​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞ with a lovestruck thor PLEASE i nEED YOU TO WRITE HIM

whirlybirbs:

He’d never seen you before. You were new, said Erik after he’d asked, a historical expert from up north.

“She’s cute.”

Thor throws his eyes at Steve, then back to you – you’re beside Erik Selvig, admiring a set of runes proving to be more trouble than they’re worth. You have these glasses, big and round, perched on your nose as you read the inscriptions and Thor thinks they’re absolutely lovely. He shifts on his feet.

“She is, isn’t she?” He says through a nervous laugh. Roger’s words are just reaffirming the sudden anxiety worming it’s way into his chest, “She smiles like the victory horns blare after battle – very sweet.”

Steve ducks his head as he laughs, sipping his coffee on the catwalk. “Y’ gunna talk to her?”

Thor then looks at Steve like he has three heads. “Talk – Gods, no. No! No… No, I… I don’t… uh, talk.”

He waves his hands, laughing softly and pulling a face that really doesn’t hide the true nature of his faux-suavity. The blonde tosses a hand through the air. Steve cops him a look and Thor’s front crumbles. He deflates a bit.

“She… She probably isn’t into gods, anyways.”

“Whatever you say, Thor,” Steve chirps, “But, I heard otherwise.”

The God’s eyes widen substantially. “Wait – Heard what?”

“Oh, nothing,” another sip of coffee, “Just that the God of Thunder is definitely her favorite Avenger.”

Suddenly, with no warning, a crackle of lightning tears through the catwalk and explodes across the atrium – Steve hits the ground, coffee abandoned as he shouts an expletive. Steve’s eyes are wide as he shoots Thor a look from his fetal position on the cement floor. 

Below the two Avengers, the research team dissolves into startled shouts. You nearly jump out of your skin, gripping Erik as you spot the source of the sudden lightning show. It’s Thor, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of the blonde God.

“Sorry!” he shouts down the catwalk.

Thor is mortified, face tight in discomfort as heat swells in his cheeks. He coughs, crossing his arms and laughing sheepishly when realizing Gods, you were looking at him. He helps Rogers up quickly, chattering another apology before making the hastiest exit he’s ever managed.

You see him a few days later, lingering around Erik’s work bench.

“Hi.”

He nearly jumps out of his skin, hands dropping the papers he was holding as he scrambles to act natural, because there you are – you look prettier up close. The God stutters.

“H-hey. Hi. Hel-lo.”

“… You looking for something?”

Thor blinks. You’re smiling. He swallows. “Uh, no. I mean – just… reading. These runes.”

“… You can read those?!”

Another blink. Thor is gawking.

You laugh. “Sorry – I’ve just… I’m really bad at Old Norse and I probably should have assumed you knew how to read them, but I’m kinda stubborn and… I definitely should have asked you instead of literally pulling my hair out over these stupid things.”

You wave your hands, suddenly nervous under the gaze of the God. Thor is sweating, because your perfume is dizzying and you’re talking to him, not Erik or Darcy or… Oh, Gods. You’re smiling again.

“You okay, Thor?”

You reach out to touch his arm.

And that’s how you learned what it was like to be struck by 300 volts of lightning to the complete and utter mortification of the God of Thunder.