𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

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"You're finally awake," Thor says as you open your eyes, his hand running through your hair; moving it out of your face. "What you did was really dumb, that hit wouldn't have affected me."

He looks at you lovingly, and the light in the room is dimmed. Thank god, a grade four concussion did a number on your brain. A concussion that you wouldn't have, had it not been for a fist of a way too big alien aiming to hit Thor. Jumping in front of him was just an impulse decision.

"Really? Not even a thank you?" You muttered, groaning as you tried to sit up.

"You shouldn't have stepped in front of that punch," Thor says, resting his hand on your shoulder gently, and not letting you sit up. "That's a stupid thing to do. A stupid, stupid thing."

He looks at you, with a stern, yet loving gaze. He's trying to scold you, but it's obvious that he's more worried about you than mad at you. His hand moves from your hair to your cheek, his rough calloused thumb gently rubbing over your swollen cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, leaning into his touch. You knew it was stupid, you saw that giant fist coming towards Thor's face and your mind just... shut off. Your legs acted before your mind could process, and now you were paying the price.

You gently lifted a hand, touching the side of your head that'd been slammed against the wall. There was a bandaid over the spot, you could feel it, but damn did it ache. You grimaced as you touched the bruised skin.

Thor notices your expression, and carefully takes your hand away from the bruised skin. "No touching, you need to let it heal," he says sternly.

He moves, to sit on the edge of the bed now, his hand still resting on your cheek as he gazes down at you. He still stares at you with that stern expression, but his eyes show just how worried he is.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but what you did was stupid. You could've easily been killed."

"But I wasn't, was I? I'm fine, really," you tried to reassure him, though he didn't seem convinced.

You reached up again, trying to touch the bruise on your face once more. Thor swatted your hand away; again. "Stop touching it, you idiot. Your mind is probably so concussed that you can't even think normally."

He grumbled, shaking his head at your stubbornness. His hand gently grabbed your wrist, holding onto it tightly, but making sure he doesn't hurt you.

"No, you're not fine. Did you not see the size of that guy's fist? You were supposed to let me handle it," he said sternly. Despite his stern tone, and his grumpy expression, he was still being awfully gentle with you.

You looked up at him with a frown, though your expression was a little goofy due to your head being so fuzzy. "Can you please get over yourself and thank me for taking a hit for you so we can just forget this ever happened?" You replied with a huff.

Thor's expression softened, and he let out a quiet chuckle. You were just as stubborn as him, if not more so. He couldn't help but admire that about you, but he wasn't about to admit that right now.

"You really expect me to thank you for almost getting yourself killed?" He asked, his grip on your wrist loosening a little.

"Quit acting like the big tough guy and just say thank you already. I'm injured, I deserve it," You added with a pout, looking at him with big puppy dog eyes.

Seeing you look at him with such big, pleading eyes was almost too cute. But he couldn't give in, not yet, anyway. He let out a scoff, trying to be stern and stubborn. Despite his efforts, he just couldn't keep up the act.

"Fine.. fine. Thank you," he said finally, his expression softening as he gently squeezed your wrist. "But don't ever do that again."

That pout on your face quickly turned into a self satisfied smirk, proud of yourself for winning that argument. "I'm not making any promises," You replied with a cheeky grin.

You tried once more to sit up, but Thor still didn't allow it. He just tsked at you, giving you that stern look once more.

"You're not sitting up. You need rest, or else you'll make that concussion worse than it already is," he said firmly. He was still holding onto your wrist, now gently rubbing his thumb against the skin.

He couldn't stay mad at you, not when he knew that you were just trying to protect him. Despite how stubborn and reckless you were being, he still appreciated your efforts. But man, you were giving him wrinkles.

"Come on, I can get up. I'm fine, really!" You exclaimed, once again trying to sit up. But of course, Thor won't let you. Despite your efforts, he gently pushed you back down.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, giving you that stern look again as he held up three fingers.

You let out a huff as he pushed you back down, looking up at the three fingers in front of you. You stared at them for a few moments, trying to focus the best you could despite your head being so fuzzy.

"Three..?" You answered, but your voice held a hint of uncertainty. The room was spinning slightly, and you were certain that you were seeing double.

He gave you an unimpressed look as you answered. He knew that you were seeing double, and he could tell you were uncertain about your answer.

He sighed, gently shaking his head. "You're definitely not getting up," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're concussed, sweetheart. You need rest."

You huffed in defeat, knowing that he was right and that you probably weren't getting up anytime soon. The room was still spinning, and you were starting to feel a little nauseous.

"But I don't want to rest," you protested weakly, though you knew it was a losing battle. You looked up at him with that pout again. "Stay with me?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at your adorable pout. You looked cute, despite your bruised and swollen face. He couldn't resist that pout, not when you looked at him with those big, pleading eyes.

"Fine, fine," he said with a small sigh. "I'll stay with you." He gently sat down on the edge of the bed once more, letting go of your wrist to gently take your hand in his instead.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as he gave in. You gently squeezed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Thank you," you said softly, looking up at him with a grateful expression.

He smiled back at you, gently stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. He could see that you were starting to tire, your eyes growing heavy.

"Get some rest, sweetheart," he said gently, his voice filled with affection. "I'll stay right here with you."

You nodded weakly, your eyes drooping closed. "You promise?" You mumbled, sleep already beginning to claim you.

You didn't want to fall asleep without being certain that he'd be there when you woke up. The thought of him leaving, leaving you alone in this dark room, terrified you.

"I promise," Thor reassured you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. He had no intentions of leaving your side.

He continued to sit there on the edge of the bed, watching over you as you fell asleep. His hand still held onto yours, gently rubbing soothing circles over your skin.

You hummed quietly in acknowledgement, your mind drifting off as your exhaustion took over. The steady sound of Thor's breathing and the feeling of his hand holding yours was oddly soothing.

Within moments, you had fallen asleep, your chest rising and falling with gentle breaths. Thor watched over you, a tender look on his face as he ran his free hand through your hair. "My beautiful hero." He smiled to himself.