marvel imagines

god of glorious hair - thor odinson

You heard little pants and huffs from the en-suite bathroom as you put on your jewelry, piquing your curiosity. Your fiancé, Thor, was often a bit befuddled by midguardian contraptions, and would sometimes get frustrated with objects that did not make sense to him. You assumed now was one of those times, padding across the hardwood to the tile of the bathroom.

"Thor, love, is everything okay?" You asked, your voice trailing off into a giggle as you watched him struggling with his hands behind his head, grasping random tendrils of hair messily.

He sighed. "My mother or one of the handmaidens in Asgard always braided parts of my hair. It looked easy, but it appears as though I was mistaken."

You snorted, your hands finding a home on the slope of your hips. "Ah yes, the dilemma of men always assuming the things women do are easy."

"I said I was mistaken," Thor's lush pink lips pouted.

You rolled your eyes, moving to turn him so his back was facing you. Even so, his height was much too tall for you to easily access his hair. "It's okay, love, I'll help you. Go sit on the bed."

He turned back around, beaming down at you in the same way that always made your heart clench. The strong, powerful god loved like the ocean. Endless and deep and overwhelming.

"Thank you, darling." He pecked your forehead gently, cradling your cheek in one of his large hands before moving around you to enter the bedroom.

You took with you a bottle of Suave detangler, which Thor had become obsessed with the smell of, and a comb, along with some tiny hair elastics and bobby pins.

He was perched on the edge of the bed facing you as you entered the room with full hands, promptly hopping up next to him to sit on your knees behind him. He lightly swatted your ass as you maneuvered yourself, snickering as you whacked his arm playfully in response.

"Now, don't be a baby and whine when I comb your hair," you warned. "I'm going to be gentle, I promise, just don't jerk your head away like last time."

"Yes, my love," he replied dutifully.

Your heart fluttered at his simply words. "Head back, now." Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he tilted his head all the way back to look at you upside down. You giggled. "Not that far, silly."

You tried to move his head up but he wouldn't budge. "Kiss first?" He puckered his lips slightly, eagerly waiting for you to fill his request.

You once again rolled your eyes at his antics, leaning down and barely brushing your lips over his before leaning back. He let out a throaty groan.

"Woman, please. Kiss me properly," he whined, exasperated after even such little teasing.

"You're such a needy thing," you said, trying to sound annoyed but the smile on your lips betrayed you.

You leaned in and gave him a full kiss and even from the awkward angle it sent shivers down your spine. The tickle of his facial hair against your skin made you sigh softly, finally pulling back. He tried to bring you back in with a hand at the back of your neck, but you shooed his hand away with a tut.

"No more. We have to get your hair done so we can go down to get breakfast, yes?" You knew food would be the best way to bargain with the insatiable man, as he finally settled, moving his head back to where you needed it to be.

You sprayed the detangler over each section of hair as you combed through the waves gently, twisting pieces around your fingers to form light curls. He hummed pleasantly as the comb teeth scratched lightly at his scalp.