towards you when he thrusts making him groan with excitement as he picks up the pace.

~~~~~~~~~~

He’s moaning underneath you. A dramatic, overexaggerated, completely ridiculous display meant only for you as you card your hands through his drying hair. He has his head in your lap, shirtless form with only a baggy pair of black sweats keeping his manly bits private. For you, his face is upside down. But that doesn’t make him any less handsome.

You’re sitting with your back against the headrest, chuckling at the look on his face and the stupid sounds he’s making for your benefit.

“Stop making those noises!” You laugh, “It doesn’t sound right.”

“Or does it sound just right?”

You chuckle continuously, scratching his scalp lightly and his mouth genuinely falls open.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

Silly man.

“Are we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?” You wonder, not minding the idea one bit.

He mumbles something indistinct. Maybe nonsense? You’re not sure. But you laugh again.

“What?”

“Please, don’t stop.” He begs.

You lapse into silence, letting this blissful moment stretch on until your mind starts to wander.

You’ve realized that the affection he’s after isn’t just that, but he’s also touch starved.

You are too, but that makes sense. You’ve been single your whole life.

It’s weird for him. He’s been with Jane for a while. Why does it feel like these displays of affection from you are something he’s been yearning for? Maybe not from you specifically, but the touch is welcomed. Eagerly.

“Can I ask you something?” You keep stroking his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp in small circles.

“Mmmmmmm…” He looks like he might fall asleep, his one blue eye shut.

“I know you said that you picked me because of what I told you my ideal marriage was like. Is this part of a marriage important for you? Physical affection? Is that what you liked about the description I gave you?” You reach down to stroke his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against your skin.

Thor opens his eye, staring up at you with a torn expression. What does it mean?

“I liked the image you painted of us.” He reaches up, caressing the back of your neck. “I should be more honest with you.”

Fuck. Is it bad news?

“Truth is, Jane and I haven’t really been together for about half a year. We hadn’t broken up officially or anything. And it isn’t so much that we haven’t seen each other just because we’re busy but we haven’t tried to see each other.

“If we had tried a little harder, I think we could have still kept things going for a bit longer, but…” He doesn’t finish his thought and instead leaves you to wonder if maybe Jane didn’t want to try? Or maybe he didn’t want to? Which is silly because he’s been holding out for her.

It’s what almost ruined your opinion of him.

“But you still love each other?” You’re confused, his love for her is so obvious.

“Many people who love each other drift apart. If both parties are not willing to keep the relationship going, even the strongest love can be inconsequential.”

His eye is trained on the ceiling above, a beautiful ornate wooden design carved by Asgardian artisans. He’s lost in thoughts. Depressing ones it looks like.

You don’t like the idea of him being unhappy. It stings a little on a personal level too to know that it’s because of his pining for an ex-love.

But you want him to know that you’ve heard him. You understand his feelings as best as you can.

“I’m sorry she doesn’t know what she’s losing.” You mean it too.

Jane is losing out on such a beautiful soul. Alien or not, Thor is entrancing.

You can’t picture your life without Thor now. Even if your feelings are still growing and nowhere near where his and Jane’s are for each other, the idea of never feeling his kiss again, his weight on you? It’s unbearable to think about.

He told you he likes you! That means something, right?

He’s also so sweet and funny. He really is a dream. If he hadn’t propositioned you during that first meeting of feigning your marriage, he’d be perfect. But no one can be perfect and you’re pretty sure he must have been desperate as hell at the time.

“But maybe I should write her a thank you note?” You place your hands on both sides of his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “If she had agreed to marry you, I wouldn’t be here. And I’m so…so lucky to be here, Thor.”

You sigh heavily, having been thinking about this since your bath at noon.

“I thought I was going to be married to someone who wouldn’t care about me.” You confess. “I thought I was doomed to living a life without real feeling. But what we have…it isn’t normal, right? This kind of connection isn’t common?”

You could be wrong. This isn’t something you’re knowledgeable about. Not even a little bit.

“No. It’s not.” Thor agrees, reaching up to hook his hand around the back of your neck, a gentle squeeze to emphasize his words.

“We’re lucky, Thor.” You nod, smiling hopefully because for the first time since all of this craziness began, you can see the life you’d imagined for your ideal marriage as a true possibility.

There might be more to it. It’s not just a marriage, but a duty. You’ll be Queen and Thor is already King. There’s going to be more than days like this with him. There’ll be obligations and maybe even things that you won’t want to do.

Days like this will make it worth it.

Thor smiles at you, his body relaxed again after getting things off his chest.

“We’re lucky.” He agrees and pulls you down until he can kiss you.

Upside down, the kiss is a little strange. You huff a laugh against his lips until he reaches up to take hold of your head and tilt it to the side so that he can silence you with a deeper kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright, I’m here.” Thor announces, strutting into his war room on the second floor.

It’s a simple room, large as it is. Round like his bedroom, with no windows. There’s a doorway to the right on the far end that leads to a small tower hidden among the various roofs of the palace. That’s his strategic viewpoint. That’s where he can see invaders if invaders are stupid enough to try and come here.

“You’re late.” Loki says, off-hand, not paying attention. He's focused on what’s before him. Busy.

There’s no urgency in his voice so Thor stops just inside the door, hands finding his hips as he stands there staring at his brother.

The silence is almost endless until Loki looks up and does a double take at the sight of Thor standing there wearing a pair of baggy black sweats and a ratty old gray shirt. It’s clean. Just full of frays and tears.

“I see we’ve completely given up.” Loki observes. “One day with your fiancé and you think you can relax and walk around looking like an Earth frat boy?”

“How do you know what a frat boy is?”

“I’ve been on Earth longer than you have I think.” Loki scoffs. “I had to scope out the planet before I tried to take it over, remember?”

“That’s not something I would go around bragging about, brother. The people of Earth might not realize you’ve changed.” Thor finally moves in further, sitting himself down on the large throne-like seat at the head of a very large round table that doubles as a battle map.

This is what Loki had been focused on.

As he sits back, relaxing in his comfy chair, he sighs heavily. Happily. Hands resting on his stomach as he stares at the table, zoning out with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today.

Loki’s continued silence begins to draw his attention and he turns to look at him only to find him with narrowed and suspicious eyes.

“What did you do?” Loki demands, “Why do you look so pleased with yourself?”

“Hm? Nothing. I did nothing.” Thor assures him, sitting up a little straighter and clearing his throat.

Loki knows him too well. The way Thor spreads his legs, wide apart as he claims the room as his own with his mere presence. There are only two reasons his brother takes that posture.

“I know you, Thor. You’ve either defeated an enemy in battle within the last few hours of the day—which is clearly impossible since you’ve been holed up in your bedroom this entire time. Or you’ve gone and bedded some woman until you’re entirely spent.”

Thor clears his throat, avoiding his brother’s eyes.

“Thor,” He already sounds upset. “I thought you were going to wait until you were married to her?”

His demanding tone, the upset brings a sense of slight shame to Thor’s beautiful memories of the day.

Quickly he wipes that away. It was a day well spent, growing closer to you and forming a bond that will help you both in your marriage.

“We were supposed to!” Thor argues.

“How could you bed her two days before the wedding?”

“She asked me to!” Thor counters, getting to his feet as he gestures towards the door with both hands flat, palms up.

“As if I’d believe that.” Loki frowns.

“She did! I swear to you, I tried to refuse her.”

“Not very hard, I imagine.” Loki scoffs.

“Loki, the last thing that I want to do is take advantage of Y/N. She’s honest and true. She doesn’t play games and she’s up front about what she wants. She told me that she wanted to be with me because she felt it was right, not because she was required to in order to consummate our marriage.

“And honestly, I’m glad that we did it. Not only do I know now that she and I are compatible in that way, but it meant more for her to do so willingly. I wasn’t exactly eager to bed her knowing that she was only doing it because it was something she was obligated to do either. We were both of one mind on that front.”

Loki’s eyes are sharp, trained on Thor as he explains himself and crosses the room to a small table against the right curved wall to pour himself a glass of ale. He’s able to see that Thor is not lying. Everything he just said is the truth. And while he worries about you and Thor too, he can see that this is probably for the best.

He thinks about it as Thor drinks, then accepts this new phase of your courtship.

“Well, I suppose it’s never too early to start working for that heir.”

Thor sputters on his drink, coughing and gasping.

He thumps his chest, turning to Loki as he zones out again with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today, and each and every time he released within you.

True, you and he would have had to start on an heir quickly. It’s what the people want, as well as the Ambassadors for Earth. They want tangible ties to the human race.

Still, Thor’s heart begins to pound at the idea of your belly swelling with his babe.

It’s not an unpleasant thought. In fact, the more he pictures it, the more he likes it.

Because he’s an idiot, he tries to picture Jane like that too.

They’d never even discussed children.

Jane had been focused on her work and Thor had been too happy to step aside and wait for her to be ready.

He finds he can’t picture Jane the way he can picture you, sweet smile caressing your belly as you look up to meet his eye. Smile widening before you reach out towards him, “Come feel, he’s kicking.”

His imagination is surprisingly vivid and his heart swells.

“A head start on siring an heir isn’t a bad idea. You should spend tomorrow doing the same.” Loki suggests.

Thor reaches up to rub along his chest, right over his heart as that feeling of fullness keeps growing.

“Aye,” Thor agrees, but his words are a whisper to himself. “I think I just might.”

“What?” Loki asks, Thor too quiet for him to hear.

“Nothing. What was the threat you wanted to speak of?” Thor moves back to his seat, but rather than take it, he stands, staring at the simple map of Earth.

Loki isn’t looking at the map, however. He’s got what looks like a silver bowl on top of it, a glistening silver liquid within.

“A window.” Thor realizes.

“Just a small one.” Loki nods, staring intently at the serene liquid.

“What do you see?”

Thor only sees the silver liquid.

“Stirrings. They’re quiet, and only shadows for the time being. I sense Jotunheim.” Loki murmurs darkly.

“Laufey?” The worry is heavy on his mind now, nothing but this threat matters to Thor. In this moment, he’s got one thing on his mind.

“Perhaps.” Loki nods.

“But you killed him. Didn’t you? You saved father and mother. Another trick, brother?” Thor spits, almost angry. Mostly just suspicious.

“No.” Loki insists, giving his brother a frown. “Not on my side. I thought he was dead. I’m not sure if it’s him but it feels like Laufey.”

“What does this mean?”

“I’m not sure yet, Thor. As I said, it’s only a stirring. I’ll have to keep watch.”

“Have you shared this with the guard? Brunnhilde? Sif?” Thor asks.

“Yes.” Loki nods, waving his hand over the silver. “Sif has gone to hurry the Warrior’s Three back in case something should come before the wedding. Don’t worry, brother. As soon as I have more information, I will come to you.”

With a heavy sigh, Thor crosses his bulging arms over his hardened chest. Now his mind is preoccupied. Worries begin to grow. The safety of his people first and foremost.

They don’t have the armor or weapons to defend the city much less the surrounding human cities in the area. If the Jotunn should rise again, their wrath would not stop with New Asgard.

“Thor?”

“Hm?” He’s still mostly distracted, out of it as his mind races to plan ahead for all contingencies.

“Don’t you have a pretty future Queen of Asgard waiting in your bedroom? Did you not have something to do?”

Thor’s gaze eventually wanders over to Loki. He understands he should say something, so he nods. “Right, of course. Right. Keep me posted.”

He walks around him, through the door and back up to his floor. At the end of the hall he sees the light seeping through the bottom of the door. The warm glow of the lit fire.

Moving towards it, he doesn’t see it or the comforts it promises. He can only see the thousands of faces of his people, looking to him for guidance and reassurance. Their safety is in his hands. He can fight for days, weeks without stopping if he has to in order to protect those under his care, but he’s one man. How will he protect them all?

He can’t be there to block every blow.

The weight of his crown is heavy, feet falling heavy against the wooden floor.

A fear begins to bubble up in his chest, shifting and squirming, making him feel sick to his stomach. His hand shakes as he reaches out to take hold of the handle to his door. As he takes it, he squeezes harder than he means to and the metal groans beneath his grip.

When he pushes the door open, a wave of warmth washes over him, pulling him out of the grip of the cool hallway air.

He hears a groan from his desk chair.

Searching for it, he spots you sitting with your back twisted as you hold to the arm, turning to face him.

It’s the sight of you that clears his head and steadies his heart.

Sitting there with in his pink sweater again, this time a pair of thick wool socks on your feet. One is scrunched around your ankles, the other holding firm to your lovely, well explored calf.

You take his breath away as you smile at him, your eyes searching his face. Your pretty smile falters, a scrunch between your eyes as notice his distress.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, the laptop behind you abandoned mid-sentence on whatever work you’re writing.

He stops by the door. It shuts behind him. You stand up and Thor’s mind is bathed with the delicious image of you again, belly swollen with his child.

This time you’re not smiling and beckoning him for a feel of a kick. Instead, you’re standing before him, your hands resting against that belly, your face twisted in honest concern.

This time he doesn’t have to imagine what you would say because you open your mouth now and say, “C-Can I help? Thor? What can I do?”

Nothing.

You can do absolutely nothing if a Jotunn army comes to freeze the Earth over. Their cradle is gone but their power comes from magic. Magic in their blood. And they’re strong enough to do damage without the cradle.

So, even though you ask, and he knows that the answer is nothing, just the fact that you ask. That adorable little crinkle between your eyes.

His mind returns and in three long strides he’s got you up in his arms. He kisses you hard, overcome with gratitude and that image in his head of you pregnant both smiling and worried. It’s too much for him and how can he show you how much your offer means to him?

How can he show you that your own strife over his feelings for Jane is unnecessary?

The only way he can think of in this moment is without words. With his hands and his lips and his body.

“Mm.” You mumble, resisting. You push yourself back a bit and Thor lets you get away but keeps you held against his body; your legs wrapped around his waist. “Thor, what’s wrong?”

Your hands are so gentle against his cheeks, caressing his beard, stroking it as if the feel of it brings you pleasure.

He pushes forward, past your little grip and buries his face against the side of your neck.

You smell like rosewater. And something else. Something just you. You’ve taken another bath in his absence. He can’t blame you after all of the loving he’s given you today.

Without another query you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand making soothing circles between his shoulder blades, the other on the back of his head in a supportive caress.

Thor is absolutely melting from all this affection you’re giving him.

How had he survived without it?

How had he gone so hard for so long and only now realized that he’d been waiting to exhale.

Here in your arms, he can breathe finally. Even though the weight of Asgard is on his shoulders, and the weight of the Earth and the nine realms too, with you here holding him up he can take solace for a bit.

He carries you back to the bed, sits on the edge, and you readjust your legs so that you can keep them on either side of him but hold yourself up a bit more steadily. Thor loves the way you seem to flow with his movements. You respond and he adjusts for you too.

After what feels like an hour, he pulls back to look up at your beautiful face.

“Where have you been all of my life?” He whispers, voice choked from the breath he’d finally breathed.

“I’m here now.” You nod, “And I won’t go anywhere unless you want me to.”

Thor scoffs at the idea, such a completely stupid and ridiculous thought for you to have because he cannot possibly exist without you in his life now.

He realizes it now more than before. The sex had been fantastic. Much needed. The intimacy welcomed and yearned for, though not exactly from you until you gave it and he realized that it was exactly your type of intimacy he’d been looking for.

There’s something more to what you can give him. More to what you’re already providing him with.

To his great pleasure, and he hopes to yours too, there’s one more thing he needs from you. Something that he hopes you’re willing to give.

“Let’s make a babe.” He says, and he can see your breath hitch.

The way he can see your mind go blank and fuzzy and then try to process what he’s just said is endearing. You’re always so shocked by his displays of attachment.

He can’t exactly blame you. It’s only been three days. Still, he’s felt more in these three days than he has over years with anyone else.

This feels so close to love, he’s almost certain that for him it already is. But he’ll hold off telling you until he’s completely sure. He meant what he told Hilde and Loki. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

Not ever.

“Wh-what?” You finally stutter, your lips shaking as you speak.

He smiles, reaches up to trace your bottom one with his thumb and they part for him, a response no doubt curated by the many situations he’s placed you in today. Every touch had been a request to come closer and every time you’d opened up for him.

“We’ll have to have one eventually. Soon, too. The Ambassadors will want a human Asgardian heir as soon as possible to make sure that I’ll have a reason to protect the human species as much as my own.

“But mostly I really just want to see you heavy with my child, cherub. We’ll make many little angels together. Sooner, rather than later.” Thor hooks his hand behind your neck, giving it a squeeze as he pulls you towards his lips.

You pucker up instantly the closer you get, your eyes peeled however, trained on his own electric blue as if you’re waiting for him to say it’s a joke.

He gives you a peck, just reassurance for you.

“You do?” You breathe, airy and short.

“I do. Let me make you a true mother of Asgard.” He whispers, and he can see your skin pimple. He reaches down to run his hand up along your arm, only making the goosebumps more pronounced as he tries to soothe them.

Thor can see you struggling to find the words. It doesn’t look like a negative thing.

He brings his hands down to our thighs, running them up to push the sweater you’re wearing up a bit until his fingers find the crease of your bent legs just below your hips. He tickles you there and you squirm, accidentally rubbing up against him just right.

“Let me fill you up, my sweet, sweet cherub.” He gushes, hoping it’s not coercion he’s inflicting and hopefully just reassurance. “I want you to the be the mother of my children. Only you.”

And then you pounce.

Thor is taken aback by the weight you throw on him, the flurry to get his pants down and his shirt yanked up over his head. He traces your sides, fingers dragging across your skin slowly which only seems to drive you crazier.

You kiss him hard at first, then after a minute, it softens.

You pull back to look down at him and Thor tries to read that look in your eyes. He tries to understand the resolve there, the grit he can see.

Then you’re kissing him again, these electric fire kisses that seem to make the world around him blur until all he can see, feel, hear, or care about is you and your body and pulling those little chuckles from you in the middle of your romp because the way your voice suddenly shifts into a moan from the happy sound drives him wild and all he wants to do is make you call his name.

What is this intoxication he has with you? That apple taste of you, so much like ale, draws him in and there’s no escaping you now. You’re his, and he can see in your eyes that he is truly yours.

Willingly he gives himself up to you. All thoughts of Jane driven from his mind because how can anyone compare to this draw of you? This perfection?

“Oh, Thor…” You whimper, his hands pulling you slowly against his hips as he pushes himself up with his other arm.

He hits you deep, stretching you wide as he stuffs you with his cock. Your hand is tight around his shoulder, nails digging hard as you bite your lip and muffle your moan.

“No…” He pulls you to him, sitting up then standing up and taking you with him. He turns around then with you falls to the bed. “…no. Let me hear you. I wanna hear you.”

He thrusts in deeper and you cry out loud, legs wrapping around his waist to yank him closer.

“Like that.” Thor whispers, approving of the sound you just made.

He thrusts again and it’s breathier, but still a cry and anyone in the palace will know that he’s made you his, body and soon soul too.

Will he ever tire of your body? Will he ever tire of these sighs and moans?

He doesn’t even need to ask because he knows.

Never.

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sweetlysilent · 7 years ago

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Friendly Battle

Requested By: Anonymous

hi there!! i just started following you and i absolutely LOVE your acc/your writing. i was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader inspired by the song “act my age” by hoodie allen. it’s a really fun song but idk what the plot could be? just a lot of funny banter, sarcasm, cheesy jokes, etc. a silly and happy kind of imagine i guess? thank you so much! :) xx

If you want to listen to the song, click here

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter had a goofy relationship, you both constantly messed with each other, doing your best to either embarrass one another or do the exact opposite and frustrate the living hell out of each other. You two were the definition of “friendship goals.”

Warnings: Nothing really major, slight swearing?? Some teasing, cuteness

Word Count: 2,338

A/N: This was really fun to write, the song gave me many different approaches to the storyline and I really like the outcome of it. I think they're relationship is really cute and dorky and idk I just love it. Anyways I hope you enjoy! :)

"Hey, Parker!" You shouted, making Peter's head snap up quickly, only to be met with a paper ball hitting him in the face.

You and Ned let out fits of laughter, as Peter glared at the both of you.

"I'm going to get you back you know that right?" Peter smirked at you, making you smirk back.

"Bring it on." You challenged, giving him one of your famous grins, you weren't afraid of a little battle.

During the entire day of school, you and Peter were constantly at one another, whether it was bumping into each other in the hallway, or throwing something at one another.

The bell rung signaling that it was time for lunch, also meaning it was the perfect time to really mess with Peter.

When Peter wasn't looking you quietly took his cookie off his tray, giving Ned a look not to spill the beans.

"What the- Y/N!" Peter shouted, he was checking all over his tray, he could have sworn he had gotten a cookie with his lunch, and now it was mysteriously gone.

"Yes, Peter?" You smiled innocently, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I know you took my cookie, you -you thief!" He proclaimed, pointing a finger at you.

You dramatically gasped, slowly handing Ned the cookie underneath the table.

"I'm sorry Peter, but I don't have your cookie." You made a pouting face in a teasing manner, taking a sip of your water.

"That's impossible, it had to of been you." Peter stood up, walking around the table, checking your area where you sat, before huffing seeing you really did have it.

"Something isn't adding up." He spoke to himself, before noticing his cookie had reappeared on his plate.

Peter's eyes squinted together, looking between you and Ned who had a goofy grin on his face.

"You traitor!" Peter accused Ned, who burst out laughing, making you laugh along with him.

"She told me to!" Ned defended himself, making you snort in response.

"Did not, he willingly helped me." You smiled at Peter, who was already glaring at you playfully.

"I'll remember this, don't you worry." Peter looked between the both of you, messing up your hair, which made you frown and glare at Peter.

"This is war." Peter declared, breaking a piece of his cookie off and popping it into his mouth.

He was about to say something else, but got distracted by the taste of the cookie, he wasn't going to lie, he was glad he got it back.

"Damn.. this really is a good cookie, you're missing out Y/N, I would have shared it with you, but you did steal it from me so.." He smirked, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"You're such a dork." You laughed, making Peter smile and continue eating his cookie happily.

The last bell of the day finally rang, meaning school was over, which you were extremely thrilled about.

Peter was walking with Ned, muttering how he wished Mr. Stark would stop treating him like a kid, which in return lead Ned to reply with well you are a kid, you're fifteen.

Thus making Peter roll his eyes, before seeing you walking ahead of them, he told Ned he'd see him later, before he ran off to catch up with you.

However, you were trying to process the entire day, Peter hadn't once messed with you all day, making you a bit anxious since he could attack at any moment.

Which is exactly what happened, you were walking to the subway, the only real transportation back home, only to be met with Peter appearing beside you out of nowhere.

"Good lord!" You shouted, immediately covering your mouth as people gave you looks.

Peter smirked, feeling satisfied that he had startled you.

"Hey best friend." He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Peter I really dislike you sometimes, you know that right?" You joked, making him grin slightly.

"Oh I know, I sometimes really dislike you too, but that's what makes our friendship great." He glanced at you, seeing the smile on your face.

We don't even fight,

We're like oil and some vinegar.

"Do you want to come over later? We can do something fun?" Peter suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Sure, whatever you want Parker." You joked, shoving his shoulder slightly, exiting the train since it was your stop.

"See you later Y/N." He gave a goofy grin, making you laugh before walking off.

The entire afternoon you were trying to figure out what Peter could be planning, it was easy to tell he was up to something, he sucked at keeping secrets.

For hours you spent doing your homework, probably failing at it but you didn't really care, it was just homework.

You felt your phone buzz, seeing it was from Peter.

Parker: hey u can come over now if u want :)

You: ok b there soon.

Parker: hurry up i'm lonely :((((

You: ur so needy smh

Parker: am not !!

You smiled to your phone, seeing Peter's response, he was a complete and utter dork, something you loved about him.

You got onto the subway, and before you knew it you were arriving at his apartment door.

You knocked a few times before you heard the sounds of his footsteps rushing to the door.

"What took you so long? If I can remember correctly, I told you to hurryyyyyy." He grinned, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

"I can only travel so fast Parker." You smiled, patting his chest before entering his apartment.

"So what do you have in store for us tonight." You glanced over at him, who was trying to hide the grin on his face.

"I thought we could go golfing, or maybe bowling?" He shrugged, laughing as he saw your eyes widen.

"The only golf I ever tried to play was miniature." You laughed, your face turning a bit pink.

"Lame." He joked, making you stick your tongue out.

They say the way I act is immature.

"You're lucky you're my best friend." Peter chuckled, making you smirk slightly.

"You'd be lost without me Parker, admit it, you need your crazy, childish best friend." You smiled triumphantly, twirling your hair in-between your fingers.

Peter gave you a soft smile, making your insides melt a bit, you weren't going to lie, there were moments that Peter made you feel certain emotions you couldn't explain.

"Honestly Y/N, I would be lost without you." He confessed, then wrapped his arms around you.

"But now that all that mushiness is over, lets go bowling." He ruffled your hair, making you groan in annoyance.

Peter lived a few blocks away from the bowling alley, so you decided to walk there.

"You want to know a secret?" You spoke up, catching his attention.

"Do I want to know?" Peter looked at you suspiciously, making you smirk down at your shoes.

"It's actually about you, I just never felt like sharing it until now." You laughed quietly, making his eyes widen a bit.

"Oh god." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"You know how we went to a party last week?" You smirked, looking at the buildings around you.

"Yeah.. Liz's party right?" He clarified, making you nod in agreement.

"Well, you might have had too much to drink?" You giggled quietly, making his face turn a darker pink shade, he was so thankful it was dark out.

"What did I do?" He muttered, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Well it's actually something we both did?" You spoke more of a question, making him even more confused.

"I might have had a little too much also." You laughed, making his eyes widen.

"I may have.. you know.. asked you to sign my boobs." You bit your lip slightly, trying to hold back your laughter.

Peter visibly swallowed, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

"D-Did I?" He stammered, making you let out a giggle.

"Indeed you did Parker, you even smiley faced your signature." You smirked, making his face turn a deep red.

"Oh lord, I'm never drinking again." Peter groaned, making you laugh in response.

"It was in sharpie too, it's still there actually." You looked over at him, who was staring at his shoes.

"I can't believe I did that." He laughed, making you smile slightly.

"I don't think I'm ever going to act my age, I wanna stay young, I wanna have fun. I want to be a teenager that makes stupid mistakes with their best friend." You smiled, making Peter grin slightly, before picking you up and twirling you around.

"This is why I love having you as a best friend Y/N." He laughed, before dragging you into the bowling alley.

You both walked up to the lane you were assigned, your inner competitiveness showing through both of you.

You walked up to the lane, ready to roll the ball, but freaked when you felt hands on your sides, tickling you.

Your ball flew out of your hands, going into the gutter, but you couldn't stop laughing.

"Peter!" You shrieked, making him laugh along with you.

"Oops, you missed." He grinned, making you glare at him playfully.

You both spent the entire game messing with each other, Peter kept constantly making you miss, making you extremely frustrated, while you did the exact same to him.

By the time the game was over, you both had done terrible.

"You're terrible at bowling you know that right Parker?" You bumped into his shoulder, as he smirked.

"Am I really though?" He looked down at you, seeing your confused expression.

"What do you mean?" You looked up at him, seeing his smile turn into a grin.

"Bowling is one of my favorite sports," He grinned, making you even more confused than before.

"Okay and?" You laughed, seeing his face still have the same grin.

"I was going to say, bowling is one of my favorite sports cause I always strike out with girls." He laughed, making your eyes widen in shock.

"Peter!" You laughed, hitting his chest.

"You know it's true, you're one of them." He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing full well he was right, but at this moment you didn't really care.

You were just happy to have a friend like him.

And there ain't nobody that can get in our way,

Oh, it's all good, it's alright, it's okay,

We can live however we want,

I wanna stay young,

I wanna have fun,

So if that's okay,

I don't think I'm ever going to act my age.

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joyfullynervouscreator · 7 years ago

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Silver and Amethyst ch2

@life-is-righteous

Chapter 2 - continuation of the story of the parents of the ri-brothers.

The next time Natfári actually met Arnóra, she was standing with her father and uncles at Prince Thraín’s engagement party. Of course, he was there mainly to check that everything went according to plan, no uninvited guests – possible assassins – slipping by his spies. The King was growing more paranoid lately, convinced that some of the nobles wanted to dethrone him. Natfári had done his utmost to allay those fears – anyone wealthy enough to pay for a royal assassination was by definition also wealthy enough to understand that the lax circumstances they currently lived under could change rapidly for the worse with a more observant and less paranoid ruler.

Thraín tried, he did, and young Lady Frís, whom everyone knew as being on friendly terms with the Elves, attempted to smooth things over with their royal neighbours, though Natfári feared it was a matter of time before Thrór strained matters to such an extent that even the most diplomatic of dwarrow would not be able to mitigate the damage. He had allowed his son to follow his heart, something that had surprised many who had heard the way he spoke about Elves and those who did business with them – among whom Lady Frís and her parents were certainly counted, being personal friends of Elven Royalty. Banishing his dark thoughts, Natfári grabbed himself a goblet of mead, circling the room until he found himself staring into a pair of enchanting emerald eyes across the dance floor. It took him a second before he realised the eyes belonged to Arnóra who must have come of age by now, he suddenly realised. Her mithril hair was intricately braided into her beard and decorated with brilliant dark amethysts that made it shine all the brighter. She was currently speaking to some nobledwarf of little consequence, but she looked up when she felt his eyes on her. Natfári pretended not to be watching as she tilted her head thoughtfully, a slight frown appearing before it cleared into a brilliant smile aimed in his direction. He didn’t even realise he was returning the smile until she turned away to say something to her adad who nodded calmly. Natfári could have escaped easily, by at least seven different routes – only one of which included ducking out of a nearby window and climbing down to the level below the Ballroom – but he found himself curiously frozen to the spot as he watched her circle the dancefloor. He did not need his spy-training to know she was heading for him.

Arnóra felt slightly breathless as she sped – without running like she wanted to, to make sure ‘N’ didn’t just vanish again – around the dancefloor. If she could have, she would have pushed her way through the dancers, but they were doing a circle dance with interweaving rows and she’d get hopelessly tangled if she tried. Her skirts – a beautiful deep purple to match her hair pieces in just the right shade to complement her hair without washing her out – swished over the green stone floor.

“This time, I do not require rescue, Master ‘N’,” she said, feeling a little breathless as she spoke her greeting.

“So I see, Lady Arnóra,” he bowed, his red tresses catching the light of the torch behind him in a coppery shimmer. “Would you care for a glass of mead if I offered you that, perhaps, in lieu of my dagger to the throat of some unfortunate scum?”

When she laughed, he knew he was in trouble. The sound did odd things to him, fluttery things he’d thought only existed in those horrid books his friend Geilis liked to collect and giggle over with her gossipy circle of dwarrowdams. Natfári shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge the feeling. It persisted. Mechanically, he poured a goblet of mead for Arnóra, who curtsied in thanks. Natfári didn’t think anyone had curtsied at him before. It was… weirdly endearing, even if she was technically above him in rank.

“Will you tell me your name?” she asked, looking hopeful. “I cannot always refer to you as ‘The Mysterious ‘N’’” she chuckled, when he took slightly too long to answer.

“Natfári, son of Northrasir, Lady Arnóra,” he heard himself answering with the truth. Mentally, he berated himself. He could have picked any number of credible aliases, and he had to go and tell her the truth just because she smiled at him with those pretty eyes? What kind of hardened spymaster was he?

Oblivious to Natfári’s inner monologue, Arnóra smiled widely, holding out her hand. “Then it is very nice to make your acquaintance at last, Master Natfári, and offer you my deepest gratitude for your…timely assistance.” A dark look passed over her pretty face at the end of the sentence, and Natfári cursed himself, even as he took her hand, bending to press his lips to her knuckles. Her hand was warm, he noted, in a distant corner of his mind, and her wrist smelled like roses.

Arnóra could hardly breathe. His beard is so soft… she thought, sure that she was blushing like a silly child at the feel of it against her fingers. Wondering what those red locks might feel like under her fingers if she dared unbind the braids that contained them, Arnóra felt almost giddy.

“I only wish I had come sooner, Lady Arnóra,” Natfári whispered against her knuckles, hearing her breath speed up slightly as he spoke. Rising to his full height once more, he gave her a smile that he feared was far too sappy for their acquaintance.

“You were in time, Master Natfári,” she replied, but he knew they were both remembering what would have happened had he not been. “And I very much enjoyed learning to use the gift you got me. It made me feel…safe.”

He couldn’t decide if her blushes were more adorable than her laughs, but it was a close call. He nodded at her words. Nauma had been the same way, after those bastard Men had… Natfári’s fist clenched in impotent anger. “I am glad. I am afraid that I passed your gift on to my sister as a Name-day present,” he admitted, feeling suddenly worried that she would take offense, but Arnóra just laughed.

“Mistress Nauma is your sister?” she asked, smiling. “I had wondered – you do not look much alike – but I recognise my own work, Master Natfári.” She was right that he and Nauma were not alike, with his rust-red hair and her honey curls, Nauma’s skin nut-brown like their amad, while he was pale like Northrasir. He was thin and wiry, while Nauma was short – even for a Dwarf – and quite rotund.

“She was instantly smitten with it,” he admitted, “and she – I like to,” he didn’t know why he was suddenly admitting all these things to an almost-stranger, but it worried him that he wasn’t more worried about it, “I like to spoil her, at least a little.” Not that it would make up for being too late to do more than set her broken bones and witness her tears, but he liked the way she smiled when he brought her something pretty. It soothed the raw edges of a wound that would never heal.

“I know,” Arnóra said, “she told me, once, when she was commissioning a piece for someone named Geilis.” He nodded; he had seen the intricately braided and twisted-together wires that framed Geilis’ favourite yellow topaz and recognized Arnóra’s hand in the design.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, surprising himself. He idly thought that he would end up enslaved by her smiles and wondered if she’d be a kind mistress, which led to thoughts he shouldn’t think in the middle of a crowded Ball. Pushing away any notion of anything untoward, he simply offered Arnóra his hand, surprised by how willingly she took it. The intricate steps of the current dance forced him to focus on something beside the hand he held and the smell of roses that seemed to linger in her wake as they spun and jumped and danced among all the other happy couples. Natfári caught sight of Prince Thraín, seemingly lost to the world as he stared into the sparkling eyes of Lady Frís, the two of them ignoring everyone else, swaying gently in each other’s arms while the dance continued around them, flowing like water around a rock. The dancers twirled, and Natfári remembered to lift his partner, who put her hands on his shoulders, laughing with a clear joy that seemed to echo in his bones. Beneath his hands, and the silk and satin of her dress, he could feel Arnóra’s waist, feel the way her laughter moved her middle. She was a little wider than he was, sturdy build, like a proper Longbeard. It was… appealing.

Much later that evening, Natfári climbed in the window of his sister’s room – why use the doors if there were windows? – and collapsed in a heap at the foot of her bed. Nauma grumbled sleepily at him, but woke when he did not immediately begin telling her all about the ball.

“You seem… disturbed, nadad,” she whispered, prodding his side with a toe. “Did the Ball not go well?”

“Aye, it went very well,” he admitted quietly. “I’m in trouble Nami,” he continued, the petname old – even if it was not so different from her real name, it was still something uniquely theirs. “I’m in so much trouble.”

“Now, you’re worrying me, Nati,” she replied, rustling the bedclothes to turn and light a candle so she could see him properly. Natfári was incapable of wiping the goofy grin – and the panic in his eyes – away before she noted it. “Tell me, nadad, or I will tickle you until you do,” she threatened, only half in jest. She would do it too, Natfári knew, and she’d be relentless.

“I think I’ve met my One,” he said quietly, watching her face closely. Nauma gaped.

“You’re sure? Who is it? Anyone I know? What will you tell Adad?” When she fired a barrage of questions at him, Natfári relaxed, falling back on the mattress with a thump.

“You know the little wire-weaver you’re so fond of? The one who made that silver and amethyst necklace I gave you.”

“Arnóra?” his sister screeched. “Arnóra is your One?” Natfári winced. He was surprised when Nauma launched herself at him, hugging him like it was going out of fashion. “Mahal’s beard, but that’s perfect. Oh, oh, nadad, she’s so sweet, and SO pretty!” Nauma gushed. Natfári wheezed. Nauma was heavy when his lungs were taking all her weight. “Did you tell her? Did she feel it too?” Unable to get a word in edgewise, Natfári simply smiled at his sister’s excitement. The candle threw the scars on the left side of her face into stark relief, but for once she wasn’t hiding behind her hair, and he felt an almost painful pride at the way she was rambling on about Arnóra – whom she apparently knew quite a lot better than he had realised – gushing about this and that and force-feeding him a constant stream of tiny titbits of knowledge concerning the mithril-haired dam. Natfári could only smile. Tonight had been a very good night, he thought, falling asleep while Nauma was still bombarding him with information.

In a different – and a bit more affluent – area of Erebor, Arnóra was having almost the same conversation with her sister Norin, in hushed whispers as she shared her delicious new secret. Her quiet celebration had only one minor flaw: she had no idea where to begin to look for Natfári, son of Northrasir, but Norin wisely pointed out that the dwarf had managed to leave a gift on Arnóra’s windowsill and returned at least once, so he knew where they lived. Falling asleep with a wide grin on her face, Arnóra was swept away in dreams filled with red hair, soft silver-grey eyes and roguish smirks.

Dwelf-’verse on Ao3

#parents of Ri's #Dwelf-'verse #life in erebor #Silver and Amethyst

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geminioriginalsimagines · 8 years ago

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Little Girl

Requests: “I'm really,really sorry I thought I was done honest but I saw the Kai gif thing and now fluff, cooking cupcakes with Kai for your little girls birthday party (yum cupcakes) Please and Thank you ~S” (Credits to gif owners!)

Kai's daughter meant everything to him. From being a lost cause, to falling in love for the first time, learning how to control himself, getting married and having a daughter, she was his whole world. Its her birthday. Her fifth birthday to be exact which sort of came as a shock to Kai. He knew exactly how old she was going to be yet he couldn't believe five years ago he didn't know what to do in the hospital room.

He wasn't exactly sure what to say, or how to hold her. Or how to react when he saw her face between the thick blankets for the first time. For so long he was confused with emotion, but he cried. He cried with the biggest smile on his face when he cradled her in his arms. He was wrapped around her finger ever since.

Now she was big enough to sit on his lap and could speak full sentences. His one biggest fear was that she would be a siphon like him. But it turned out that she inherited her mother's trait and was 100% witch. Y/N, his wife and first best friend, was a witch from another coven. They'd met when the Salvatores and their friends needed help and refused to ask Kai.

Only at that time Kai had siphoned enough power and worked on a spell with Y/N for a while until they had it perfect. She was the first woman to ever make his face turn red and be nervous to approach with confidence. Damon soon revealed that Kai had a crush on her and he couldn't believe what he had heard. "I can't like someone. I don't like anybody." But Damon kept telling him he was crushing hard.

After many nights at the grill drinking and thinking about what a crush was a how it worked. Stefan sat next to him and explained how to talk to her and how to ask her on a date, how to be civil and what to expect. The do's and don'ts. It was a lot to comprehend but it went so well that a few years later they're married with a little girl.

Kai didn't know what he'd do without his little family. He was still a piece of work no doubt, but each day he was getting better. Opening up and trying to make himself better for his wife and daughter. Like helping her bake pink cupcakes that she wanted for her birthday.

Y/N couldn't help but admire her rather handsome husband as he helped their five year old with the frosting, Standing over the table, helping her get every sprinkle in place. His tongue between his teeth as he concentrated. Until he was scolded for something so silly that made all three of them laugh. "No rings!" She cried. "They're dirty! Yuck!" She pushed his hands away but Kai didn't listen.

"That's why you wash your hands." He sang to her. "I bet I can frost twenty more cupcakes before you finish just that one." He dared her, licking his lips and readying his stance over the table. He was ready to go but the little girl started rushing, making a mess.

"Or you two dorks could work as a team." Y/N stood with her hand on her hip. "One frosts while the other does sprinkles?" She suggested. Kai gave her the sort of 'you kidding?' look. "I think it would be easier."

Kai looked back over at his daughter, her face concentrated on trying to understand her mother. "She's making cupcake with dad now. No need for being organized." Kai dismissed his wife with a playful hand. "Ready?" Kai eyed his daughter. "Set...go!" His hands worked the butter knife smoothly, frosting the sugar evenly over all areas of the cupcake. He was moving rather quickly until the little one reached up and smeared pink frosting on his face.

"You look goofy!" She giggled, hiccupping in between.

"That won't stop me none. Watch this." Kai finished his fifth cupcake while their daughter was still on her second. Kai started twirling the knife between his fingers. What a show off. He whispered in a low, inspirational sort of voice, like a philospher. "If you want to frost the cupcake you must be the cupcake." He noted, taking his finger and licking the frosting off of his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Have a kid they said, it'll be fun they said. Its fun until the husband becomes the kid himself." But Kai ignored her. "Who's ordering the pizza while I blow up balloons then?"

"I bet I can call the pizza place while I frost these cupcakes." But the little girl tried pushing him away from the table to beat him. "Already on the tenth one!" He called to his daughter who was balled up, concentrating on making the cupcake look beautiful.

"Why don't you just use magic to finish them." Y/N mocked but Kai grinned. "Don't do it." She warned.

Kai licked his lips, working at the eighteenth cupcake. "Clock is ticking, you're gonna lose!" He sang to his daughter who kept trying to push him away from the table so she could have time to finish her own cupcakes. She was so cute and focused. "Oh! Don't make me do it!" Kai chanted, frosting the last cupcake.

Their daughter rolled her eyes. "Not salt bae dad!" She begged. Kai grabbed a handful of sprinkles, cocked his arm back and easily spread the sprinkles over the cupcake. "Mommy!" She called. "No more youtube for him!"

Kai clapped his hands together and then started dancing. "You're just mad you can't front twenty cupcakes in like three minutes." He poked his daughter in the nose. "Can I at least get a high five?" He held his hands out. His daughter willingly high fiving him. Y/N shook her head.

"Can I suck the helium out of the tank?" Kai chirped. "Don't give me that look. We never use the rest of it anyway. It just sits in the basement."

"How am I supposed to get anything done if I have to watch you, her and make sure you're even doing what you're supposed to do?" Y/N's eyes rolled. "You can start by ordering the pizza."

"Make sure its pepperoni, Dad!" The little girl chimed.

"I'll order sausage just for you." Kai mocked.

"Yuck!" She shrieked. "Finished!"

"I think salt bae needs to fix those sprinkles." Kai threatened.

The little girl just groaned. "Will you stop. Just for a second?" Y/N pleaded and took a seat, curling up on the chair and unpacking the balloons. "I need you to tie them. No magic. Just tie them and let them float around."

"But can I suck the helium out of the can?"

"I wanna suck helium out of it too!"

Y/N pursed her lips together and gave Kai an unamused look. "How am I supposed to get these blown up?" Kai took a seat on the cold tile and pulled the can in front of him.

"You order the pizza. We got this." Kai promised, but could she even trust the both of them to tie balloons together? More than likely not. "Pepperoni, cheese-" He listed.

"Don't forget Daddy likes vegetables on his!" Their rather supportive daughter chanted. Kai high fived her.

"One of my girls have my back now." Y/N couldn't believe how difficult it was to throw a birthday party with Kai around. Everyone including Damon had warned her. They had even offered to babysit Kai while Y/N got the planning done. But Kai wanted to help, he wanted to be there for his little girl. And while he was a work in progress, she wasn't going to take that from him. She just wished he'd cooperate rather than be on his own program.

While Y/N dialed the number on her phone, she glanced over her shoulder at Kai smacking their daughter with a balloon and her giggling couldn't be controlled. Or how he rubbed the balloon in his hair and entertained her with static electricity.

"Don't tell mom I let you do this." Kai whispered and started laughing upon hearing his daughter's helium laced voice. "You sound like one of those chipmunks."

"Alvin and the Chipmunks!" She corrected in her newfound squeaky voice and laughed.

"I'll blow up twenty balloons before you blow up that one." Kai challenged. "There won't be any salt bae with this one. I have to find my own victory routine."

Kai looked over his shoulder where his wife was returning from the kitchen table where she cleaned and ordered pizza at the same time. "Be good be good. Focus, mom's coming." He pushed at his daughter and casually started tying balloons when she returned.

"Don't act like you're not goofing around. I have eyes." Y/N sighed and crossed her legs. Kai glanced up at her through his long lashes. "I'm not helping. I've been cleaning all day. Guests will be here, the balloons aren't finished-"

"They're almost finished." Kai defended he and his daughter. "Then I'll go get the pizzas. And you can let the guests in. Blah blah blah blah blah-" He trailed off.

"Mhm-" Y/N watched him crawl to his feet.

"Blah blah blah-" He chimed, bending over to kiss his beautiful wife. "Blah blah blah-" He laughed when he pulled away. The room was quiet, Y/N remembering exactly why she fell in love with Kai. He was childish and annoying, he most definitely wasn't serious when he should be but it took away some of the stress to watch him interact with their daughter.

Amidst the quiet room, their daughter continued playing with the strings for the balloons. "Daddy? You're not doing the salt bae on the pizza when everyone's here...are you?"

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