Eye of the Storm (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter Fifteen

Y/N: "Once he got his hooks in me, I was a goner. It made me feel special that out of all the girls in the universe, he chose ME. I couldn't wrap my head around it - why me? Was I really the one who was going to make Loki happy? I was desperate to make sure I didn't do anything to mess it up."

Thor does his best not to roll his eyes. He hates the false romanticised view people have of his brother.

He's not a tortured soul looking for love and redemption, someone to care for him to make him complete. He's just a selfish, manipulative dick that learned a long time ago that by putting on this broken loner act that he would get all the pussy he could ever wish for. The only difference with Y/N is that he didnt end the act after one night, he strung her along for three years, even proposed to her. She believed it was the real deal, and for her sake I wanted to believe it too.

Y/N: "It sounds so sad when I say it aloud but I really thought I didn't deserve him and that any minute he was going to realise it too. So, each time he 'innocently' flirted with someone else, 'drunkenly' kissed other women - I ate up every reasoning and excuse he had. I hate that I did that to myself."

Thor looks heartbroken. He never knew you felt this way, that Loki put you through all of this.

Y/N: "God, how tragic am I? You must think I'm so pitiful."

Thor: "I don't think that at all. I think you're a woman who was desperately hurt from losing everyone she ever cared about and so you began looking for love elsewhere to fill that void....and unfortunately you found it in the wrong place....with the wrong man..."

...and the wrong brother.

Y/N: "You're so sweet to me, Thor. I don't know what I'd ever do without you."

Thor: "It's not something you'll ever have to worry about, princess, because I'm not going anywhere."

Thor gives you a reassuring smile. He can't help but admire just how beautiful you are. Even now, with tear stained cheeks, swollen eyes, and messy bed hair , all he sees is perfection.

He leans forward, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He lets his hand rest on your shoulder as he softly caresses your cheek. You lean into him and close your eyes.

Thor inches closer and places the most tender and gentle kiss first on your forehead, then on your nose and finally on your lips. You smile and make a gratified moan of contentment. He brings you closer, deepening the kiss, and you feel his heart racing against your own chest. His quick breaths and gasps for air only serve to make the moment more intense, more desperate.

You open your eyes and climb on top of his lap, straddling his pelvis. He rests his hands on your waist and his head against yours.

He can't help himself, he starts gently rocking his hips. He wants to feel you pressed against him, feel how ready you are for him. He nibbles on your neck and drops kisses down your shoulder as he slides one hand down into your lace underwear. He immediately finds your heat and starts teasing, circling your clit before sliding one then, two fingers inside. You arch your back, throwing your head back in complete, unbridled pleasure.

Thor: "I want to make love to you Y/N."

Your eyes open wide.

Thor: "Just this once....will you let me make love to you? I need you to feel how amazing....and incredible....and beautiful and.....truly wondrous you are. Will you let me do that, princess?"

Your eyes glisten as you smile and nod your head in response.

Thor beams. Overjoyed, he leans in placing the last kiss across your lips before altering your world forever.