#thor x OC

[etoilesbonbon]

* Showing funny pic of some Thunder God, not knowing that he is standing behind them. *

ART BY FB: Panadda kilnkulab

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Merchandise

The Tower - Merchandise

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1394

Warnings:  none

Synopsis:  The kids have a lot of Avengers merchandise but there is one member of the family that's not represented.

Author’s Note: Requested by @thealfxmountains on Tumblr. You can send in your requests too.

Merchandise

Takes place between Unexpected and The Queen of Asgard.

Tony was the first one to buy any Avengers merchandise for the children.  He was always a fan of having Iron Man things around.  Framed Iron Man posters decorated both his lab and our home.  The day I’d found little Avengers onesies while out shopping with him had definitely stoked the fire when it came to dressing them in branding - specifically Iron Man branding.

So before the babies were even born, they had several Iron Man outfits, mobiles, and a couple of stuffed toys.

To balance it out, the others would all buy things for them too.  Some were keener on the concept than others but there was always Avengers merchandise around.  It was quite fun pointing out who each person was to the kids.  Thor loved that there were toys of him he could give the kids.  It made him feel less anxious about leaving and having them forget him.  There was always a plush toy of him they could cuddle in bed when they missed him.  Sam was quite into them too, and liked to get Falcon toys over clothing.  Clint loved Hawkeye merchandise that didn’t just feature his face, so the babies ended up with so many t-shirts with purple targets and chevrons on them.  Natasha had no strong feelings either way except that there should be products featuring everyone, so she’d make sure to try and balance it out by buying things representing all of the family.  Everyone else was different levels of neutral to uncomfortable with it, but even Bruce who found it embarrassing that there were even Bruce Banner toys in the first place, didn’t voice their concerns around the kids.

By the time Riley and Pietro were four they had a good collection of Avengers merchandise, mostly clothing, but also plush toys, Lego, and a full set of action figures that included both Hulk and Bruce.

The action figures became a firm favorite at that age.  The great thing about having Avengers as parents is the toys depicting them are equally at home playing fighting games as they were in the doll house playing family.

It was a delight seeing them play with them, whether it be taking them out to their slide and dropping them off the top or tucking them into bed in their doll house.  So many children play family with their toys.  Our kids got to play them with toys of their actual family.

Tony and I were playing with the kids when one very glaring issue was pointed out.

“Oh, Cap, give me so many kissies,” Tony said in a slightly high-pitched voice.  He pressed the heads of the Captain America toy and the Iron Man toy together and made kissing sounds.

“No, Daddy!” the twins yelled, and Riley pushed her hands between the two toys.  “No kissies,” she said.

Tony laughed. “What?!” he said, pretending to be surprised by the children’s reaction to making the toys kiss.  “But I love kissies.”  He leaned over and pepper wet kisses to my neck and cheek, making me squeal in surprise.  “See.  Kissy, kiss.”

“Too many kisses!” Riley squealed and pushed us apart again.

I lost it laughing and picked up Riley, kissing her face.  “Mommy!” she squealed.

“Daddy,” Pietro asked, in a soft little voice.

“Yeah, buddy?” Tony asked, picking him up and putting him into his lap.

“How come dares no mommy doll?” he asked.  “Dares all… the daddies.  Daddy Tony, daddy Bwuce, daddy Steeb, Daddy For, daddy…”

“Oh yeah, all of them.  And Mama, and Daj,” Tony agreed.

“Yeah!” Pietro said.  “But no Mommy!”

Tony clicked his tongue.  “That is an oversight,” he agreed.

“You could pretend that Barbie is mommy,” I suggested.

“No, Mommy!” Pietro laughed.  “You are Ewwy, not Barbie.”

Riley climbed off my lap and went to get one of the barbies.  She was completely naked and her hair was all over the place. “Barbie is too big.  See?” she said, holding her up beside the Iron Man figure.  When held side-by-side the Iron Man’s head was only at Barbie’s boobs.

“He’s not mad about that,” Tony joked.

I laughed and elbowed him.  “Behave yourself,” I scolded.  I reached over and ruffled Pietro’s hair.  “I’m not an Avenger, Piet,” I said.  “The others have toys because they’re all Avengers.”

“Only ‘vengers have toys?” he asked.

“That’s right,” I said. “Just the Avengers.”

“So Barbie is a ‘venger?” he asked.

Tony burst out laughing.  “She should be.”

“No,” I said to Pietro.  “There are toys of other things, but people want toys of the Avengers.  They don’t want toys of your mommy.”

“I want a toy of my mommy,” Pietro said, sticking his bottom lip out.

“Oh, no, Piet,” I said, giggling.  I squished his cheeks, leaned in, and kissed over his face.

Tony clicked his tongue, his foot tapping against his calf.  “You know what, Piet?  I’ll look into it.  Okay, kiddo?”

Pietro hugged him.  “Fank you, Daddy,” he said.

I all but forgot about that conversation not long after it happened.  The kids sometimes had funny ideas but they were little and didn’t usually hold onto them for long.  They certainly didn’t mention getting a mommy doll again.

A few months later, everyone was coming in for dinner when Tony came up with a package.  “Hey kiddos,” he came.  “Did your daddy Tony come through for you, or what?”

The twins looked up at him in unison. “Pwesent?”

“You spoiling them again, Tony?” Sam asked.

“We noticed a huge discrepancy a few months back while playing with the toys,” Tony said.  “I just made sure to rectify it.”

“Tony!  You didn’t!” I gasped.

He grinned at me.  “Oh, I sure did.”   He handed me the box with a flourish.  He’d already opened it so I pulled back the flaps and pulled out a square foam block.  Nestled inside was a little action figure, made in the same style as all the Avengers ones the kids owned.  The same size. The same points of articulation.  The same molded hair.  But this one had my wavy brunette hair and blue eyes, and it was wearing a Black Sabbath T-shirt and a skirt with a galaxy print.

My heart fluttered.  “Oh my god, Tony.  She’s wearing what I was wearing when I met you,” I said.  I honestly couldn’t believe he even remembered that.  It had only stuck in my head because of how woefully undressed I’d been for the Michelin Star restaurant he’d taken me to.

“Oh really?  I wonder how that happened?” he asked.  “I asked for an Iron Man T-shirt and red and gold booty shorts.”

I got up and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling his jaw.  “This is honestly one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done, and it is going to come back to you tenfold,” I whispered.

He patted my hip.  “Well, I do like the sound of that.”  He kissed my cheek and I hugged him a little tighter.  “But it’s not for you, dear.  That belongs to Riley and Pietro.”

I laughed and got off him, going over to the twins in their high chairs.

“What is it?” Steve asked as I showed the kids.

“The kids were wondering why there were toys of all their parents except for Elly.  So I commissioned Hasbro to make one of her,” Tony explained.

“Holy shit,” Sam said.  “That’s wild.  Nice work, Tony.”

Riley walked the toy across her tray to Pietro.  “Pied! Inside voices!” she said, pretending to make the toy talk.

Pietro started giggling. “Kay, mommy,” he whispered.

“Wow, she’s just like you,” Clint joked.  “What else does mommy say, Riley?”

“Ummm… she say,” she thought for a moment then held the doll out and rocked it back and forth.  “Wets go, beans.  Den we say, Mommy, we not beans - we’re kids!”

We all laughed.  “That is what happens,” Clint said.

“Can I see, Riley?” Wanda asked.

Riley held it up for the doll to show Wanda.  Wanda leaned in and took a close look.  “Wow, they did a good job.  That’s definitely you, Elly.” 

“Well, what do you think, kids?  Do you like her?” Tony asked.

Riley hugged the toy to her body.  “I wuv mommy!” she shouted.

Everyone laughed and Steve put his arm around my shoulders.  “We all love mommy too,” he said.

~ END ~

[mellohisan]

heeeyyyy... lol. its been awhile sorry!! i havent been very motivated to draw lately (っ- ‸ - ς) please forgive me

here is my self insert for Thor (2011) and adjacent films LOL. she's a midgardian turned asgardian. just wanted to play around w and explore some cool character design

[royallyprincesslilly]

As I mentioned earlier in the week, I wrote a little something for Thor a long while back and some of you have expressed interest in seeing a peek of it so here it is.

Let me know what you guys think. 😊

**It is NOT edited.

**This slides to the side of grey/dark Thor.

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"Your majesty," Altheea began bowing as she spoke.

The man she was speaking to wasn't a man. He was a God. His back was turned to her as he gazed out over his kingdom and all that belonged to him, his birthright--Asgard. It had once been lost, destroyed, and ripped from him but as the saying went, what belonged to you always found its way back to you. With the magic of gods and the reshaping of time Asgard and its people were restored to its glory and was his once again. He was told to consider it his reward for his role in the Infinity War and payment for all he'd lost. A loss that had taken its toll.

He didn't acknowledge Altheea's presence. She hadn't expected him to. Altheea knew he was angry. How could he not have been?

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to speak!”

His voice was loud and the way it bounced off the stone walls only made it echo that much more. After the walls stopped trembling she took a breath. From where she stood Altheea could see the heaving of his massive shoulders as he tried to grab the reins of his anger. It was an anger that was quick to rise and difficult to quell ever since the war.

"She's been found, my liege."

As soon as the words left her mouth the towering God turned to face her. For a moment she saw lightning crackle in the depths of his irises illuminating the blue that resided there, and for that extended moment, the air around them became humid and heavy. Outside, the skies darkened for a second as a flash of lightning decorated the space cracking it in half for a few seconds before the rift was mended. The clouds did nothing to dim the bright glow of the 3 lightning strikes that followed.

He took a step toward her and Altheea lowered her head not wanting to meet his gaze. She had seen many who tried or dared either get hypnotized by the electricity in them and convulse to be forever changed or struck by lightning for their effort. She did not want to experience either. When he stopped moving the skies returned to their normal blue for the beautiful day that was promised.

"Where is she?"

"Locked in her chambers as you requested, Altheea informed.

Without another word, he walked past her and out of the room. Silently Altheea hoped you were ready for everything that was coming your way because the God of Thunder was furious and he was ready to show you that everything in this kingdom belonged to him. He was the King of Asgard.

[la-rougo]

Can I please ask for a yandere Thor

But how would he be in a relationship with kianna

Like NSFW and sfw if you're comfortable with that

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

*SFW*-

Yandere!Thor x Kianna Komori (OC)

my first ever request and its also an oc request im so happy😭😭😭

warnings: traumatic past mention

It was when thor was sent by his father to get rid of tons of titans that were getting out of hand in the midguard, sure it's none of his business but he must anyways

after his duties is over, he decided to stay in the midguard for a while just to take a fresh air in the forest, he found a peaceful spot with beautiful flowers so he decided to rest there and pick a few flowers so he could give it to his fellow asguardians when he's back

just before he could pick a third flower, he heard a low ruffles sound behind him. He turn around to see a silhouette fading, curious. He get up and follow where the silhouette faded. Ended up in another flower spot where he sees a petite girl quickly grabbing her flower basket

"uhm... why are you following me?" the said petite girl asked the god of thunder while standing in a far distance, looking at him cautiously. The god only stayed silent, walking slowly to towards her, she didn't walk back, simply look at him, still keeping her guard up. Thor bent down to her height and hand her flowers he picked up earlier. "you must've wanted to pick these flowers at that spot earlier. Did you hesitate because of my presence?" Thor asked her calmly while holding her hand tenderly. The girl's expression softened slightly "I just don't want to draw any attention to myself" Thor nodded and stood up, extending his right arm, signaling her to place her plam on his. Her expression as empty as his, but to feel a tenderness in him. She take his hand which is a much larger one. He turn to walk back to the earlier spot and release her hand to bend down and pick up flowers again "you're not the talkative one" Thor said, as if he spit out his thoughts, she followed his movements, picking up flowers for herself as she spoke up "I can tell that you are too" the god simply hummed by her words, seeing their similarities. they stayed silent for a while, awkward as it may feels, they enjoyed each other presence and thor wouldn't mind staying for a little longer. Eventually they spare each other a small talk

"i am thor, god of thunder of the asguard, you are?"

"Kianna, Kianna Komori"

Thor notices her avoidance of expressing emotions, her calm collected isn't her nature when he inspects closer, that is what get the norse prince to count her as one hell of a mystery.

but he couldn't possibly stay even longer since he have asguard waiting for him. Thor got up and bit her a sweet goodbye "I must go now, would you like to meet here again?" the girl look up at him softly, responding as gentle as her gaze "I see why not" Thor exhales in satisfaction with her answer, "until we meet again, Kianna" as he disappears, his last thoughts on earth was how he felt talkative more than his natural self, it honestly make him feel a new feelings inside his heart. She was beautiful, but something about her quiet nature is hidden an unspeakable secret that requires a lot to understand, her character in fact, how interesting, he felt like he have to protect her from what have already hurted her, whatever it is he thought. He only have an unanswered questions at the end of the day, soon will disappear on the very dawning day... or not.

The thunder god was found to be visiting the midguard frequently, even stay in midguard over night, it was extremely odd for him to do so, even his maids start making theories about how he finally found the love of his life

and they were right

Kianna was sitting on Thor's lap while they talk to each other as Thor tied each flowers and leaves together, forming as a flower crown and gently place it on the petite girl's head

But the more he inspects her, the more he suspects a hidden story behind all of her opaque mask written in fake letters as it obscures her longing past pain. She was broken. That's all he could figure it out

Thor felt a little bit of an anger thinking about such disgusting mortals or any creature that hurted such a beautiful pure girl to the point she have to hide her true self from everyone-

"Thor?"

The said god snap out of his thoughts and turn his attention to Kianna "hmn?" Thor hummed as she furrowed her brows slightly, she didn't say anything. Simply laying her chin on his shoulder, suddenly, she felt Thor's hand motioning over to touch her bandaged arm

"these are scars, aren't it"

Kianna is startled by his question, she quickly reacted by shoving her arm away from his hand "I accidentally wounded myself". said the nervous girl, the lies are of course, never unnoticed by Thor, he deny her false claim. "I can see you, I can see what happened to you" the god said as he gently caress her cheeks so dearly

Kianna thought to herself for a while, he was worried about her, he knows her, he's trustworthy, he's in love with her. And oh how she feels just the same way as he does.

She relaxed herself a little and felt an urge to tell him, tell everything so he wouldn't be so worried about her, and open up to him, he meant no harm to her. He's the one that could grant her a long lost love and affection that was bygone.

and so she does as her mind tells

It was another feeling that Thor couldn't find it everyday, or he never felt it at all. it was pity, sorrow, empathy, and compassion. Yet all of these are still an understatement, he felt a strong urge to protect her

Her poor self is yearning for his protection, he never felt any need to preserve anyone this much before

Her poor soul was damaged and covered up wrongly without any healing

Her poor, poor life was damned by what? by god? by the people she used to trust in?

Whatever matters is, the prince of the asguard finally set up his own goal.

He swear on his father he'll protect her at all cost,

from the evils and from the danger

from the mortals and from the gods

from everything, and everyone

he mustn't let anything get close to her

Anything.

that dares to wound her and damage her even further

will rot and drown into the afterlife of nothingness

Anything.

that dares to take her away from him, take her away from the safe and sheltered arms of the god of thunder

will endure the agony in niflheim for eternity

and even as much as they beg for forgiveness and mercy, there will be no chance

death wishes are always granted without any cancellations

he and him only will be the one who preserve her and will always be, he'll end anyone who dares to interfere even the slightest

he has lost himself for her, he would do anything for her, to keep her safe and for himself

[chaos-de-sam]

LOOK AT HIMM AAA, HES SO CUTE (he is NOT cute.)

(Poor Thor...)

[angelltheninth]

Anniversary Gift

Character: Thor Odinson

F/Obruary Day 2: Plushies

Tags: fluff, established relationship, mortality, gift giving, anniversary, kissing

Word count: 0.6k

Ao3

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A/N: I know everyone likes the Odinson brothers but Thor is my favorite by just a smidge.

Tiro was a huntress, she was good with her hands, her knife, a lot of weapons, but she wasn't so good making a plushie. It might be kind of odd to make of for the God of Thunder, what use did he have of it? Well, it was simply a gift. An anniversary gift.

“Damn it.” Tiro cursed as she looked at the mess of a plushie she made. It wasn’t good. It looked like it had been attacked by wolves. The hair wasn’t sowed on right, one of the eyes was way higher than the other.

“What is it that has you angry, my little huntress?” Thor walked up behind her and leaned over to look at what she was working on. “Is that me?”

“No!” She put herself between him and the soft abomination.

But that didn’t stop him. With a grin he reached past her and grabbed it. He held it up high above his head, and well above Tiro’s head, who tried to climb onto him to reach it but he pushed her away with his other hand.

Thor studies the plushie, turning it this way and that. “Adorable.”

Tiro stopped trying to reach it and frowned. “You know that you don’t have to spare my feelings. I could have made it better if I had a bit more practice.”

“No. I like it like this.” He took it in both hands and lowered it a little, his big thumbs running across the rough stitching. “It reminds me of the dolls that mortals use to leave me when they worshiped me, in the old days.” He got a sort of sorrowful smile, his features softening. “No one made anything like this for me in a long time. Thank you, Tiro, I will treasure it.”

He held it against his chest like it was a precious treasure.

Tiro felt her cheeks blushing. “You don’t have to be that dramatic about it. But if you like it so much… I’ll keep practicing and make you an even better one for our next anniversary. By the time my time here is up you’ll have enough of these to fill a whole room!” She grinned, poking jokes at her own mortality.

Neither of them really liked to think about that part of their relationship but it was inevitable. Tiro might be time-displaced, but she was still a mortal.

“And I will take great care of each one of them. Could you make me a really tiny one that I can tie up on my belt and carry it to battle as a good luck charm?” He asked, actually being serious. “It will be my cutest one yet.”

She snorted, imagining the fierce God of Thunder fighting with an ugly little doll hanging off his hip.

“I’ll make it. But don’t blame me when you get made fun of for it.”

“No one would dare!” He patted his chest hard, thunder sounding off somewhere in the distance as he did. “You would make it for me, so no one would dare make fun of it. I’d make sure of it.”

That might be true but he would still look a little silly. More than a little. Tiro took the plushie from him and held it up next to his face. “Okay, maybe it’s not so bad.” She gave it a brief kiss. “To make it lucky.” And then she grinned at Thor and gave him a kiss as well, a little longer, “That one was to make you lucky.” Thor laughed and picked her up in his arms, spinning her around until they were both dizzy and fell onto the couch.

A plushie might not be the best gift, but as long as her boyfriend liked it Tiro won’t mind making a new one next time.

[mishaapocalypsse]

Description: Leif wakes in the midst of Fimblewinter, after two strangers and a familiar face come across the shrine that had once kept her asleep for as long as she could remember. Now awake, she struggles to put the pieces together in the wake of Ragnarok.

Pairings: Kratos x OC! //Heimdall x OC!//Thor x OC!

Warnings: Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of sexual content, sexual assault, mental illness, suicide may be within this fanfic. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

Chapter One: Awaken

There is a light in the distance, shadowing through the trees. The calling of ravens shrieking amidst the dreary winter. The ground that laid before the spartan and his son was frozen, frozen beneath their feet. The head attached to the man's hip spoke, out of turn.

"Brother, daylight is leaving us. We must take shelter before nightfall." The head was silenced by the hoarse grunt that left the spartan.

"Lad, talk some sense into yer' father."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Mimir." The boy had replied, shrugging his bow back onto his shoulder, keeping a steady pace behind his father.

Their journey back to the dwarves home had been fruitful, with a deer slung over Kratos's shoulder the three pushed through the barren lands of Midgard for what had felt likes months. However, they had only been away from the dwarves warehouse a matter of days.

"We go home." Kratos murmured loud enough for the other two to hear. "To the dwarves. The Mystic Gateway is just ahead." He added.

Much to their dismay when they had arrived to their destination, several draugr had been guarding it along with an amount of Hel-walkers to serve a small army.

Kratos threw aside their bounty to unsheathe his axe, Atreus close behind, readying his bow.

"Hold on, this gateway-" Mimir had been too late for he had been cast aside as Kratos lunged to pursue the enemies before him.

Mimir had went barreling through what had felt like stone, as he himself rolled to a halt. He groaned, dizzy from all of the rolling. If he still had a stomach he would have lurched forward and emptied whatever would have been in his stomach at the time.

"Fuckin' hell." He whispered under his breath.

Oh how he wished he would have been left behind on this little hunting trip, yet, the two always had need for him and his wisdom. And now, here he was, thrown into wherever he had been present. Looking up at the stone ceiling of what he could make out as a small internal cavern, his eyes glanced around, hoping to notice anything out of the blue or familiar.

It was then he had landed on the stone sarcophagus before him. His breath hitched; his eyes widened as if he had just found a treasure beyond his wildest dreams. The thought of having a body returned to the front of his head, and he yearned to be able to get up and further explore.

"Mimir!" the boys voice had called out to him, in which had snapped Mimir out of his daydream.

"Uh, in here little brother! I think-I think I found something." Or someone, he thought.

Before long, he could hear the crunch of snow, rock and debris under the boy's feet; heavy footfalls from his father approaching.

"Whoa," began Atreus, snagging up Mimir to hand back to Kratos.

"What is this place, head?" Kratos asked, awaiting Mimir's answer.

"A shrine."

"More like a gravestone." Atreus interrupted, earning a glare from Mimir.

"Whose? Odin's? Another god?" Kratos eagerly questioned.

Atreus had drawn closer, his hands grazing over the carvings that were slashed across it.

"Of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awaken by the light of Alfheim" Atreus spoke aloud.

Mimir, shot a look towards Atreus who waited for approval.

"Brother. If I believe I am correct, I know who lies before us." Mimir concluded.

"Any god is an enemy." Kratos growled.

"Aye, understood, this is a friend of mine. Long ago." Mimir pushed, with a sigh.

Kratos said nothing more, motioning to leave, yet Atreus stayed at the face of the sarcophagus etched and surrounded by vines, budding with large flowers.

Atreus held up his bow, drawing back the string. A bead of sweat running down his temple.

"Boy!"

The arrow had collided with the vines, and faded away, the light merging with the stone. There was nothing that had come about it, leaving the boy with much disdain. Atreus, turned away to face his father, who was angered by the rebelling of his son.

"You see, nothing came of that."

"At least I tried."

"Keep your focus on the task ahead, boy." Kratos told Atreus, a stoic expression lining his features.

Atreus nodded, walking alongside his father. Mimir cleared his throat, earning the attention of the young boy.

"Aye lad, the attempt was well appreciated." he says.

Before the three stepped foot from the abandoned shrine, a faint glow caught their attention from behind. Atreus, Mimir and Kratos turned, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Looks like the lad did something." Mimir spoke, while Kratos unhooked him from his belt, holding him out for the boy to take.

Atreus gently grasped his friend in his hand as he cautiously took a step forward towards the stone slab. He reached for the lid, pushing it back, for it did not budge. Heavy and thick was the stone, Atreus looked back to his father, who leaned against the wall watching the two.

"Mind helping your son, brother?" Mimir called to Kratos.

The boy's father, not knowing what to expect from this, did not assume while he firmly placed his hands against the cool rock slab before him.

With a firm shove, the lid to the sarcophagus fell back, crashing against the floor. Light shimmered much more brightly from within, more vines, budding with those same flowers now sprouting. Kratos stepped back, holding his son and Mimir behind him. He readied his weapon, just in case, and waited with bated breath.

~~~~~~~~

With such a force, her eyes opened as she had been jolted awake. Her vines, her flowers grew wild from her resting place, her hands raising to grasp onto the railing of her tomb. Pulling herself up, a change of the scenery made its way, clouding her sense of judgement.

How long has it been?

While she had leaned up, she used what little power she had acquired to float out and land to the ground, her barefoot lightly touching the ground below her. The long white, embroidered tunic flowing around the woman, spread across the debris littered floor. The flowers adorned her hair, cascading down below her knees, some braided. A gold headpiece glimmered in what little light was around.

For a moment she said nothing, standing there basking in the cold of the small cavern. Her eyes--not to mention her body, adjusting to the brimming, freezing temperature.

"Oh, by the gods..." Said a voice all too familiar to her.

The woman jerked her head towards the three who had stood before her.

~~~~~~~

"My lucky stars...it is you!" Mimir croaked out. "Aye, lad! Could you bring me closer?" He asked Atreus, who gave a slight nod, but as he stepped forward Kratos held a firm hand pressed against the boy's shoulder.

"Aye brother, again, this is a friend. There is nothing to worry about." With that, Kratos hesitantly let go of his son, letting him approach the woman.

She waited patiently, as the young teenage boy came to her. She outstretched her arms, as Mimir was placed into her hands. Her hands trembled when she held Mimir's head.

"You look so tired, Mimir. What has happened to you?" she asked, brining him up to her face.

Mimir gave a sad sigh. "Too much and too long of a story lass."

She shook her head, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. All the cheerful sounds of Midgard were replaced by the howling of an empty wind, the shudder of sullen branches and the cry of stollen warmth. Her chest ached, burning with remorse for all the time she had missed.

"I was asleep for so long...tell me, friend. Is it time to ready for spring?" This made Mimir give another heavy sigh. His face hard with regret.

"Quite the opposite, little goddess." There was a a groan from a nearby draugr that alerted the three men, as the goddess shuttered.

"Best to get moving. Come with us, somewhere safe. I assure you. I will tell you everything you need to know on the way, Leif" He promises, as she nods, handing Mimir back to the boy.

She tried walking yet loses her balance and falls forward. Time spent asleep in the stone and she had forgotten how to walk, except she did not hit the ground, for the man with the ghostly appearance had caught her fall.

"Thank you." She whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

~~~~~~~

Surrounding her, she sat at the dwarves table, by the boy she had come to know as Atreus, and his father, across from her. She had come to know him as, Kratos. Mimir eyed her with a worried look, for he had noticed her anxiousness for the sudden crowd only being pulled from her eternal resting place only hours ago.

"So, who are you really?" asks Brok, one of the Huldra Brother's. "I find it hard to believe you're a fucking goddess come back to help."

"Brok, hold your tongue, ya' wee fuck." Mimir says sternly, "Alas, that ain't a way to speak to a lady."

Brok snorted, rolling his eyes as Atreus began to speak.

"From the runes on your arms...you're a goddess of spring?"

Mimir retorts, "Not just a goddess of spring-she is the goddess of spring."

Leif agrees with Mimir, folding her hands in her lap. She shyly shrunk away from everyone.

"Begs the question of why you were locked away in that tomb?" Brok yells from across the room.

"That's not a-"

"Well, we are all dying to know-"

"That's none of your concern, especially when she's just woken up-" Mimir interjects.

"Ah, who gives a lousy fuck! All we know she could be working with Odin." Brok hollers back at Mimir.

Odin? The All-Father...she hadn't heard from him in ages. What had become of him? Of everyone at home? Her friends, the spirits? Any of the Midgardians? There was so much going on all at once. Amongst the arguing, she shrinks away more inside her mind, trying to put everything together. None of her questions, answered. Abruptly, Leif stands, with the attention of the others on her now, as she stalks towards the door.

She needed air.

She needed a little space from all the attention that had become of her so quickly.

Through the doors of the Huldra Brother's home, Leif stepped out into the warm breeze in between the realms. To clear her mind, she decided for one way to help her overcome her nervousness.

And she did just that.

[girlfromasgardsblog]

Blood Red Lips🍇

Thor Odinson x Amora

Asgard 📍

(Right now)

Thor is sipping his ale and looking at Amora through his chamber’s window. She is practising her enchantments in the lawn on a berry bush, as she casts her spell the time disrupts and the berries turn ripe for one moment and mouldy the another.

She plucks a luscious berry and press it on her lips to leave the stains of its juice, making her lips blood red. Thor takes the last sip of his ale and puts the ale horn on his side table. The Crown Prince of Asgard takes a look at Amora’s whole act with the berry. He couldn’t help but walk to the front lawn and finally reaches to the Enchantress who is turning her back to him. Amora feels his presence and faces him. Gazing into those emerald eyes, the ocean eyed god lowers his head, holds the magical fingers of Amora and slowly whispers,

“Oh those kissable lips of yours, Amora!”

[etoilesbonbon]

⚠️ Canon x OC

Thor and Irené ⚡️🌷

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - College

The Tower: College - One Shot

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2867

Warnings:  none

Synopsis:  Riley and Pietro are both preparing for college. Their parents all have ideas about where they should go.

Author’s Note: This is not a request but rather the first co-written piece with @fanficwriter013 since The Queen of Asgard. I do still have some requests to write and you can still send in your requests.

College

Set between The Queen of Asgard and Family

Nothing ever really prepares you to parent a teenager.  You can have all the love and all the money in the world and you’ll still feel blindsided by the challenges thrown up.  You’ll need to comfort them through fights with friends, drive them to extracurricular activities you’d never even thought of, grit your teeth while they date people you don’t like, and try to keep it together as their hormones go wild.  We’d been learning on the job and sometimes we struggled, but we were blessed with loving and affectionate kids, and we all wanted the absolute best for them.

We crossed each hurdle as we came to them, sometimes stumbling but always getting up and always supporting each other and them as we did.

Riley and Pietro were about to start applying to colleges, and we were helping them decide which ones they’d most like to attend.

Of course, Tony wanted them both to attend M.I.T.  He was very vocal about it.  Neither was particularly techy, but they humored him when he organized a private tour for them.  Riley, Pietro, Tony, Clint, Nat, Bruce, and I went to Boston to look around campus.

We spent the morning looking at lecture theaters and labs.  This afternoon we’d talk to professors about courses, majors, and what they’d need to get in.  For now, we were taking a break at a taco place just off campus.

When we were all seated with our chips, guac, and drinks, (I’d gotten a Paloma which I’d never had before and was already really enjoying) Tony looked at the kids.

“So?  What do we think so far? It’s good, huh?” he said. “There’s a lot of great stuff. There’s a study space that gives out free bananas.  How can you complain about that?”

"Bananas aren't a selling point," Clint said, shaking his head.

"I don't know, Dad, bananas sound good," Pietro said. "They're a good brain food."

"I think I'd like to see some other schools. Don't want to put all my eggs in one basket" Riley said, picking at her order of tacos.

“I mean, I’d also say that we can afford to buy bananas if we wanted them,” I added.  “That is not a thing that is outside our budget.”

Riley smothered laughter and Pietro shook his head.

“It’s more the principle of the thing,” Tony said.  “They care about their students and provide them with a calm study area with free brain food.”

“I think the main thing here is if they can study what they want to study, Tony,” I said, taking his hand.  “We’ll speak to the professors and figure it out.”

Tony huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.  We’ll see other schools.”

“We’re taking it all in though, Dad,” Riley assured him. “We just want to know what all our options are.”

"Yeah, Tony. All the options." Clint said, wagging a taco around in front of him.

"It's okay Tony. They'll figure out what they want. I'm sure MIT is a top contender out of the schools so far," Bruce said.  "Maybe they'd like my alma mater,” he added quietly.

"It's on the list, Dad, don't worry," Riley said. "We've even got clown college on the list for Papa Clint," she joked.

“Maybe they’d like to go to school at UCLA,” I added.  “That’s where I went.”

Riley’s eyes lit up. “Living in LA would be amazing!”

“No!” Tony said, quickly. “No way.  Nope.  You’re not going all the way across the country for college when all the good ones are over this side anyway.”

“And here I was thinking that I’d apply for Oxford,” Riley teased.

“Wash your mouth out with soap,” Tony said, pointing a fork filled with sizzling beef at his daughter.

She broke down into hysterical giggles and choked on her taco.  I reached over and patted her on the back as she grabbed her drink and tried to wash the food down.

“Well, there’s always Columbia.  That’s where I got my first job and it’s where I met your mama,” I said.

"Yeah, Columbia is an acceptable school," Nat said. "There aren't many that I approve of."

"Hey, I'd be happy with clown school if that's what you wanted," Clint said around a mouthful of tacos.

"I mean, Pietro did go through a magic phase," Bruce said.

“Oh yeah, the guy who has nightmares of clowns would be happy if his kids became clowns,” I teased.  “But yes, I agree, the most important thing is that you guys are happy.  Right, Tony?”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Yes.  The most important thing is that you’re both happy.”

“Gee thanks, Dad,” Riley teased.

“We are happy, mom.  And we’re happy to look at all your alma maters,” Pietro said.  “We’ll pick the best ones for us.  I promise.”

"Guess it's up to me to start planning all the visitations," Tony said, pulling out his phone. "All the alma maters, all the Ivy leagues. Anywhere else?" he asked.

Both Pietro and Riley had ideas of what they wanted to do with their lives.  In fact, what they really wanted to do was go to Asgard to learn about life there, as Riley was the heir to the throne.  There was plenty of time for that though.  They were both young even by mortal years, and Riley was no mortal.

Riley took after her biological father in a lot of ways.  She’d been offered athletic scholarships at several schools but there was a lot of debate about the ethicality of supers competing on sports teams.  Some schools had made leagues just for them.  She’d turned them down just to avoid the controversy.  She’d decided she wanted to learn political science.  She hoped it might help for her time as Queen.

Pietro, our little empath, was tossing up between art and psychology.  Much to Tony’s chagrin, that meant that Stanford was the top choice for both kids, and we did take a trip over to San Francisco to do a tour.  We also did Berkley while there, which was Pietro’s second choice and Riley’s fourth.  We did Harvard which Tony was a little more happy about due to being much closer.  Harvard was Riley’s number two, and Piet’s number three.  We did both Princeton and Yale, but both kids agreed that if they ended up at either of them, it was just because it was the only yes they got, and yeses weren’t as hard to get when you had money and brains, something the twins were both blessed with.  Finally, they checked out Grayburn College in Harlem because of Bruce, though everyone was a little worried about how Bruce’s legacy might end up affecting their time there, and Columbia for me.  Columbia was still fairly high up for both their subjects and had the benefit of being close to us.

We strolled along the campus, toward the library after having been taken around the law buildings and the psychology one.  Today it was me, Riley, Pietro, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Tommy.  Tommy had not wanted to miss out on whatever fun his oldest siblings were having, but it was pretty obvious that he had big regrets about coming.  He was hanging off Tony’s arm and whining quite a bit.

I stopped on the lawn in front of the library and looked at my assembled family. “We can go in in a second.  But this spot here is very important.  You know why?”

Natasha smirked and moved in close, wrapping her arm around my waist.  “This is where your mother ran straight into me and we both went flying.”

“Oh my god, Mom,” Riley groaned, hiding her face.

"Yeah, it was on that day that your Ma almost killed your mother," Clint joked.

"And obviously the rest is history," Steve said.

"Yeah that's how we got you guys," Tony said, ruffling Tommy's hair.

“Yuck, Dad,” Riley said. “He’s too young to hear things like that.”

“Hear what?” Tommy asked.

“About how moms and dads are always smooching and making babies,” Pietro teased.

Tommy dramatically threw his head back.  “Eww…” he groaned and we all burst out laughing.

“Do you want to check out the library?” I asked, pointing to the building.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Pietro agreed.

I led the way into the library.  I felt good.  The kids both seemed to like the University.  I wasn’t sure they’d pick Columbia, but it seemed like it was on the list.  Besides it was nice getting to be back on campus, it was a very special spot for me.

When the kids had checked out all the different university campuses and spoken to all kinds of people about the pros and cons of each school, they had put in their applications.  They both had their preferences.  Pietro wanted to stay close so even though Stanford was the better school for what he wanted to study, he picked Columbia as his first choice.  I was delighted to have one of the kids attending the school I’d worked at.  Especially given it was the place where I first met Natasha.  It felt like fate.

Riley was never going to be happy with just that though.  She wanted adventure more than she wanted an education.  I think if she’d thought about it in any real way, she might even push to go to college overseas and I was sure that if the option ever came up to do an exchange, she’d jump at it.  In the meantime, her top choice was Stanford - the top college for her chosen field and as far from us as she could get while still in the continental United States.

We weren’t too worried about them not getting in.  They were both smart kids and also - cards on the table - we were very rich.  An unfair privilege of being rich is that money can open doors that aren’t always open to everyone else.  It wasn’t an absolute definite, but with the two things together we were all confident they’d both be celebrating their acceptance into their chosen schools.

They had agreed to wait to log in and check their offers until we were all around.  It was killing them, especially Riley.  On the day, Tony had gotten out the champagne and had the cooks making their favorite meals. 

The twins sat at their laptops, fingers hovering over the enter keys as we gathered around them. 

“Are you all ready?” Pietro asked.  

"Oh my God. This is killing me!" Clint said, tapping his fingers against the side of his leg. 

"We know they're going to get in, you shouldn't be surprised," Nat said, patting Clint on the shoulder.

"But the suspense. You know I can't do the waiting," Clint whined. "Let's go."

The twins hit the buttons symultaneously, and for a moment the room was silent while they read the letters from their top choices.  At almost the exact same time, they jumped up.  Riley squealed with delight, a noise I don’t think I’d heard from her since she was little, while Pietro whooped and pumped his fist in the air.

“I’m going to Stanford!” Riley yelled.  “I’m going to Stanford!”

“I’m into Columbia!” Pietro added.

We all moved in, hugging them both.  “Yes!  Congratulations!” I said as I tried hugging both kids at once.

"One at a time, El," Nat said, hugging Riley.

"You both did it," Clint said.  “You got the schools you wanted. I'm so proud of you."

"This is great," Bruce said, nodding his head.

Tony got up and clapped his hands. “Mocktails,” he said.  “And food. It’s a party.”

I went with him to the bar and pulled out the mixers to make mocktails with.

“Can we get Ethiopian?” Riley called.

“No!  Pizza!” Pietro argued.

“We haven’t done a huge international feast for a while,” I said.  “We should do that.  Just order some of everything, like in the pre-kid days.”

“You used to have international feasts?”  Riley asked.

“Oh yeah,” Tony said. “We just ordered takeout from a dozen places.  We haven’t done that since we moved out to the compound.  We couldn’t get food delivered there, and when we moved back here, we just started eating the same thing.”

“Can we all pick what we want?” Billy asked.

“Yeah of course.  We’ll all order our favorite foods and then share them all,” Tony said.

The younger kids squealed excitedly and started jumping around.  “I’m gonna get pancakes,” Tommy yelled.  He ran over to Tony and slammed into him, hugging him around the waist and looking up at him.  “Can we get the choc-chip cheesecake pancakes from the Pancake Hut?”

Tony smoothed Tommy’s red hair back and squished his cheek.  “Of course you can.”

“Okay everyone,” Steve said.  “Let’s look at the apps and see what we can find.”

This was our biggest food order yet.  It took a lot to feed this family.  There were eighteen of us, and several had super-human appetites, but when we all ordered the same thing, we didn’t over-order.  This time we did.  It was like we were catering a party where we all wanted to share.  It would be eaten, Bruce alone could finish what the rest of us couldn’t, but it was still a shocking amount of food with an even more shocking bill.

Along with several stacks of various pancakes, a large platter of Ethiopian food, and a half dozen pizzas from Ray’s, we got eight different Indian Curries, a huge selection of Chinese dishes, sushi, fried chicken (Lousianna, Nashville, and Korean style), Korean toast, corn dogs, and tteokbokki, Brazilian, several dishes from the Cheese Cake Factory for some reason, a selection of things from Katz’s, several kinds of pasta including a three cheese gnocchi, fettuccine carbonara, and eggplant parmigiana, two different cheese fondues, two different hot pots, and a variety of dishes from an organic vegan place.

It was a lot and it didn’t fit on our table even in its fully extended state, and we had to bring up some tables and put them around the long table where we all sat.

The younger kids were so excited about all the different things they could try, and I was genuinely worried they would make themselves sick.  They couldn’t even sit still because if they were sitting, they weren’t trying anything new.  Tommy was a blur as he ran around and around the table nibbling at everything he could reach.

“Alright, alright,” Steve said.  “Let’s all take a seat.”

“This is a big special celebration,” Sam echoed.  “You’re gonna need to listen to a Steve dad speech.”

“No…” all the kids whined at once.

“Oh yes,” Natasha said.  “You know how it works.”

“Fine,” Riley said.  “Go on then, Dad.”

“Wow, thank you for the enthusiasm,” Steve joked.

“I love your speeches, Daddy,” Rose said, smiling at him.

“Suck up!” Sarah teased.

“Okay, okay, settle down everyone,” Steve said.

“Yeah, this is serious,” Clint teased.

Steve huffed and shook his head.  “Riley, Pietro, you two were such a blessing for us. I think we were all a little directionless before you came around.  We all had plenty of things we’d die for, but not so many to live for.  You give us that.  And I do realize that’s a lot to put on some kids, I hope you both haven’t felt that pressure growing up.  Suffice it to say, we all adore you and we have been thankful every day since you were both born.

“I know that us being your parents hasn’t always been easy.  You’ve had to grow up in the spotlight not just because we’re who we are, but because of how many of us there are.  I hope we did alright and didn’t mess you up too much.  I can tell you this for sure, we all love you so much and we are so proud of you,” he said.  “This is such a big turning point for you both.  You’re not our little kids anymore.  You’re adults.  You’re taking your first real steps into the world.  This is big.  You’re going to have the whole world's eyes on you.  And I can tell you that doesn’t matter.  It certainly doesn’t matter to us.  But I also know that that kind of pressure can affect you.  I want you both to know; you can never let us down, we always have your back, and we know you’ll do amazing.  We trust you.  We love you.  Congratulations.”

Riley and Pietro got up and came over to hug him, and Steve engulfed them both in his broad arms - quite the task considering they were both as tall as he was.

“Thank you, Dad,” Pietro said.

“See how much your kids love you,” Tony said. “They didn’t even say anything about how rambling you got on that one.”

Steve laughed. “Oh shush,” he said.  “You do better.”

Tony held up his hands in surrender.  “I would never,” he said.  “Come on everyone.  This is a party.  Let’s celebrate!”

With that, the lights dimmed and music started to play, and we spent the night celebrating the next big step in our oldest children’s lives.

~END~

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Dance With Me

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Character: Thor

Pairing: Thor/Reader

Summary: At a ball in Asgard, you’re asked to dance by Thor.

Reader is gender neutral

Note: I own none of these characters or Marvel.

Written for @atablefulloffandom

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You were at one of the balls on Asgard, hosted by Thor and Loki, in your favorite outfit. The one that made you feel a bit more confident than you usually were.

You see Thor speaking to Lady Sif and Loki, however he looks over to where you're standing, as if he could feel your gaze on him. He excuses himself and you watch as he walks over to where you are.

“My love,” he says as he finally reaches you. He holds his hand out to you as he asks, “would you like to dance?”

You took his hand and he guided you onto the dance floor. After dancing for a few songs, your favourite song ‘You Raise Me Up’ came on and he pulled you closer before moving closer to your ear whispering, “I really love holding you, darling.”

As the song came to a close, he kissed you, before pulling away and taking you off to the side. You tripped a little while getting off the dance floor but Thor saved you before you fell completely.

“You’re okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. I’m right here.”

You smiled as he leaned down and kissed you.

[sigyns-drafts]

If it's okay can I please ask for a jealous thor x kianna smut if you're comfortable with that

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Why yes, of course Nunez! I'm always up to explore what I can write, I hope you like what I've cooked up for you! <3

Thunderous Jealousy ⚡❤

➩ In the grand halls of Asgard, amidst a feast celebrating another victorious battle, Thor, the mighty god of thunder, found himself consumed by an unfamiliar emotion.

Jealousy, his lover, Kianna, with her brown short locks and elegant black dress adorned with a striking red bow, had caught the attention of another guest, a handsome warrior neither of them knew.

➩ Reader type: Oc x RoR!Thor

⚠: Jealous partner, being hit on by a stranger, passionate kissing, intimate touching, dirty talk, teasing, indication of public love making, non explicit description of love making, cliffhanger!

Thor watched with a growing unease as the warrior approached Kianna, his charming demeanour drawing her into conversation.

Despite Kianna's polite and nervous demeanour around strangers, especially men. Thor's thunderous gaze did not go unnoticed by the observant guests.

Feeling the prickling heat of jealousy surging through him, Thor clenched his jaw and made his way swiftly toward Kianna and her suitor.

With each step, his resolve hardened, his protective instincts taking hold. As Thor reached them, he could sense Kianna's discomfort, her eyes subtly seeking his reassurance.

Without hesitation, Thor gently but firmly grasped Kianna's hand and pulled her away from the warrior's presence, his touch possessive yet tender.

"Excuse us.." Thor muttered curtly to the bewildered warrior before leading Kianna to a secluded alcove away from prying eyes.

Once they were alone, Thor released a pent-up breath, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"Kianna, I couldn't bear to see another man begging for your attention like that, are you alright?" he confessed, his voice laced with raw emotion and worry.

Kianna, understanding the source of Thor's turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Thank you my dear.. I'm okay I suppose."

She reassured him, her gaze unwavering.

"There is no need for jealousy though, for your love is all I could ever desire Thor~"

Thor's tense demeanour softened at Kianna's words, his heart swelling with relief and gratitude.

But then there was something else he suddenly felt, lust.

Pulling the smaller woman close by her waist, the dress revealed enough curves for Thor's imagination to run wild.

Cupped her face in his hands, his lips seeking hers in a kiss filled with passion and longing.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared love and feelings towards each other.

For Thor, the flames of jealousy had been extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and devotion for the woman who held his heart.

Thor's lips were warm and soft, his tongue tasting sweet and familiar.

Despite the intensity of their current situation, Kianna couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip, making her shiver in delight.

"Then prove to me Kianna, how much do you desire my love tonight~"

Thor whispered, his breath hot as he pulled away from their kiss and went against her ear.

"I want to take you here, right now-"

"We shouldn't!" Kianna interrupted, her heart pounding in her chest.

"We are in public..!"

Thor sighed, before he bites her earlobe to make her quiet down. Kianna whimpered at the stinging sensation, blushing deeply.

"You're right, but if someone sees us. Let them know you're all mine~" Thor expressed with a small grin, his yellow eyes filled with pride at the thought.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this but, promise me one thing then..”

"Anything," Thor replied, his voice shaking with desire.

"Make love to me until neither of us can walk anymore," she demanded, her eyes filled with hunger.

"Show me how much you love me in return, Thunder god~”

Thor chuckled in a dark deep tone.

“As you wish little lady~" he said, picking her up with his strong arms, bridal style.

Thor led her to the nearest staircase, putting her down there so it would be easier for him to make love to her.

Kianna’s body was trembling in excitement.

As they ascended, Thor continued to tease her, but this time his fingers brushed against her covered lower half and his lips kissed her neck.

"I know you love to please me, but this time.. Let me give you something in return~"

Kianna moaned softly, her body begging for release. "Please, hurry.." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

"I need you inside me."

"Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

“We have all the time in the world for me to enter you..eventually~"

Thor gently roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her curves.

"Spread your legs, Kianna," The thunder god commanded, his eyes filled with hunger for what was about to come next.

“You're a tease Thor Odinsson~”

[ofasgardandalfheim]

Loki & The Siren; Chapter Twelve

Secrets, storms, and laughter amid chaos.

Fic Synopsis:

This is the story about how you met and fell in love with Loki, hundreds of years before the events in Avengers, while his family was visiting Alfheim, where you were a siren.

It is a companion piece to Lightning Over the Sea-Redux to give more insight into your past and relationship with Loki.

18+ only

"Unun mín," Thor murmurs, breaking the silence, his breath hot against your ear as he pulls you close. You can feel your heart flutter at the endearment, a warmth spreading through your chest. “það er enginn eins og þú.”

"I can't get enough of you," he continues, his hands roaming over your body possessively. You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips, your own hands exploring the contours of his muscles.

"Is that so?" you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Thor's eyes darken with desire, his grip on you tightening.

"You have no idea," he growls before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding to his touch with an urgency that surprises you after such passionate lovemaking. You feel a flutter in your chest as you kiss him back, humming as your arms wrap around him to pull him closer. You wonder if his kisses will ever cease to inspire butterflies to riot against your ribs. You've never felt this way before, this all-consuming need for someone. Even though you could say much the same about your relationship with Loki, this was on another level. As you break the kiss, Thor's hand comes up to tuck a little blue wildflower into a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I long to cast aside this veil of secrecy and proclaim to all my undying affection for the Princess Una of Alfheim," he declares, his tone melancholic as he lays his heart bare before you. The reality of the situation weighs heavily upon you, however; your own feelings for Thor are a secret you can not yet reveal to the world.

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Question!

Do you guys want to read something I started for Thor I think last year but never finished? I'm not sure if I should or want to continue it though I LOVE the idea.

Let me know if you guys wanna see it.

[mj-102009]

Mistakes of the Past ((Ex) Thor x Oc)

“She’s…here?” Steve asked, getting out of Tony’s car.

He nodded. “She bought this land four years ago.”

They walked along a gravel path until they reached a metal gate, it was long worn and just barely holding on. 

“Let me just-” Tony started, getting ready to blast the lock.

Steve cut him off by tearing through the chains and throwing it out of the way. “Come on.”

Tony blinked at him before jogging to catch up.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” Steve asked. “Seems pretty…empty.”

As they walked over the hill a green and lush field came into view. The two stopped and gasped at the pristine white house that resided at the end of the plain.

“I’m pretty confident.”

They made it to the smooth cement driveway, an ATV and side-by-side parked next to a side door, on the grass was a green truck with a few bumper stickers. 

“Soooooo,” Tony trailed off, staring at the dark oak door. “How are we doing this?”

“Just ring the doorbell?” Steve said like it was obvious.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Because I’m sure she gets tons of visitors out here, and I’m sure she won’t be overjoyed to see us. Have you ever been cursed by her? I have, I could only talk in rhymes for a week.”

“Well-”

They’re heads bolted up at the dog barking, a fully grown German Shepherd whipped around the corner and began to howl and bark at the two men.

“MILA SHUT UP!” A voice roared from inside the house.

The dog didn’t stop, instead getting closer. Footsteps from behind the door. “Mila is swear if there’s another squirrel I’m going to fiaya ra.”

Her voice was as accented as it was back then, Steve and Tony both looked at the door while watching the angry dog. The dog was quickly forgotten as the door whipped open and an angry pale face came out.

“Mila wha-”

Adele froze in her place staring at the two men. “Oh,” She dropped the door handle and stood straight. “Hi.”

She wore casual clothing far unlike her old attire, instead it was replaced by a dark blue hoodie with faded words of Stark Industries in bold letters along with a pair of light gray shorts. 

Mila continued to yap in the background, Adele looked at her sharply and snapped her hand. “Mila, get in here.”

The dog dropped her head and lumbered inside. 

After she stepped back and opened the door. “It’s hot as fuck outside, come in.”

The main room was wide open with shining oak lining the walls, there was a TV hanging up on the wall with leather couches and arm chairs, along the walls were numerous deer antlers and heads mounted. 

“Did you build this?” S asked.

She shrugged. “I’ve had time.”

Tony ran his hand along the wall, looking at the craftsmanship, while Jarvis surveyed the area. “Morgan would tear this place apart.”

“Morgan?” Adele said, returning behind the counter to a small pot of boiling water. 

Tony’s face seemed to light up. “Pepper and I’s daughter.”

She smiled warmly. “Congrates.”

“Thank-”

“Sir, a rapidly approaching figure behind you.”

Tony whipped around and looked around. “Wha-”

He was cut off with a grunt and a tiny fist hit his midsection. “GET AWAY FROM MY ATHLA!”

Adele threw her head back and laughed and Tony genuinely struggled against the little girl. “That’s enough Alix.”

The little girl with blonde hair and shining blue eyes stopped and blinked up at him before scampering off to her mother. “Did I do good?”

The little girl was around four, maybe five, she had her father’s eyes and sharp features but her hair and ears belonged to her mother.

Adele smiled and lifted her up. “Very well indeed,” She turned off the stove and turned to the two gaping men. “This is Tony and Steve.”

Her eyes narrowed, she turned to her mother and whispered quietly, Adele nodded and Alix turned to them with bright eyes. “You know my papa?”

The men melted, Steve met Adele’s eyes from behind her head. “I think so Kiddo.”

She wiggled around and her mother set her down to look at them. “Was he cool as momma?”

Tony wrinkled his nose at the thought of him now. “Not nearly,” He knelt down beside the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Alixandra,” She mumbled, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’ll be alright, Hun.”

“Dinner’s ready baby,” Adele said, putting a bit of noodles with white sauce on a bowl. “Floor or table?”

The little girl perked up. “Floor!”

“Careful,” She warned, handing the plate over.

Once she had bounded over and the beginning of Paw Patrol started. Tony looked at her. “Ady.”

“Want food?” She asked, reaching up for more plates. “No trouble, Alix won’t eat the leftovers so-”

“Does he know?” Steve interrupted quietly.

She got quiet and looked at the top of her daughter's head. Very softly and full of sorrow she whispered. “No.”

Tony covered his mouth with his hand and looked at her with wide eyes. “Oh God.”

She shut her own eyes and nodded. “I know.”

“How long?” 

“I found out a year after the blip,” She said, swiping a hand down her face. “Just before he went…you know. I got mad at all the drinking n’ shit, he told me if I hated it that much I could leave at free will,” she sighed. “I understood that he’d be in no place to raise a baby, so I ran here.”

They stared at her. “Have you talked to each other?”

“You didn’t hear the way he spoke to me,” She said sadly. “Like I was an ant under his boot, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.”

Tony snorted. “Neither could we when we found him.”

She barked a laugh. “That bad?”

 “We brought him to the compound,” Steve told her, grinning. “Drank for an hour, spent the last five days crying over his missing wife.”

“Tell the bastard I refuse to see him until he gets his act together,” She scoffed, the men became uncomfortable. “What?”

Tony cleared his throat. “Ady he thinks you died.”

Adele’s eyebrows raised. “He could not be farther from wrong.”

“And you don’t want to see him under any circumstance?” Steve asked fidgeting, Tony gave him a ‘wtf’ look.

She squinted at him. “Not if I can help it,” Her eyes turned panicked real quick. “He’s not here is he,” She looked at Alix who was giggling at the TV.

“No no no,” Tony said, waving his hand. “It’s just…we have a plan, you know, to bring everyone back.”

The elf turned quiet looking at her daughter and pursing her lips. “You need my help.”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve corrected. “You know more than anyone about the Aether.”

She sneered and waved her hand, a floating hologram of the infinity stone in question appeared in front of them. “That vile thing was the undoing of my civilization, it’s a goddamn living vessel of evil,” Alix looked behind her in fright, Adele dropped her magic and waved at her daughter. 

Alix gave her a confused look and got ready to stand up, her mother shook her head and she plopped back down. As much as Adele would hate to admit it, she wanted her daughter to see the best of this universe and with the blip it wouldn’t happen.

Steve sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially with a kid but-”

She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. “Faja.”

Tony smirked at her swear. “Pepper can watch the kid.”

Adele sat up and glared at the two. “I hate you two.”

“Hey Pepper,” Adele said smiling at the red haired woman, she gasped and sobbed running to hug her.

“Adele! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my..”

The sat for a while and embraced each other, Tony with Alix and Steve with a few suitcases, awkwardly stood there. “Hey there woman I married!” Tony exclaimed prying her away from Adele. “Missed you too!”

Pepper glared at him. “Did you get milk while you were out?”

“Well..no.”

She brushed past him and looked at Steve, again her hand fluttered to her face and she gasped. “Is that-”

The little girl snored again, tucked against Steve’s neck drool falling on his shirt. Adele smiled fondly at her. “This is Alix.”

She took him from Steve and into her own arms, Pepper’s eyes filled with unshed tears and she looked at the toddler. “Is she Thor’s?”

Adele smiled thinly and nodded, Pepper’s look of pity was enough to make her think of less than pleasant memories. “Yes.”

“Mooooooooommmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Tony went into the cabin and opened his arms. “Maguna!”

“Dadda,” She said. “Can I have a popsicle?”

He dropped his arms and turned to an amused Adele. “Does yours do this? I put you in your mother, show some respect.”

“Yes or no?” Morgan pressed, she finally looked behind her and her eyes lit up at the sight of Steve. “UNCLE STEVIE,” She bolted up and forgot about the popsicle, Steve set down the bags and scooped the kid into his arms. “What are you doing here?” Finally she set eyes on Adele who was wiping off Alix’s face. “Who this.”

Tony took her from Steve and walked over to Adele. “This is Legolas.”

Adele laughed softly. “Hello Mrs. Stark.”

Morgan watched her. “Who are you?”

“I just told you-”

Adele shushed Tony, getting a laugh out of the little girl. “My name is Adele.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your voice is funny.”

Tony put her down. “She’s an alien, can you show her to the guest room?”

She skipped up the stairs and waited for Adele. “We don’t get visitors a lot, actually sometimes Happy comes. But he doesn’t count. Oh! And Momma’s friend Sarah comes with Josh, but he’s seven and doesn’t like playing with me. Is your daughter five like me? I want more friends, dadda had a lot of friends. In the avengers, were you in the avengers?” She continued to ramble until Alix was laid down and they were walking down stairs. “-You have pretty hair, I wish mine was like yours. My dad likes to braid my hair but I don’t like it.”

Tony smiles as they come into the living room. “Maguna.”

“Are you really an-” She looked at her dad. “What.”

“What?” he mocks. “Bedtime, go with Mom.”

She gasps and clutches Adele’s leg. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Pepper shushes her quickly and picks her up. “C’mon stinky.”

The kid whines and cries all the way up, the three of them sigh and Adele slumps into an armchair. “Oh gods.”

Tony yawns and cracks his neck. “Alright no rest yet, game plan time.”

Sitting around a round table they look at a model of the time machine. “And you’re at 100 percent?”

Adele looked down at her hands. “It’s in my blood, Tony, I’ll be fine.”

“Just double checking.”

Steve pushed off the table. “Then it’s settled, we leave tomorrow.”

“I love you,” Adele said, looking intensely into her daughter’s eyes. “I’ll be gone for a few days, you’ll be here with Aunt Pepper and Morgan.”

She sniffled and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. “Where goin’?”

Her mother smiled sadly. “You remember the stories I told you of?”

Alix gasped and grabbed her mom’s cheeks. “Goin’ see papa? Tell him I love him”

Steve’s eyes turned down and Tony rubbed Adele’s back. The woman shakily kissed her daughter’s forehead and sighed. “I love you Aldalacka.”

“Love you too Athla.”

Adele kept her eyes outside, watching the trees roll by as she got farther from her child.

“She’ll be fine, momma bear,” Steve said looking at her in the rearview.

She chuckled and looked at him. “I know that, just nervous.”

They rolled up to the white building, her eyebrows shot to the car roof and she whistled. “You know I think I liked the tower more.”

Tony laughed. “Well you damn Asguardians kept breaking the roof.”

“Fair.”

They strode into the building, Tony and Steve in their usual attire, Adele wore a pair of black leggings and a dark green t-shirt. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her pale hair was braided loosely from the top of her scalp down to her waist. 

“Someone wanna explain the spaceship?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Stark?”

Tony threw his hands up. “Blame the raccoon.”

“The…what?” She paused a few steps from the doors.

“You’ll see,” Steve said, holding the door.

She walked in hesitantly and followed Tony to an elevator. “How many people are here?”

Steve winced. “I’m not sure people is the right word.”

The elevator opened to a board room. 

“FUCK YOU I’M RIGHT!”

“SCREW YOU JACKASS ITS 14 AND YOU KNOW IT!”

Tony stomped in, Steve and Adele following behind. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” He yelled.

Slowly she took in the sight before her, The Hulk and a raccoon were leaning over a table looking at a blueprint locked in a screaming match. In chairs, half asleep, was Rhodey and Natasha, Clint was standing beside a door on his phone like this was a regular occurrence, a blue chick was performing live operation to her wrist with a screwdriver, another average looking man was looking at everything in wonder.

She looked around the room slowly before looking at Steve with a quizzical expression, he shrugged, she frowned and crossed her arms.

“Tony,” The hulk sighed, Adele’s jaw dropped. “Finally someone competent.”

“Excuse-”

“Should the jump point be at 7.5 or 14.5?” He asked.

Tony glanced down at the papers. “7.5.”

The raccoon jumped up and clapped his hands with a whoop. “HAH.”

Hulk sighed and erased a note. “Okay then.”

Meanwhile Adele stood blubbering like a fish, Steve walked forward and dragged her with him. “Team, this is Adele, some of you may know her,” Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Hulk all looked up at her. “Some of you may not,” The raccoon was looking at her ears with dollar signs in his eyes, the average looking man had an awestruck look on his face, the blue lady couldn’t care less. “She’s an elf as you may be able to tell and knows first hand information about the Aether.”

“How much for the ears?” The raccoon asked with a smirk.

She looked at him curiously. “How much to get you to shut up?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Adele?” Natasha said, walking up to her. “Jesus Chirst where have you been?”

She smiled sadly. “Long story.”

Hulk stood up and gave her a bear hug. “Ady!”

Adele squeaked and released a burst of energy from her palm to push him back. “Bruce?!?!?”

He rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded. “Long story.”

She swore in elvish and gave him up and down. “I can tell.”

Clint came up to her next. “Come to collect Gandum Style?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

His face turned surprised. “Thor? You know that god you married?”

“Oh shit,” She mumbled. “Forgot about that.”

Natasha gave her a worried look. “What happened these past years.”

She had opened her mouth to talk about Alix.

A broken whisper came from behind her. “Adele?”

She tensed and slowly turned, for a moment she could say a word, because holy fucking shit this guy needed a day at the gym. “What the fuck.”

His eyes filled with tears. “I-” He stopped and reached for her.

She flinched aggressively and smacked his hand away. “Gakape ke faja raefe kam io (Get the fuck away from me),” She spat. “I don’t want to catch whatever this is.”

If Adele had been in a calm state of mind maybe she wouldn’t be speaking like this. For a moment the heartbroken and longing look of this man's face cleared the clouds. Then she remembered how he treated her after she offered to help every time he was down.

Thor dropped his hand and looked down at his grubby clothes. “I’m not ill.”

“Look at yourself,” She snarled. “Disgusting,” Steve grabbed her forearm and pulled her back before it could get worse. Not before her last words, they jarred him straight to his core. “Io Aldalacka fra losana re reminre (My Alixandra loves you even if she doesn’t know you).”

As she walked away he whispered. “Who is Alixandra?”

Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Jarvis remind me to throw away all of my beer.”

“Will do, sir.”