warnings: this will make you want him more than you do already. and it will hurt. also, implied nsfw.
We all know it. Thor is the softest bean. And with you, his crush, this is especially the case.
He’d be ridiculously sweet with you. He’d crave your attention non-stop, feeling intoxicated when he’s in your company. He’s always excited and his mouth just runs words like a faucet, and he can’t help that he feels a little frantic so often.
It wouldn’t help when you’d give him a sweet look or a smile, it’d just screw him over even more.
He’d have to take time out from you at first because you just go straight to his head. He’d make some excuse and just go sit somewhere quietly because he’s annoying himself and he wouldn’t want to risk annoying you, too.
He’d emerge fifteen minutes later much cooler and relaxed, and be able to keep a level head when he talks to you. For about a half hour, and then it’d start up all over again.
Once he gets his feelings out there, however, things are much smoother for him. He knows you like him too and the nervous element would leave him. (Yes, he’d realise it was nerves the whole time. But would he admit it? Not a chance.)
He’d be much more sure of himself once he’s in the safe boyfriend zone. He’d do all the typical boyfriend things that he’s picked up from Midgardian movies, as well as rather Asgardian gestures, such as leaving a flower on your bed for you to sleep beside or teaching you Asgardian dances.
You’d have a go at lifting Mjolnir, of course. You’d fail miserably but Thor would close his large hand around yours on the handle and help you. It’d lift like a feather, and he’d make a big show about how you lifted it.
He’d still feel intoxicated whenever you’re around him, and that would never fade. He’d never be sure that you felt the same, but he’d spend every day trying to make sure you did.
And of course, you did.
There’d be plenty of back-hugs from Thor. He’d hate to interrupt you when you’re doing something, but would be bursting with too much affection that he’d have to do something about it. The back-hug is a happy compromise for him.
He’d love how he towers over you and can look over your shoulder at whatever you’re doing, and press a kiss to the very top of your head.
You’d love it when he does that, too. You’d be completely enveloped in his arms, pulled snugly against his chest. If you could, your have him permanently attached, but that would be less than practical.
You’d also enjoy giving him the back-hugs. You’d wrap your arms around him sometimes, your ear to his back, pressing your hands to his chest just to feel those muscles. And of course, every now and again, you’d slip your fingers underneath that shirt and rub little circles over his abs, feeling the raised muscles.
Sometimes, a finger or two, (maybe even a hand) would slip beneath the hem of his pants, too. You’d relish in the quiet gasp that’d escape him, and then the arrogant words that’d slip from his mouth. “Excited, are we?”
“Cocky, are you?”
“Oh, that was a good one.”
He’d be very caring in bed. You’d be the star of the show, his Queen, and he’d make sure you know it. But don’t even imagine for a minute that he’s gentle, unless you demand it.
Hair pulling. Yours, his, it doesn’t matter. He wants it.
He’d love to hold you when you’re laying in bed. Any position would make him happy, as long as he can get his arms around you and hold you tight.
But that man just radiates heat. He’s always warm, which is nice, but problematic when you’ve just had some sweaty fun and then he decides he wants to cuddle. As a result, you’ve changed your usual sleeping routine.
You open the bedroom window as soon as it’s bedroom time, no regard to the people that may be able to hear. And then when you cuddle, you have a nice breeze that rolls over the two of you.
This would make him really happy. He’d sleep well, explaining to you that it’s because he always slept with his balcony door open in Asgard. He likes the feeling of freedom that comes with a night breeze, the tranquillity. And if it rains, all the better.
He’d be very keen to tell you stories of Asgard which could go on for hours, most of which have some form of mishap with his step-brother, Loki. Thor is often the victim, so although you find yourself laughing, you’d kiss his cheek and big him up, patting where he was injured. Besides, it must have really hurt when he got stabbed. Though, you’d imagine he’d be used to it after that many incidents.
He’d also love to hear your own stories, though would interrupt you with his own ideas to make it more dramatic. You’d tell him that it’s very nice but it’s not how it happened, only to receive a reply of, “No but it’s better, isn’t it?”
And of course, the day would come when you meet this ‘Loki’. He’d be greeted by Thor throwing a sock at him. You’d look at him with a raised brow, to which he’d claim, “It’s a long story.”
“You’re not scared of those.”
After a brief introduction to Loki (who’d be a little exasperated but not surprised about how many ridiculous stories you know about him), he’d decide he likes you, and you’d decide you like him.
When you tell Thor this, he’d only pull a what-the-fuck face and go, “Why would you do that?”
When you earn Loki’s approval, it’s solid proof that you and Thor are good together. For all Loki’s flaws, he loves his brother, and could see that you make him happy.
Thor would try often to take you on trips to Asgard, to show his people the queen he’s chosen. You’d be well-received on each trip, treated like royalty even though you insist you don’t need it, and would fall more and more in love with Asgard and it’s people every time.
Thor would take you to Asgardian dances, and you’d be so glad that you took lessons from him. You’d still be a little clumsy and want to die from embarrassment, but Thor’s laughter and smile would make every misplaced step worth it.
In his opinion, you could do no wrong. You may only be human, but you’re perfect in his eyes.
A/n:I DON’T KNOW WHAT IM DOING BUT ENJOY?? I GUESS???
The first time Thor’s lips touched your skin it was 9:14pm. His lips brushed the back of your hand delicately, holding a question behind them, one that he was nervous to ask. As he stood, his tongue poked out to wet his lips.
“Dance with me?”
You had never heard him sounding so unsure, so nervous and fragile. Your entire hand tingled in the wake of his kiss and your lips buzzed with jealousy as they pulled upwards into a soft smile. You knew he had no reason to feel insecure around you.
“Of course, Thor.” Your voice was gentle, but his eyes lit up when they fell from your lips, like he had just been told the secret to happiness. His hand tightened around yours and you followed him onto the tiled floor, stepping in time to the sweet, lingering tune.
HC’s | Being Thor & Loki’s adopted, younger sister:
A/N: N1ce my two fave characters! Sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope you did like it! Thank you, Anon, for my first request! (Ya’ll are free to request too!) :’))
You were originally the daughter of the Freya of Vanaheim until a destructive war begun and everything went into chaos. Frigga took you in her wing and brought you back to Asgard.
Thor and Loki were immediately thrilled to see their mother holding a small bundle in her arms, although Odin was outraged when Frigga walked into the throne room.
“A child?! She is to be sent back to her home! Think about the controversy and wars that can be created when the people of Vanaheim find out you have taken a daughter of Freya’s?!”
Frigga shrugged off his bickering, and kept you in Asgard where you can live in peace.
“Mother, do you think I can teach her some of my magic?” Loki asks Frigga while he timidly holds you in his arms.
“Of course you can, but she is already skilled with magic. She’s the goddess of beauty, water, and illusion, son.” Frigga smiles. A blue aura surrounds your cradled body.
“That’s amazing, Mother! Loki and I swear to protect our baby sister at all costs!” Thor proudly announced, making Frigga chuckle.
Years go by and the three of you become closer and closer.
Loki and you arguing on who has the best magic and which is more skilled.
Thor introduces you to the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, whom you thought were extremely fascinated by when you watched them train.
However whenever you needed some peace and quiet, you would always turn to Loki.
Poetry and cuddling for days!
Loki hands you a dagger. “Here, Lady (Y/N). Your magic is extraordinary, so you need to learn a few tricks, starting with Thor. When I tell you to, transform back and plunge the dagger into his body! Don’t worry, he won’t mind a good stabbing! He loves it!”
Loki and you pranking Thor almost everyday with your magic.
Odin frequently being cross and arguing with you, which results a lot of stressful, sad nights, but your brothers will always be your side, trying to cheer you up.
Thor making very corny jokes to make you crack a smile and Loki casting his beautiful illusions to keep your mind off of things.
Thor and Loki being overprotective when any other man makes lovey-dovey eyes at you (well I mean you are the goddess of beauty!)
“No one will ever be good enough for our sister!” The thought of Odin marrying you off to some prince made them cringe.
Fandral having a huge crush on you, making Thor furious and Loki hot headed.
“My sister?! Really?!”
Having problems with a bully? The mighty Thor is there to break their bones and put them back in their place.
Having a nightmare in the middle of the night? Loki is right by your side to ease your pain by calming the storm in your head.
Healing your brothers with your specialty in water whenever they end up getting injured during their missions.
While Loki teaches you the appreciation of Asgardian art, Thor teaches you sword work and other skills when Frigga and Odin aren’t around.
Being the only person, besides Frigga, to comfort Loki, especially when he finds out that he, himself is also adopted.
“Don’t worry, Loki. I know exactly how you feel, and I am always here for you. Thor, too.”
Pulling off all nighters with your brothers is the best!
Although the three of you aren’t blood related, you will always be family no matter what.
i am so here for the headcanon that peter has his bisexual awakening because of thor
Ned and Peter are sitting on the floor of Tony’s workshop, a new Lego set spread out around them, animatedly discussing something to do with Star Wars. In all honesty, Tony isn’t really paying attention. He’s watching Peter for the week while May is out of town on a much needed vacation, free of the stress of keeping one Peter Parker out of trouble, and the kid had begged him to let Ned come over. He’d been doing a pretty good job of resisting until Peter busted out his puppy dog eyes.
Damn those puppy dog eyes.
The pace of the teenagers’ conversation changes, however, and that’s enough to make Tony tune in absentmindedly.
“So, wed, bed, or behead with Luke, Leia, and Han.”
Tony nearly rolls his eyes are the juvenile line of questioning. Of course the kids would end up thinking with their downstairs brains. Why did he let a bunch of teenagers into his lab, again?
Peter’s answer is immediate. If Tony’s being honest, it’s a little too immediate. “Wed Leia, bed Han, and kill Luke. Sorry, Luke.”
Huh. That’s… an interesting answer. Without hesitation, either. No qualification for the choice of Han. Most boys Peter’s age would be far too concerned about their masculinity to say something like that openly, even to their best friend.
Ned seems unphased. “Dude, Luke is way more your type.”
Tony stills his hands on the StarkPad he’s using to draw up a diagram as Peter shushes his friend quickly. “Ned! Shut up!”
Alright. Time to join in.
“You got a thing for Han Solo, kid?”
Peter groans. “I-I had to choose a guy for one of them, y’know? It’s not a big deal, Mister Stark. It’s just a stupid game.”
Tony watches Ned stare openly at Peter, eyes flickering wildly between his friend and the billionaire seated a few feet away.
It clicks. Tony laughs the moment that it does.
“Jesus, kid. Are you actually hiding your sexuality from me?”
Peter chokes. “W-What? What are you talking about, M-Mister Stark? I, uh, I don’t…”
Ned elbows him in the side. “Dude.”
Tony sighs dramatically. “You’re fine, Peter. I don’t mind if you’re gay. Seriously. And since we’re having a nice heart to heart here, I’ll even admit that I’ve done some pretty gay shit in my time too, bud. As long as you’re using protection, you can screw everyone and anybody that you want and I’ll be a happy guy. Capishe?”
“I’m, uh, not gay.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not!” Peter’s squeaky exclamation only makes Tony’s smirk widen. “I’m bi!”
“Wow. So you really are screwing everybody and anybody, huh? Well, congratulations on your optimal sexual orientation, kid. The sky’s the limit, and all that jazz.”
Peter just gapes at his mentor for a second while Ned tries to muffle his laughter in the kid’s shoulder.
Tony tries to break some of the tension. “How long’ve you know, anyway? How’d you figure it out?”
Ned’s entire body is shaking with uncontrollable laughter now, and Peter slaps his arm. “Ned! Stop it!” He turns back to his mentor. “I, uh, well, I wouldn’t say that there was a particular mo-”
The other boy finally detaches himself from Peter’s shoulder to snicker. “It was all because of Thor, Mister Stark.”
“Ned!”
“Come on! It’s too funny to not tell him! I mean, he knows Thor, Peter!”
“Exactly, Ned!”
Tony, meanwhile, is trying to fight back laughter of his own. “I’m sorry. Thor was the reason for your sexual awakening?”
Peter groans, shoving his face in his hands, while Ned just smirks. “It was amazing, Mister Stark. We were talking about Black Widow and then Peter just declares, unprompted, that he’d probably rather screw Thor. So I asked him if he was gay and he was like, “no, Ned! Of course not.” But then I was explaining to him that, uh, it isn’t entirely normal to thirst after random guys if you’re not at least a little gay and his entire face goes blank before he says, in the tiniest voice ever: “uh, Ned? I, uh, I think I’m not as straight as I thought.” It was the greatest day of my life, Mister Stark. I wish you could have seen it.”
Tony is bent over his worktable in hysterics by the time Ned finishes the story. His amusement is only bolstered by the look of pure horror on Peter’s face.
“I can’t believe you told him that!” Peter’s face is flushed so brightly that Tony briefly worries he’ll faint. “Ned!”
His friend only laughs harder, giving Peter a halfhearted pat on the back and burying his face into the other boy’s stomach.
After Tony’s certain Peter isn’t going to keel over on shock, he shoots the pair a winning grin.
“So… are you two a thing, then?”
“Oh, uh, well, we…”
The billionaire feels a warm fondness run through him at Peter’s awkward stuttering.
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