WORTHY

Episode 2

I'm frozen in place, not even able to speak as I can feel his warm breath dance across my skin.

His hands find their way to my waist, just grazing the skin under my shirt. He brings his body closer to mine, I can feel the warmth of his skin through my thin shirt with how close he is now.

"Pick it up," he says in my ear, his lips grazing the shell of it.

"You know I can't," I gasp, my cheeks burning.

"Try," he whispers, his hands gripping onto my waist.

His voice is gruff and I can feel the hair of his goatee graze the side of my neck.

I close my fingers around the handle and begin to pull, my arms shaking as I feel his lips venture back up my neck.

"I-it's hard to concentrate w-when you do that," I shudder.

"When I do what?" he nips my ear.

"Y-you know what," my eyes flutter closed.

His teeth scrape against my neck, my mouth falling agape.

"Try to pick it up," he growls, "now."

He pushes his body flush against mine. My breath hitches at his commanding tone, and the feeling of his erection on my lower back through the fabric of our clothing.

I pull harder.

"I c-can't."

I feel him lean down and I open my eyes to look at him. He slowly lifts the the hammer from the metal end, letting me keep ahold of the handle, guiding it so that it is in front of my chest. I can see a bit if his chest as he does so. He's shirtless.

His lips find the crook of my neck, moving up to my jaw, nipping at it here and there. My eyes shut again and my breathing becomes non-existent.

"I knew you could do it," he says against my ear.

"T-thats cuz you're holding it up for me," I breathe raggedly.

"Am I?"

I feel his hand return to my waist, pulling me against him.

It takes a second to register what he means before my eyes shoot open.

I'm holding the hammer.
On my own.
Thor's hammer.

He chuckles against my skin.

"As I said before, Lady y/n," his hands venture higher, "size does not equate to worthiness."

He turns my head up to him by my chin, staring down at me with admiration in his eyes.

Without thinking I raise to my toes and press my lips to his, gripping the hammer tighter as I do.

He responds immediately, cupping my jaw to pull me closer. His tongue asks for entrance which I greatfully grant to him, letting him explore every inch of my mouth. I turn fully to him and he takes the hammer from me.

He pushes me back until my thighs hit the edge of the desk that resides next to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He sets the hammer down on the wood before he lifts me by my thighs to sit beside it.

He puts himself between my legs and grinds against my core.

I moan into the kiss as he pulls me closer to the edge of the desk to add more friction.

I can feel his groan vibrate through his body as I wrap my arms around him, and the sweet warmth that comes off of his skin.

He finally lets me pull away for air.

"Stay with me tonight," he says, breathing heavily.

Stay with him?

His lips go back to my neck.

As in sleep with him?

He sucks on my sweet spot earning a moan.

But I've never slept with anyone before.

"Thor I," he causes me to moan again, "I can't."

He pulls back.

"There is another, isn't there?" His voice is steady but his eyes show his hurt.

"No," I look down at his chest and my cheeks heat up.

"Then what is it, Lady y/n?"

His hands are still on my hips, his thumbs caressing my sides.

"I- I've never," I can't get the words out.

"You're virgin?"

I can feel my face go beat red as I nod.

He chuckles before kissing the top of my head.

"I could feel an air of innocence around you, but I never expected you to truly be so," he lifts my chin, "it is nothing to be ashamed of, Lady y/n. It is a gift you should keep for someone worthy of it, of your love, of you."

I give him a small, shy smile before he kisses me again.

This kiss isn't hurried, or rough or demanding as the other had been. This one is soft, loving and kind. I drink it in as I pull him closer again.

"I will not ask to bed you tonight, Lady y/n," he says, pulling away just enough to get the words out, "I only wish for you to lie with me. I'll try to keep my hands to myself."

He grins against my lips and I playfully slap his shoulder.

"No you won't," I smile as I kiss him again.

"You're probably right."

He lifts me up and sets me on the bed, laying down beside me.

"I'm still in my clothes," I say rolling to face him completely.

He quirks an eyebrow with a smirk.

I realize my mistake.

"My day clothes you pervert," I laugh, slapping his shoulder again.

He laughs and rolls away from my hands, getting up from the bed and heading for his closet again.

I can see now that he's only in a pair of grey sweat pants, the waist band of his Calvin Klein underwear sticking out just above the grey fabric.

I bite my lip at the sight before he disappears into the closet.

He comes back to the door way with a navy blue hoodie in hand.

"Will this do?"

I nod and he brings it over to the bed. He kisses me again as I sit up to take it from him.

I go to the other side of the bed and keep my back to him as I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. My bra follows before I slip the hoodie on over my head.

I can feel his eyes on me as the mattress dip from him sitting back down.

I stand up and pull my shorts off. I try to keep the hoodie over my backside as I do. I toss the shorts with the rest of my clothes before getting back in the bed and crawling up to Thor's side.

He pulls the blankets over us before he wraps his arms around me and pulling me close.

"FRIDAY turn off the lights please," I say, and the lights go off.

"By the way, Lady y/n," he says against my hair as our legs comfortably tangle together, "you look nice in lace."

I feel my face go red again as I slap his chest. He just chuckles again, pulling me to rest me head on his chest.

I fall asleep to the rhythm of his heart.