Betrothed - Thor Odinson x Reader

Chapter 6: Bothered.

Word had spread around the castle about you and Thor's fight, and at this point he wondered if the walls had ears. He must not have realised how loud your voices were, too blinded by his own anger and confusion. How had that fight even started? He had assumed for the worst, but he could help but feel justified. Jane had hurt him terribly, and he had risked his position in the royal family to have her. He could not let that happen again. He wasn't in love with you, he didn't even know you aside from the short conversations you two had shared, but he was to be your husband and that must've meant something. He shook his head, trying to focus on the meeting he was in in vain. It was true, he realised, that he had been sharing his bed with women more often than not. Still, he had a right to do so, and would continue to have it even once he married you. You, on the other hand, were supposed to be pure and untouched and completely his. It was hypocritical, now that he thought about it, but that was just how things were. Still, he thought about how soft your cheeks had felt under his calloused hands, how you were prepared to stop spending time in the library with Loki, even though he knew it was something you cherished. Lastly, he thought about his future, the future he would have to spend with you. You could either spend it despising each other or you could give this a real chance.

After lunch, he cornered you as you were leaving the dining hall. "Your highness, I truly do not wish to talk to you." you said, your voice impassive. "Please, just call me Thor. I need to apologise, my lady. You were right about my hypocrisy, and I am so sorry I raised my voice at you. I have no excuse for that, but I wish to make it up to you." he said, bending his knees to look you in the eyes and only daring to caress the back of your hand once your expression softened. "Well, Thor, I must apologise too." you started, but interrupted him as soon as he said "No, you must not.". "I have raised my voice too and said some words I never wish to repeat." you explained, "There have been many times I have been treated differently because of who I am and I don't appreciate it. I know what my position is here at court but I do not like to be reminded of things like that". Thor nodded, not fully understanding but still trying to. "I won't pretend I know what that feels like, but I would appreciate it if you told me about it." he said, leading you to a sitting room not too far. You told yourself that keeping your fingers entertained was just a show of appreciation for his willingness to listen to you, and that it had nothing to do with the way the sight of his big palm enveloping your small hand had your heart beating a bit faster. "As you know, I studied many subjects, including strategy and warfare. My father and my brother, Bjorn, have allowed me to discuss such things with them many times, but I have never been granted permission to learn how to even hold a sword." you sighed, and Thor's face lit up. "I have a wonderful idea!" he exclaimed, and quickly hauled you up to your feet and started running down the corridor with your hand still in his. "Where are we going?" you panted as you fled down the stairs. "You'll see." he laughed, now gathering you under his arm and half carrying you. You almost fell when he suddenly stopped, but he quickly supported you.

"I'll teach you." he smiled, looking down at you. You looked around. He had led you to the same training room where Lady Sif and the Warriors Three had humiliated you. You quickly abandoned that thought. You weren't about to spoil this moment. "Do you think it's proper?" you uttered, still a bit unsure. "I'm sure your tongue is a weapon in itself, but it probably wouldn't defend you against a sword." Thor wrapped his other hand around the one he was still holding and grinned. Finally, you smiled and let him tug you towards one of the walls where many different weapons were set. "Now, you are quite small-" he started, but you turned around and interrupted him. "Anyone would be compared to you!" you retorted, with a fake shocked face, to which he just smiled wider. "It is not an insult. I quite like it." he winked, and you felt your face flush. "As I was saying, you are quite small and inexperienced, so we'll start with a smaller wooden sword and work our way up." he continued talking for a while, but you were too focused on his comment before. Had he meant it? What was there to like about how small you were compared to him? Still, you imagined what you two would look like staring in a mirror, him towering behind you. You were sure the top of your head would barely reach his chest. His shoulders were nearly twice as wide as yours and his arms were probably almost as wide as your waist. Your train of thoughts was interrupted when he handed you a wooden sword, and you tried to not let the fact that you hadn't been listening to a single word he was saying show. Still, he caught your unfocused expression and the pink heat spreading on your cheeks and smirked, thinking about how you were so bothered by your probably innocent thoughts about his size.

An hour later, you were finally getting the hang of sparring. You had no idea what you were doing and Thor's hands on your body as he adjusted your position were not helping in the slightest. "There you go!" he exclaimed once you landed a good hit on the mannequin before you. "Was that good?" you asked, turning around with a big smile. You looked happier than he had ever seen you. He thanked himself for having such a great idea. "It was great, you're a natural." he said, not entirely truthfully. Nevertheless, whatever you lacked in talent and skill, you made up for in enthusiasm. His words got you to throw your arms around your shoulder and giggle, which was enough to justify a little white lie. He splayed his hands on your back, looking at you once you retreated a bit. "We should get back, your mother is expecting me for tea." you whispered, looking at his pink lips. "We should." he replied, noticing you gaze and almost groaning. You were terrible at hiding what you were thinking about and it would have been hilarious if he wasn't thinking about the same thing. He slowly leaned in, noticing how your eyes fluttered and then closed. You couldn't wait to feel his lips on yours, to finally understand what the books Hilde would often secretly bring you meant when they described the feeling of kissing a man. Then, your hope and wanting were crushed by the feeling of his lips pressing on your forehead. Still, the contact made you gasp softly. He stepped back, untangling his limbs from yours. "Shall we?" he offered you his arm. "We shall." you smiled, wrapping your hand around his elbow.

That night, you thrashed in your bed for hours. Unbeknownst to you, Thor was doing the same. You couldn't stop thinking about how patient he had been and how his beard had tickled your forehead when he had placed a light kiss on it. He couldn't stop thinking about the way your eyes had lit up when you felt victorious and how you had gasped at his contact. You were able to fall asleep after midnight, but he stayed up until sunrise. He felt guilty when he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you and your innocence. Still, he couldn't help but wrap his hand around his cock and whispering your name, imagining how his own would fall from his lips like a prayer on your wedding night.