#brucethor au

[questionableratatouille00]

(ships would be: WandaVision, Stevebucky, brucethor, winterbones, pepperony, clintlaura, samnat, PeterMJ, etc.)

[pirateprincess714]

♥️

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[nixies-creations]

For @blueeyesblazing, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the first of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Blue, for MTH 2020!

Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner - Mermaid AU.

Also on Ao3.

Quiet.

Calm.

Peacefulness.

That’s what his coworkers and friends had ganged up on him and said, before badgering him into taking the vacation. Have one tiny, tiny little work induced rage attack, and suddenly all of his workaholic friends have a minor freak out about his well being. Okay, Bruce amends, it’d been more than one rage attack — but come on, seriously, who wouldn’t have hit Mr. Ross when he’d tried to sink Bruce’s department because the man for some reason hated Bruce.

You need more sunlight, Helen had suggested, her face twisted into a concerned frown as she watched him sway where he stood, hands shaking as he reached towards the near empty coffee pot.

You need to stare at something else for a week or two or you’ll melt your brain, Jane mentioned — Bruce would like to point out what a hypocrite she is, considering Jane only took time off if Darcy laid across her long enough for Jane to pass out.

You should get laid, take a little me time, Tony adds with a wiggle of his brow and a cheeky grin curling at his lips.

Of course he doesn’t think they quite meant it like this, Bruce muses with a smile as he watches the way Thor looks utterly fascinated by the way blender works. Yeah, they probably hadn’t meant for him to go on vacation — to one of Tony’s families vacation homes in Europe — and to almost immediately be rescued by a merman of all creatures.

Lesson learned though, no falling asleep reading on a deck, if it didn't have proper railings to keep people like him, who tossed and turned and moved around in their sleep.

But it had all worked out, in the end, he thinks as he curls his toes into the warmed wood of the deck. Grinning, Bruce lets his gaze fall onto Thor, and thinks that his friends probably hadn't meant for this to happen.

“Friend Bruce,” Thor nearly bellows out, eyes wide and shining with excitement, lips stretched into a wide awed grin. He heaves himself up onto the deck with the handrails of the step ladder, laying his torso along the warmed wood as he reaches towards the machine. “Do you see this? Did you?”

Chuckling softly, he gives a nod, and settles back. Lets himself enjoy the sun, the cool breeze, the time to do nothing but sit about and do nothing. To do nothing but let his gaze trace along the flexing muscles of Thor’s bare arms. Watch the way the muscles of his back shift as he unplugs the blender and turns it this way and that, the way his tail — covered in shiny blue, near electric in the way they shine in the water — twists and shifts where it’s still swaying in the water.

Swallowing, Bruce feels his cheeks heat as he snaps his gaze up, staring at the back of Thor’s head.

Where it was safe to look.

“Bruce, Bruce,” Thor calls, twisting to grin at him before nodding at the machine held carefully in his grip — they’d learned early on, Thor was unusually strong compared to humans. “Come, explain how this works to me.”

Nodding, Bruce pushes himself out the deck chair he’d been lounging in, and makes his way over. Because it’s not like he could say no to Thor, not with how his days were numbered before he had to head back to his life in New York.

Unless…. he decided to stay.

Here.

With Thor.

Hmmm…..could he?

[dreamycloud]

New chapter posted on AO3 for my Lokius coffee shop au fic!

In which Mobius completes all the stamps on his rewards card and Loki is shooketh by this. He wants to even the score by doing some snooping of his own, trying to find out why it was he somehow missed this silver-haired man back in his time at Odinson’s—and that requires him to reach out to Thor.

Or, the chapter where Mobius continues to be cute and tooth-rotting Thor/Bruce fluff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32507524/chapters/82396273

[captainenjolras]

Ok so I always imagined Thor and Bruce having a daughter and I have to much free time on my hands so what did I do? Just that. And this is the result:

Future Queen of Asgard ❤️

[robertbruceodinson]

i just found a thorbruce author on archive of our own who has over 20 fanfics and 50,000+ words. i am ready to fuck up my non existent sleepinh schedule for this.

[bikerfaggot]

Bruce wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Even though the set hadn’t yet started, the room was humid and smelled of cigarette smoke. He hated it. Open amphitheater concerts were what he vastly preferred, but those were hard to come by, especially at this time of year. His November layers lay backstage in a heap, piled on top of his car keys and Steve’s phone.

“Hello, everyone,” their band’s lead singer, who went by the stage name Valkyrie, greeted. Bruce drew himself out of his thoughts, giving the crowd a toothy grin. “We’re Punch Nazis! and we hope you enjoy our show.” She gave a whoop and produced a flask from her belt, waving at Bruce to count off.

He did, his sticks hitting the snare hard for the opening beat. Everything else went quiet in his mind as they played for the fifteen minute set, almost making him forget that this was their audition for battle of the bands. He refused to acknowledge, and by extent, get anxious over—that though, because he didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t make it. Sam and Steve strummed like this was life or death, so Bruce did the same, giving his performance an energy that he was unable to describe. He twirled his sticks between beats, double kicked the bass, and just generally turned things up a notch. Finally, it was over, and he was dripping in sweat, his arms and the backs of his shoulders burning.

Steve leaned in close to his mic and thanked the audience, before encouraging them all to “go out and punch a Nazi tonight.” Bruce smiled and stood, tucking his sticks into the back pocket of his jeans. The band exited the stage together and was greeted by Bucky, Sam’s boyfriend and the band’s occasional second bass. When he felt like it. He clapped Steve on the shoulder, excitement rolling off of him in waves.

“Guys, guys,” he said, waving at Brunnhilde to keep her from continuing backstage. “I think that that was the best I’ve seen you play.” His smile was huge, and Sam had to squeeze his hand just to get him to stop bouncing on his toes so violently. “I’m serious, the judge out there looked blown away!”

Bruce’s eyes widened. “You saw her?”

“Yeah, of course I did!”

He blinked in faux surprise. “Oh, I thought you just stood back here and ogled Sam when you weren’t on stage.” Bucky turned red and pointed a finger menacingly at Bruce’s chest, though he was barely containing a laugh.

“I’ll kill you, Banner. Don’t think I won’t.” Bruce had to bite his tongue to keep from snorting, and the two of them stared at each other in tense silence for a few seconds.

Bucky was alright, Steve had dragged him to one of the first practices and everyone hit it off really well with him (especially Sam). Bruce couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere, though. Maybe he looked like his mom’s brother or something. He hadn’t seen his uncle in years, so maybe that was it. Looks aside, the dude was chill. He could play bass better than just about anyone Bruce had ever met and his stone cold, yet somehow still friendly, demeanor fit in well with the group’s dynamic.

Bruce was the first to break, just as Sam started to hide his laughter from behind Bucky. Soon enough, the band was in happy shambles, the stress from their audition melting away in the hugs and shoves being exchanged. The next audition started, and Punch Nazis! moved farther backstage, where the sound from the set became warped and muted. Bruce liked the way it sounded back there, but it turned out Brunnhilde wanted to check out the competition, so they headed to the house, working their way through the thick crowd.

The band that was auditioning was fronted by a kid in a bright red hoodie who couldn’t have been more than seventeen. They were good, though, and Bruce shifted around on his feet with anxiety as he thought about their chances of beating the other seven bands who would be allowed in. If their band even made it through auditions.

He worried all through the next three auditions, his stomach twisting into knots and his head pounding. Steve gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder and leaned in close, the shitty stadium-style seat creaking loudly as he moved. “Bruce,” he whispered, eyes locked onto the stage, “we’ll make it in. Don’t worry.” Bruce gave a weak smile and nodded as his teeth started to grind together. Better to not get even more anxious, he reasoned silently. He let a shiver rack his body, even though he was still sweating from the heat and humidity in the venue. Sometimes the vibration helped to calm him down. This time the effect was mediocre, but he accepted it and focused his attention on the next band, which was coming on stage just at that moment.

The band was composed of four people with long hair, though only two of them appeared to present as women. Bruce’s anxiety faded into the background as his interest was piqued. The lead singer, a tall, dark skinned man with long dreadlocks, looked into the audience with knowing eyes, his gaze steady even through the glaring stage lights. Bruce got uneasy looking at him, like the man knew every single one of his secrets, so he looked at a different member. She was seated at the drums, her dark hair pulled in a half-up, half-down ponytail. Bruce smiled, though he knew she couldn’t see him, and watched her technique for a few seconds before his eyes slid to the next member. Her hair was inky black and came about to her shoulders, and her acid green bass was covered with the decal of a snake. Her lips were curved in a mischievous smile, again making Bruce feel uneasy.

He blinked.

He had no idea why he all of a sudden was so interested in one of the rival bands.

And then the guitarist started a solo, and Bruce’s attention was drawn in again. He hadn’t even heard the set starting, even when he was watching them all sing or play their instruments, until this. It wasn’t anything too fancy, no, but the solo finally broke through Bruce’s cloudy mind—and ears—to draw him back into reality. The guitar player, with his long blond hair, played like a god through the rest of the set, and Bruce knew, deep in his soul, that he would have to speak with these band members at some point during the competition, even though he was sure that they could grind his average playing ass under their heels.

As soon as they left the stage, Bruce became restless again. He motioned to Steve that he had to go somewhere, and darted backstage before the band could leave. He didn’t know what he was going to say when he got to them, but his heart started to beat faster and faster as he passed crew members taking their instruments off stage.

All of a sudden, he rammed into someone, and his heart stopped dead. It was the bassist, but she had put on a leather jacket since coming backstage. She sneered at him and he blurted a quick apology before stumbling over a compliment about her performance.

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Bruce,” he responded quickly. She intimidated him, a lot. “Bruce Banner.” The woman nodded, a smile starting to return to her lips.

“I’m Loki,” she said, and Bruce waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. She just stood there, her eyebrow raised.

“Well, I came back to tell your band that-” He paused, his tongue suddenly frozen. The guitarist had appeared behind Loki, and his bright grin was enough to make Bruce want to pass out right then and there.

“‘That’?” Loki prompted, unaware of the man approaching.

“Oh, uh,” Bruce stammered, “you guys did great.”

She nodded again, practically oozing suspicion. “Thank you, Bryce.” He didn’t dare correct her. He nodded and gave a small smile, turning quickly to return to the audience. Bad idea, he told himself, as the guitarist asked Loki who he was. “He said his name was Bruce Banner,” he heard Loki say, and he felt a pang of confusion. Had she said the wrong name to intimidate him even further?

If so, it had worked.

After auditions, Punch Nazis! was apprehensive. Many bands that they had seen were fantastic, and the band’s insecurity in their sound kept them assuming the worst. The official webpage of the Battle of the Bands was supposed to update with the bands who had made it late the next day, so the members of Bruce’s band gathered in Bucky and Sam’s apartment to have a “depression party,” as Bucky called it.

Steve aggressively shoved his tortilla chip into the guacamole that Brunnhilde had brought as he watched the rest of the group refresh Bruce’s laptop over and over.

“Guys,” Bruce whispered half-heartedly, “you’re going to break her.” He closed his eyes and listened to the excruciating noise of the group slamming their fingers onto the touchpad.

Then, it stopped. He heard a gasp, then someone grabbed him, their fingers almost digging through his sweater.

“Bruce,” Sam said into his ear, “look!”

So he did. And it may have just changed his life.

The first round was held just a few days later, all eight bands crowded backstage of the same venue that they had auditioned in. Bruce was nominated by his friends to check which band they were competing against, but as he approached the paper with the listings on it, he saw Loki again, and froze in his step.

“Ah, hello, Bryce,” she said, walking closer. “It appears that you’ve made it in.”

Bruce nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. She was still trying to intimidate him? “And you as well, though I-” His mouth got even chalkier as the guitarist, yet again, started to walk up behind Loki. “-I knew you would. Your audition was fantastic,” he said quickly, having learned from last time. The guitarist made eye contact with him and appeared to start walking just a little bit faster, though Bruce may have been imagining it. He got there in no time, though, and that was a big problem. Bruce would have issues speaking in front of, or God forbid, to, this man.

“Bruce was your name, wasn’t it?” The guitarist asked, holding out a hand. Bruce snapped back to the moment, reaching briskly to accept the handshake.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s Bruce.” He saw Loki roll her eyes with a flourish of the hand, and Thor’s eyes flicked to her for just a moment before he let go of Bruce’s hand.

“Excuse my sister, she can be quite dramatic, both in the realm of ‘melo’ and ‘over.’” That earned a quiet laugh from Bruce, who suddenly felt the room around them quiet.

Just like a rom-com, Bruce, he thought, smiling up at the still-stranger.

“Oh!” Thor said after a beat. “How could I forget to tell you my name! I’m Thor Odinson, the guitarist in Battle Axes.”

“Bruce!” Steve called out as Bruce made his way back to the group. “Who are we versing?”

Bruce flopped into a worn leather chair and blinked at his band-mate. “What?” He asked.

Brunnhilde stood and pointed at him. “Oh my God, you didn’t even check, did you?”

“Check what?” Bruce murmured, a warmth curling through his chest.

“I’m going to go do it,” she responded, rolling her eyes and marching off quickly.

She returned just under a minute later, her boots resounding dully on the concrete floor. “Guys,” she said, breathless, “we’re on in five.”

Despite almost being late for the very first round of the competition, things were going well. Bruce had a mild splinter from his first set of sticks cracking, but he had pulled another pair out without missing a beat. Literally. After the set, the band met backstage; apparently, a certain other fairly aggressively named band was just finishing their backstage meeting. Thor gave Bruce a thumbs up as Battle Axes took the stage for their performance.

Bruce turned and watched him make sure his guitar was connected to the amp, but his vision was soon blocked by a very angry, alcoholic college dropout. “You could’ve lost this for us, Bruce.” He looked up at her and apologized sincerely, but his eyes wandered back down to the stage, where a man with long, golden hair played guitar like a god. “Oh dear Jesus, Bruce! Was it him?” Brunnhilde seemed angry again, and Bruce realized it was probably because of all of the staring.

“Yeah,” he admitted meekly. “It was. Sorry.”

She sighed and started to walk away, gently knocking her hand on the back of his head. “You can’t date him until we wipe the floor with their band. You got it?”

Bruce got it.

Bruce wiped his brow and set the drumsticks across the rim of his snare, picking up the decorational set and wedging them into the back pocket of his jeans. Final sets were over, and now it was time to be judged: Punch Nazis! vs Battle Axes. The two bands lined up next to each other, and Bruce watched as Brunnhilde smiled at Sif across the stage. Looked like she finally got over the “mortal enemies” thing. He took his chance to look over at Thor before things got bad for one of them, only to see Thor already looking at him. Thor raised his hand in a “call me?” gesture, almost making Bruce laugh out loud in front of the judges. However, he knew this was going to happen because of all of the times they had snuck into the green rooms to talk in a quiet place and sat on broken amps backstage to tell each other jokes. Calling each other post-competition was the crucial next step.

Bruce subtly asked Bucky to switch him places in the line-up, and Thor started making his way toward the center as well, until they were only a foot or so away from each other. Bruce pulled the drumsticks out and handed them over, watching the way Thor’s face scrunched up when he saw the ten digit number scrawled on both of them.

“So,” he said, leaning in so that Bruce could hear him, “I guess it is I who will be doing the calling.” Bruce laughed, motioning to the sticks.

“Sure hope you don’t break both of those, too,” he jabbed, earning a gasp.

“I thought you said you’d never talk about that again!” Thor accused, though there was no real bite. Bruce shrugged, his attention suddenly being snagged by a judge walking up to the microphone.

“Alright, everyone. It was very close between these two fantastic bands, but the winner of the New York City Annual Battle of the Bands is-”

Bruce didn’t hear the winner, as he was too busy telling Thor that the event desperately needed a shorter title.

[dammit-stark]

Thorbruce soulmate au?

thorbruce soulmate au - - 1.7k words

When Bruce wakes up from another hulk-induced haze, he doesn’t know where he is. He also doesn’t recognize the weird-looking spot on his chest.

“Huh, that’s new,” He says, then pulls on a shirt and a probably-not-dirty pair of pants, Thor kindly makes sure he’s all in one piece, pats him on the back, and they move on with their lives.

“You are alright, sir Banner?” Thor asks, straightening Bruce’s back-up tee shirt. They’ve spent a lot of time together since the whole blowing-up-of-Asgard thing, “I would hate if something had happened to you.”

Bruce shakes his head, “I’m fine,” He says, “As always. Thanks, Thor.”

“Anything for you, my valiant, green, punching friend!” Thor tells him, and Bruce can’t remember when he became lucky enough to have genuinely good people in his chaotic, messy life.

Bruce smiles, tight lipped and shy, but doesn’t say anything else. There’s a weird burn where the new mark resides, and the doctor dutifully ignores it in the meantime.

Bruce doesn’t think anything of the oddly shaped blemish until one day the hulk is thrown into a freeway by a megalomaniacal genetically modified crocodile man, and he wakes up an hour and a half later to Thor’s big hands shaking him awake as he is surrounded by the legs of half a dozen Avengers. As his eyes blink open, Thor sighs in relief and eagerly helps him up as Nat hands him a cotton blanket.

Thor walks with Bruce until he regains his balance, a strong hand on his arm as he animatedly details the Hulk’s part in the battle. They walk in an aimless Circle, and Bruce just lets it all wash over him, a weird and unfamiliar feeling settling in his stomach. He hypothesizes that it’s probably concussion-related, though the Hulk has never been known to have the ability to become concussed. Thor tells him about the dog he’d met the day before. For all intents and purposes, it’s nice.

“Hey, doc?” Tony asks as the whole group walks back to the helicarrier, “Do we need you to talk to medical? What’s that on your chest?”

Bruce looks down and sure enough poking out of the emergency blanket is the same oblong mark that had appeared a few weeks earlier, only darker and maybe a little greener too.

“I don’t know,” Bruce says, and he pulls the blanket tighter around himself, his shoulder muscles their typical tense mess as he thinks about how great it’d be to just get home, “It’s been there a bit. I don’t worry about it.”

Bruce flees from Tony’s custody as soon as he’s on the ship and he goes to find some clothes and move on with his life. His life’s been filled with one too many biological mysteries to dwell on a little slightly green spot on his chest. Even if said slightly green spot seemed to correspond with a certain weird, fluttery feeling in his chest.

The third time the mark shows up, it has nothing to do with the Hulk and that’s when Bruce starts to get worried.

The Avengers has spent the day training, but Bruce hadn’t felt up to bringing the Hulk out, so he sat in a corner and meditated with his teammates when they took a step out of the ring. When they decide they’re done for the day, sweaty and just shy of overworked, Thor demands ice cream for the whole group of them.

They traipse into Coldstone Creamery and nearly bring the building down with them. The look on Thor’s face is worth the shock of the other customers.

“Banner!” Thor turns to Bruce, an elated smile spread across his face and a ginormous waffle cone held in his hands, “This delicious treat is like mafic! I wish for you to feel this same euphoria as I do! Please, taste it!”

For some reason, Bruce doesn’t resist.

He takes a big ol’ lick of Thor’s ice cream. He’s never been crazy about chocolate chip cookie dough, but it certainly tastes like magic.

Bruce smiles, and for once everything feels deceptively normal… okay even, edging onto alarmingly happy.

Then Nat pushes Clint off his chair and straight into Mjolnir and Captain America is scolding a couple of notorious international spies for acting like children as Tony Stark poses dramatically for a coupe ofpoorlyhidden paparazzi, and Bruce is reminded of how absolutely absurd his life is.

Thor wraps his arm around the back of Bruce’s chair and he finds himself melting into it anyway. It’s weird.

He doesn’t notice that the mark has come back, darker than ever, until he gets home and into his bed and he looks down.

“Well, shit,” Bruce says aloud to himself, because no harm had been done to his body in at least a week and he honestly has no other explanations for it.

He decides then an there that maybe it’d be appropriate to consult a professional.

He calls Helen Cho up the very next day, and though the mark had certainly dimmed since the previous night, it’s undeniably still there, and she promises over the phone to come by and check it out by noon.

Brice is used to not knowing what the hell is going on inside of his own body, but this feels different.

Thor comes by, once or twice actually, because for some reason he can tell something’s off with Bruce’s mood, but Bruce just shakes his head and sends him on his way. No use getting other people in a tizzy about things too.

Helen comes by at noon on the dot, and while Bruce is busy thanking her profusely for taking the time to come by, she ushers him into a chair and tsks at him.

“You’re a friend, Bruce,” She tells him, “I’d think even you’d be able to tell that by now. So you gotta tell me, what’s up?”

He very shyly unbuttons his shirt and shows her the strange spot on his chest. She makes an offhand comment about how it’d be about where his heart is. Bruce doesn’t see why that particularly matters unless it means he has some advanced skin/heart cancer hybrid that has yet to exist. With Bruce’s luck, he wouldn’t be surprised.

She pokes and prods and hums quixotically, all without betraying any clue as to what the blemish might be in actuality.

Thor comes by for a third time a little bit later while Helen’s taking Bruce’s blood pressure for good measure, and his eyes grow wide in concern.

“Fair Bruce!” He exclaims, as dramatic as ever as Helen peels the contraption off of Bruce’s arm. Thor hovers anxiously at his side, rests a big hand on Bruce’s bare shoulder, “Are you all right?”

Bruce can’t get any words out. It’s all too much to be shirtless and insecure and honestly a little scared and then have Thor’s insanely comforting presence somehow manage to mellow everything out. He just sits there and nods like a mad bobble head until Thor leaves, that increasingly familiar feeling residing in his chest.

Thor smiles in the doorway, one fit out and the other in, a large grip around the frame, “Feel better, dear friend!” He exclaims, then bounds away like the wind.

The door shuts loudly behind him, and suddenly Helen’s giggling.

“You really don’t know, do you? Look down.”

The mark’s definitely darker now than before, by a lot too.

“What’s wrong with me, Helen? Is it- What’s this mean for the hulk?”

“Doctor Banner,” She says, unspooling her stethoscope and taking a seat across from him, “I say this with all due respect, but you’re a moron.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a soulmark, Bruce,” She says and sits back, waits for it to soak in.

“No way, there’s- that’s never been proven.”

“The green shape on your chest suggests otherwise.”

“But I don’t have a soulmate, Helen.”

“Again, look down at the mark on your chest please.”

“Well- who then?”

“You’re an idiot. Think.”

Brice has always been pretty good at thinking. In fact, overthinking is his specialty. So he thinks back. He thinks back to when it first appeared, a strong hand helping him up. To when he woke up, a smiling face before him. To that feeling in his stomach. To the softness in the room. It must show on his face when everything clicks because Helen clicks her tongue, satisfied, “Ah, there it is. I believe I’ve helped you as much as I can here, Bruce. The rest is up to you. Good luck.”

And just like that she leaves having dropped the biggest bombshell of Bruce’s life on him (since the last actual bombshell had been thrown at him at least). He didn’t know what do with himself.

This didn’t just mean he had feelings, deniable, repressible feelings. No, the mere presence of a mark meant that there was somebody out there who’s soul marched his own, a time-tested other half. It’s a strange thought for Bruce, but the longer he dwells on it the more it makes sense.

He thinks of the touches, the lingering eyes, the fluttering stomach. And the face that’s built up opposite him in his mind every time is… Thor. Thor with his huge hands and warm smile, the way he somehow makes any place with him feel like home to Bruce.

Thor comes in later that evening because that’s what he does. He’s kind and caring and blindly pokes himself in his friends��� business. Bruce realizes startlingly that he loved this behemoth of a man.

“Young Bruce!” Thor cheers as he enters Bruce’s private living room, “How is my dear companion’s health? I hope he is well!”

“Uh huh, yeah great,” Bruce mumbles and strides toward the god, hands outstretched and fingers questing. Before Thor can react, he’s wrapping his hands around his wrists, pulling him close, “Learned a lot about myself actually. Important stuff. Good stuff.”

Thor looks curious, content.

Then Bruce grabs onto Thor’s collar and pulls him into a kiss.

The contact of lips on lips tells everything Bruce needed. Soulmates. Huh.

When they split apart, panting, Thor grins, “This is a feeling we can continue to consider?”

“Yeah,” Bruce chuckled, “I think the universe’d certainly like that.”

If anybody knew about signs from the universe, it’d be a god, or a partner. Bruce doesn’t care which. All he knows is that the mark on his chest glows stronger than ever and the feeling in his stomach is like a million birds migrating away from home. His hands wrapped around Thor, Bruce knows, suddenly, that he’s already home.

[thorbruce-is-lit]

Soulmate au pt.2

That’s right folks, it’s finally here

Thor spent the better part of his first few centuries obsessing over the name etched onto his wrist

The name ‘Bruce Banner’ was the most beautiful thing he had heard in his life

He couldn’t keep his eyes off it, tracing the elegant words, copying them into books

Despite his enthusiasm and overall excelling performance in schooling, it wasn’t until Loki pointed out the name wasn’t Asgardian that he realised he wouldn’t meet his soulmate for a while

Even though he was disappointed, Thor knew that fate would eventually bring them together, and after 400 years he stopped searching and decided to let fate take a natural path

In the meantime, Thor began training to become a mighty warrior in the hopes that he would meet this Banner on one of his missions to the other realms

After a milenium, Thor lost hope. He’d been waiting for so long without any sign, so he decided that fate had played a cruel trick, and that this ‘Banner’ didn’t really exist

From then on Thor fought every battle as if it were his last. He decided that if he didn’t have anyone waiting for him, then his self-preservation was meaningless and selfish

Thor begins coming home with more injuries, wondering why fate chose to keep him alive while so many innocent people died around him.

Due to this newfound reckless nature, many of Thor’s injuries left scars. His mother chastised him for being so careless, asking why he fought as if he had nothing to live for

He replied that he fought against fate, as fate had abandoned him to eternal solitude and if his sacrifice could change the fate of others then he would gladly make it

When Loki stoke the tesseract, Thor knew he was unlikely to make it out of this fight without large scale casualty. He knew he could best Loki in a fight, but he was afraid of what tricks were planned for Midgard

When Thor was brought aboard a large flying contraption, he was more than a little frustrated. Two of these men had just prevented him from removing a major threat to their planet, and he wanted to avoid catastrophe

When he was led into a lab, he immediately noticed a very striking man bent over his brother’s sceptre

He wasn’t sure what it was about this man, but he walked directly over to him to introduce himself

When he heard the name come out of his soulmates mouth, he found himself frozen to the spot, incapable of moving

However he shook himself out of his reverie when the man showed no indication of knowing Thor

That was... strange

[nixie-deangel]

ValkyrieThruce, Coffee Shop. 

I'm okay with your history. It made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.

[pirateprincess714]

⚡💜 + 🌊🌴

[nixies-creations]

For @blueeyesblazing, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the second of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Blue, for MTH 2020!

Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner - Family.

Also on Ao3.

Bruce stays there, leaning against the doorway, arms loosely crossed against his chest and he lets himself stare for a long moment. He simply watches as both his daughters little chest rise and fall with each breath they take as they slumber quietly. 

It’d been a bit of a difficult day, what with both Freya and Nattie deciding to be as unruly as they possibly could — though he knew this would happen, expected it because after all no child was well behaved all the time. Lips quirking up at the corners, he just wished they could have done this while he wasn’t solo parenting. 

It was just always easier to combat their nearly two year twins having a bad day, when he had his husband at his side to help. 

Pushing up, he glanced once more to ensure the baby monitor was still on before quietly padding back out of the room, and heading to his own. 

He’s just let himself face plant into his still semi warm pillow, only taking a few seconds to shuffle around so it’s easier to breath, before letting his body go boneless. It had been a hell of a day. 

“They finally go to sleep?”

Bruce lets out a groan, debates with himself long enough to decide it’s not worth it to lift his head so he can turn to look at his husband. “Freya has decided sleep is for the weak apparently,” he says, though the words come out jumbled with how his face is still squished into his pillow.

He feels the bed shake with Thor’s soft laughter, before he feels a warm body press up against his. An arm snakes across his middle, gently maneuvering his body back, his back pressed against Thor’s chest, who’s legs curl up so their knees are tucked together. He’s so completely enveloped in a cocoon of warmth that he can’t help letting out a soft sigh of contentment. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here, love, to help you with them.”

“No,” Bruce mumbles, moving his hand down to tangle his fingers with Thor’s, before bringing their hands up to press gentle kisses along the back of Thor’s. “You needed to go visit the Asgardian settlement, there’s no need to apologize for that.”

He feels Thor’s beard brush against the back of his neck — causing Bruce to bite back the urge to whimper — before soft, gentle kisses are pressed against the skin there. “I know. But I’m still sorry I couldn’t have been here to help.” 

They let themselves lapse into a comfortable silence, before Thor continues on sleepily, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[nomadicbeard]

types of marvel shippers: post endgame edition

stony: both characters were written out but somehow they still managed to win? they claim its perfect balance, as all things should be. they’re so incredibly happy and they skip off into the sunset to either write incredibly hot hook-up fics or character-involved fix-its, although not without copious amounts of angst first

clintasha: like. literally. how. close. can. you. get. to canon. without. being. canon. soulmate aus are all suddenly confirmed. 

brucethor: both characters played as the comic relief but incredibly are somehow the most important to each other throughout the movie. crackshipping one moment and crying about that scene where bruce says thor saved him the next. will now die for this ship

sambucky: literally all headcanons coming true. a little ship but mighty, and growing stronger by the day. quarter are stony shippers, another quarter are ex-stucky shippers (is this where we find the peace?) and the other half are just genuinely chill and lovely people. sam and bucky are best bros now? can’t wait for the weekly sambucky fic to start rolling out on disney +. They’re about to win big, they’re about to win so big

stucky: kind of petty. really petty. a hug? that’s all they fucking get? nine years of movies AND STEVE SAYS GOODBYE TO BUCKY AND YEETS HIMSELF OUT OF THE TIMELINE WITH A FUCKING HU-

pepperony: literally could not be happier. Tony and Pepper living in a cabin with their genius daughter. the last thirty minutes of endgame didn’t happen.

steggy: the last thirty minutes of endgame definitely did happen. have called this since Age of Ultron. ultimate fuck you to those who doubted them. 

ironstrange: still going strong-ish. a bit miffed that stephen fucking knew that tony was going to die all along, but satisfied that stephen was the only one to know how important tony was to the fate of the universe. facial hair bros forever. 

samsteve: *crying* ON yOuR LeFt

romanogers: only had cravings for peanut butter sandwiches since endgame. “i used to be alone but then i got this family.” nat was done dirty

buckynat: *whispering* blackwidowmovieblackwidowmovieBLACKWIDOWMOVIE

[ao3feed-thorbruce]

you never choose

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2L014Ri

by alltears

thor is newest science teacher at crawford high. bruce can deal with that.

(aka the sickest [only] brucethor teachers!au in town)

Words: 1064, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury, more to add - Character

Relationships: Bruce Banner/Thor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teachers, Modern Era, teaching au ladiez buckle up, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Not a meet cute, it starts rough but i swear they'll be pals later

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2L014Ri

[bikerfaggot]

a snippet from a summer fling lifeguard and ex-paramedic au that i will never finish

Thor looked down at Bruce’s hand, gently pulling him parallel to the shore. Their feet splashed through the shallow water as the pair slowly walked; he smiled and gave Bruce’s hand a squeeze. His almost-kind-of-boyfriend turned around and smiled back, stopping to give his full attention to Thor.

“You know,” Thor said, his voice low in the warm, quiet air, “when I’ve described myself as someone who enjoys long walks on the beach, I’ve never had something quite like this in mind.”

Bruce shook his head as he laughed, pulling Thor’s hand to his lips to kiss along the knuckles. “This is the definition of a long walk on the beach, darling.”

“Am I your darling, now?” Bruce’s eyes shot back to Thor’s as the taller man spoke, but his expression relaxed once he saw the carefree, joyous look on Thor’s face. He let go of Thor’s hand to shove him gently, scoffing.

“Don’t say it like that, you scared me,” he said, moving his hand that he had planted against Thor’s shoulder up to cradle the side of his face. “Made me think you didn’t want me to call you that.”

Thor grinned, his teeth glinting briefly in the dim light. He looked gorgeous like this—well, like anything, really, but especially here, his muscular body coated in slowly-drying saltwater, his hair covered with sand—and Bruce wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless, kiss him until the world fell out from under them. The fiery feeling in Bruce’s chest only grew as Thor turned his head to kiss the palm of Bruce’s hand, his cheeky grin never leaving his face. “You could call me anything you damn well please,” he said, and even though it sounded like a joke, Bruce could hear the devotion in Thor’s voice. This man was all-or-nothing, something that the lifeguard really respected, even though it sent a shiver down his spine to think of being so genuinely loved for probably the first time in his life.

“I like ‘darling,’” Bruce admitted with a shrug, moving his fingers to comb through Thor’s cropped hair.

“I believe that means it’s time to legally change my name.” One side of his mouth was quirked into an even snarkier grin, though the playful bite held no weight, as his head was still leaned into Bruce’s hand. He turned to give yet another kiss to Bruce’s palm, blinking tiredly. “What time is it, actually?” Bruce used his free hand to pull his phone from the trunks’ pocket, telling Thor that it was just after two in the morning. He earned a slightly groggy nod and a clipped yawn. “Man, I’m getting old; I can’t stay up anymore.”

“I’m older than you,” Bruce said after a moment, recalling that he was, in fact, a good ten years older than Thor. He put his phone back in his pocket and moved his hand to Thor’s side, rubbing his thumb against one of the many burn scars that littered Thor’s skin. Thor closed his eyes for a moment and smiled serenely, lifting one of his own hands to pull Bruce closer to him. Neither of them really knew how it happened, but they were somehow on the sand a few moments later, sitting next to each other with their feet in the water. Thor guessed that he had probably tugged Bruce down in an attempt to lay with him.

He was content with just sitting there silently, leaning against Bruce, but the shorter man shifted after only a few moments so that his hand was grasping Thor’s, and he was close to Thor’s face. Really close. “May I kiss you?” Bruce asked. At first, it felt like it was out of nowhere, like he might as well have been asking a stranger to kiss him. But then his logic started to catch up to his impulse and it started to click together, like a puzzle he had finally figured out the pattern of. After years and years of being on edge at any given moment, being prepared to rush in to save people from car wrecks, national disasters, and much more mundane—but still goddamn terrifying—things, he had subconsciously drawn himself back into a bubble. Life had always been too dangerous for Thor to allow himself to feel things as strongly as he was now. But now? He was laying in the sand, for God’s sake. This was the calmest he’d been in his life. So, yeah. It made plenty of sense. He may even say that he was falling in love.

This entire thought process ran through Thor’s head in the two and a half seconds that it took him to give a shaky nod.

And that was that. Bruce grinned and leaned in, and his lips were a welcome pressure against Thor’s own. Jesus, it was nice. He felt Bruce’s hands pulling him closer, impossibly so, and Thor smiled into the kiss as he moved to straddle the lifeguard. He slung one arm over Bruce’s shoulder and held the other against the back of his head, tangling his fingers into Bruce’s hair. Bruce’s arms were held firmly around Thor’s waist, continuing their nonviable task of pulling Thor closer. Thor’s feet dug into the sand and his breathing picked up as the kiss got more intense, and he felt every inch of his body burning, crying out for more, more, more. “Bruce,” he whispered as they took a breath. Bruce opened his eyes, and Thor studied him in the moonlight. He had to lean back to do so, but the loss of contact was worth it; Bruce was even more gorgeous when he was all flushed and sitting right underneath Thor. The scattered light from the moon and stars cast soft shadows across his face and glinted in his inky black hair.

“What?” The word brought Thor’s attention back to Bruce’s lips, slightly parted and absolutely gorgeous.

The ex-paramedic smiled gently. “I’ve never met someone more beautiful than you.” To punctuate the statement, he leaned back in, aiming for Bruce’s jawline. Bruce never responded, but he didn’t need to. The way he gasped as Thor lined kisses down his throat was answer enough.

[dammit-stark]

I wanna write a brucethor au where Asgard never blew up and after they defeat cate blanchett Bruce and Thor live happily as acting rulers of Asgard together yknow and Thor is king and Bruce is his kinda consort (they aren’t putting labels on things yet okay) and things are good on Asgard they’re happy and together but then one day thor has to leave to help out this group that calls themselves the guardians of the galaxy (it’s a ridiculous name for a crime fighting group, Bruce thinks, the avengers was a way cooler name) so thor leaves Asgard in the hands of his highly trusted mortal lover and it’d all be fine and dandy if Bruce wasn’t entirely lovesick without Thor there and so every action Bruce makes is essentially a Shakespearean drama along the lines of “without my valiant Thor I am nothing I might as well eat nothing but jelly beans for the next week until my sweetness returns” and when Thor returns Asgard is technically fine but the palace is kinda in a frenzy because none of the servants or soldiers or citizens or anybody knows what to do with this lovelorn man from a different planet who really just wants his Thor back