Stark hired me to do simple help around the compound. Helping Pepper, cleaning, cooking, minor repairs, things of that nature. What came as a bonus for the team is that my mother was a licensed masseuse who taught me her trade.
More often than not, the team asks for me to massage out the knots and kinks in their muscles after missions or just whenever they need it. I happily oblige, glad I can help them how I can.
Tonight, everyone is in the main room, drinking and joking around. Thor's hammer is sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
"Lady y/n?" Thor says suddenly, shifting to lean forward a bit in his seat.
"Yeah?" I say from the kitchen.
"Would you mind relieving the ache in my shoulders?"
"Of course not," I head into the main room and climb the sit up on the back of the couch behind him, "go ahead and relax."
I can feel his muscles relax under my touch as I begin to work my fingers into them. I can hear groans of satisfaction come from him, letting me know I'm doing a good job.
"So whoever can pick up your hammer is like king of Asgard?" Tony asks Thor, continuing the conversation they were having before I came in.
"Yes, abilities and all," Thor chuckles, "please be my guest."
"Really?" Clint says with a raised brow.
Thor gestures to the hammer, an open invitation.
He gets up and attempts to lift it. The game begins.
They laugh loudly as them men one by one attempt to lift the magic object. I laugh so hard that it hurts as I watch both Tony and Rhodey try to lift it using the rockets from their suit.
"Are you even pulling?" Rhodey asks Tony.
"Are you on my team?" Tony counters.
"Just represent, pull."
"Okay, let's go."
Tears fall from my eyes as I lean into Thor's back, unable to hold in my laughter as the men struggle.
At some point, I had begun playing with Thor's hair, running my fingers through the golden locks while I rested my chin on his shoulder.
They offer Natasha the chance to lift the weapon, but she turns it down quickly and drinks her beer.
"Y/n," Tony says, looking at me with a smile.
I sit up quickly, my face tinting a little pink.
"Oh no," I laugh, "I'm not making a fool of myself."
"Why don't you try," Thor leans back so that his head head is basically resting on my stomach as he looks up at me, "I feel that if anyone else here could lift it, it would be you."
I giggle a bit as I look down at him, playing with a few of the loose strands of his hair.
"Yeah, no," I shake my head, "I'm literally the smallest one here."
"Sized does not equate to worthiness."
"Yeah, come one, Pipsqueak," Tony jests, "you literally never do anything embarrassing. You needa do at least one thing so we know you're not some perfect being, incapable of mistakes."
I laugh again and roll my eyes. I push Thor forward a bit so I can get up and the others clap and cheer.
"You're all dumbasses," I roll my eyes.
"Steve she said a bad language word."
"Seriously? We're still on that?"
Everyone laughs again.
"Okay, okay, y/n," Tony gestures to the hammer with a wide grin.
I roll my eyes again before gripping the handle. The warm leather feels nice against the skin of my hands.
I take a deep breath and then begin to pull.
It strains against every muscle in my body. I close my eyes, concentrating and pulling harder.
It shifts.
Not only could I feel it, I heard it. I heard the metal scrap the table just a bit.
My eyes shoot open, and my hands let go of their own accord.
"WAIT, DOES THAT COUNT?!" Tony asks excitedly.
"We all saw that," Nat joins in, "she moved it!"
"Maybe you are some perfect being," Roody laughs.
"Thor, does it count?!"
Everyone bombarded him with the questions.
"Guys, it doesn't count," I say, getting their attention.
"Why wouldn't it count?" Tony's eyes are wide as he looks at me like he can't believe what he's hearing, "you moved it!"
"But I didn't lift it," I counter, sitting back down where I had been before, "can't exactly us the powers of something you can't easily lift."
"Oh, come on," Tony flails his arms, rolling his eyes and dramatically falling on the couch, reminding me of a little kid.
"Maybe you've had a few too many drinks," I giggle.
Thor leans forward and grabs his hammer before he sits back again, draping my legs comfortably over his shoulders and lets me resume playing with his hair.
Everyone starts laughing and drinking again, joking around and calling me the "would-be Queen of Asgard."
I laugh with them, my fingers still intertwined with Thor's locks.
It's nearly one in the morning before Tony suggests that we all go to bed, which I was glad to do.
Before I can get up, Thor holds my legs and stands with me on his shoulders.
"Oh my god, Thor put me down!" I panic.
"I've got you," he chuckles.
Only being in shorts, I can feel the stubble of his facial hair tickle my inner thigh as he walks. It sends shivers up my spine and heat somewhere it shouldn't.
I try not to squirm, but it's so damn hard. I want to snap my thighs shut, but I can't because he is literally between them.
We get to his door, and he helps me down gently before turning to me.
"Could you help me to relax before I sleep?" He asks softly.
I smile and nod.
"Sure."
He opens the door and allows me to go in first before coming in and closing the door behind him.
"Do you mind if I lock the door?" He asks, flicking on the light, "I don't want a drunk Tony wandering into the wrong room like last time."
"That's fine," I chuckle a bit.
Thor told me how Tony had come into his room last time he was drunk. He got into Thor's bed and cuddled up with him until Thor woke him up and kicked him out.
We made fun of Tony for a while because of it.
"I'll be right back," he sets his hammer on the bed and walks to his closet.
I wait, looking around at the simple room. I stop next to the bed and look at the hammer.
I had moved it. I don't know how, but somehow, I had moved it. Enough that the others could see it, too.
I run my finger along the smooth metal. It's cold to the touch. My fingers find the leather covered handle, gliding down its length.
"Would you like to try again?"
His voice is a whisper as his breath fans my neck.
I hadn't even heard him come up behind me.
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