Marvel Imagines

Thor - Birthday

Summary: it's y/n's birthday, but they're not happy about it

You woke up to a sudden weight on your chest. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw Thor staring up at you with the biggest smile ever.

"Happy birthday!" he yelled excitedly. You quickly covered your ears.

"Jeez Thor. Quiet it down. What time is it anyway?" You yawned, pushing him off you to check the time. "Five in the morning? Really? I'm going back to bed."

"No!" he caught your hand. "I made you a surprise. Come to the kitchen with me!" He didn't really give you a choice in the matter. He pulled you along behind him, practically buzzing with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see your reaction. Flicking on the light and flinging out his arms, he yelled "SURPRISE!"

On the table sat a small cake that read 'Happy birthday y/n' in messy lettering. There were plenty of dishes in the sink and the streamers he had put up were starting to fall down. You sighed and tried to look grateful. He'd worked on this all night on this he seemed. He tugged you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you.

"Here you are," he kissed your cheek and sat down next to you. You smiled for him, so you wouldn't make him feel bad. You really hated your birthday and celebrating it, but if it made Thor happy, you'd try to enjoy it for him.

"One year older!" he reminded you, not knowing what those three little words would do to you. Your small smile faded as you stared at the cake while Thor placed a candle reading your age on top of it and lit it.

"Make a wish, y/n." You let out a shaky breath, holding back the tears. He wasn't meaning to hurt you like this. He didn't know. You slumped down onto the table, covering your head with your arms. Your shoulders began to shake.

"Are you alright?" Thor reached over, placing his hand on your back.

"Happy tears," you sniffed.

"You don't have to lie to me, y/n. What's wrong? Is it the dishes? I'll clean it up, I promise."

"It's not the dishes." You laughed weakly and pulled your head out of your arms, looking up at him with watery eyes. "I'm just... scared."

He got off his chair and knelt on the floor beside you, turning you to look at him. He carefully reached up and wiped some of the tears from your face. 

"What are you scared of? I can help you. Let me help you."

"No, Thor. You can't."

"I... I don't understand."

"I don't want to get older. I'm so god damn terrified of it. Every single year I have to endure a stupid celebration of another year closer to death. Another year closer to rotting in a nursing home. You're a god, Thor. You don't have to worry about any of that for a very very long time. And when you reach that time... I'll be long gone."

He sighed, realizing you were right. That one day you would be gone and he would still be there. It pained him to think of a life without you.

"Even though that is true, y/n," he stated, trying his best to console you, "I promise that even when you are gone, I will never stop loving you. Ever. You are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don't want to see you stressing over something that is so far away. When you do... leave, it doesn't mean it's the end of you and me. We just have to wait until we can meet once more."

"That's a long wait, Thor."

"I know," he smiled sadly. "But I will wait. And I hope you will too."

You got to your feet, pulling him up with you, and wrapped your arms around him. You had to savor the moments you still had with him and all the memories that you still had time to create.

"I love you," you whispered, pressing your head further into him.

"I love you too."

You pulled away from him and looked over at the cake.

"It really is a nice cake."

"I am quite the baker."

"That pile of dishes says different."

"Hey!"

You elbowed him playfully and sat back down, blowing out the candle and making your wish. Then you grabbed two forks and handed one to Thor. You didn't have any plates left, so this would have to do.

As you sat beside the love of your life and devoured the cake he'd so lovingly made for you, your mind couldn't help but try to ruin it again. Will he still love me when I'm old and he's still young? You ignored the question and reminded yourself not to worry about things that haven't come yet. It would all work out. It always does.