The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 61: Not Inadequate*

Warnings: Angst! Talk of past trauma! Insecurity! Fluff! Language! SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!

Steve was reclined in bed his eyes glancing around the room. You'd been in Asgard for a week now and Steve still was trying to comprehend it all. The world was beautiful.

He tore his eyes away when he heard you walk into the room. He smiled when he saw you were dressed in a beautiful blue and gold robe dress. You were fixing your hair in the mirror looking just like the princess you were. A fact that made Steve sigh and furrow his brows.

While you were able to live almost normally here on Asgard, as soon as you got back to earth it would be a different story. Living in safe houses, never being anywhere permanently. Luxuries being few and far between. Knowing you lived like this before you met him made him feel, well, inadequate.

You had caught sight of Steve clearly deep in thought, his brows furrowed. You turn to face him smiling slightly at the Asgardian clothes you'd given him. A white tunic shirt and navy trousers make him look like a prince in disguise.

"What's on your mind," you ask moving over to him.

He pulls himself from his thoughts smiling up at you before standing up "nothing, you look beautiful by the way" he smiles.

You raise a brow but decide not to question it further "Thank you, you look wonderful too, it actually suits you" you smile running your hands up and down his front.

"Really?" Steve asks raising a brow.

"Yeah you kinda look like a sexy pirate or prince off to rescue his princess" you smirk tugging at his shirt.

"Well it's a good thing I have my princess right in front of me then," Steve says hands running down your side and resting on your hips.

"You're not gonna run away from me, are you?" He adds gripping your hips tightly.

"I don't think I have a choice" you smirk but as soon as you said it you felt Steve shift.

His hands instantly loosened their grip and moved away from you. Taking a couple of steps back creating distance as he gently took your hand in his. No matter how hard he tried to hide it you could see the look of worry on his face as if he was mentally scolding himself.

You sighed realising exactly what was going through his head. Ever since he'd rescued you from the raft and found out exactly what had happened, how the guard touched you, Steve's touches were so gentle as if he was scared you'd break. You had been intimate but it wasn't the same, he'd always ask if you were okay and if he could do something. You loved how considerate he was being but you missed the side of him that took charge.

"C'mon let's go," you say squeezing his hand and heading out.

You made your way down to the great hall of the palace. The feast was already in full swing when you arrived, the loud voice of Volstagg filling the room.

"Welcome to the chaos," you say glancing up at Steve.

"And I thought Stark parties were wild" Steve mutters as you walk through the hall to your friends.

"Ah Lady Y/N I heard you were back" Fandral smiles hugging you once he spotted you.

"Yeah thought I'd finally show Steve where I grew up, he's shown me around Brooklyn plenty of times" You smile stepping back into Steve's side, hand moving to rest against his chest.

"Brooklyn? What kingdom is that?" Volstagg asks burping slightly.

"It's an area in New York you idiot" Sif scolds slapping him on the back of the head.