Marvel Oneshots

Night in (Thor Odinson)

Y/N's POV

It was supposed to be a quiet night in. Just Thor and me, no world-ending threats, no emergencies—just the two of us for the first time in what felt like ages. I had been looking forward to this all week, the thought of spending an evening in his arms helping me get through the long, lonely days.

But now, as I sat curled up on the couch, watching the flicker of the fire in the hearth, the night didn't feel as warm as I'd hoped. Thor was here, physically at least, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.

He sat across from me, his broad frame hunched slightly as he read over some documents, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. Something about Asgardian matters, or maybe it was Avenger business—honestly, I wasn't even sure anymore. It was always something.

I tried to be patient, to remind myself that he had responsibilities, that he was a god and a king, and that his work was important. But tonight, of all nights, I just wanted him to be here with me. To look at me, talk to me, instead of those damn papers.

I sighed, louder than I meant to, and Thor glanced up briefly. "Something wrong, darling?" he asked, his voice distracted, his attention already back on his work before I could respond.

My heart clenched. I wasn't sure how to say what I was feeling without sounding selfish. But the more I sat there, watching him pour all his focus into something else, the more I felt the frustration building.

"Thor," I said, a little sharper than I intended. "Can you please just... put that down for a minute? We haven't had any time together in weeks."

He looked up again, this time fully meeting my eyes. "I'm almost finished, love. Just a few more minutes."

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's always just a few more minutes, Thor. I feel like I'm competing with your responsibilities all the time, and I'm always losing."

Thor's POV

Her words hit me harder than I expected. I set the papers aside, guilt settling in my chest. Y/N had always been so understanding, so patient with the demands of my life, but I hadn't realized how much that patience had been wearing thin.

I looked at her—really looked at her—and saw the frustration in her eyes, the sadness I had been too distracted to notice. She deserved more than this. More than me being half-present, torn between my duties and the woman I loved.

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way," I said softly, standing and crossing the room to sit beside her on the couch. "But you must understand, my responsibilities—"

"I do understand, Thor," she interrupted, her voice shaky but firm. "I get that you're a king, an Avenger, a god. But I need you too. I need this, us, to matter as much as everything else in your life."

Her words stung, not because they were untrue, but because they were. I had been so caught up in my duties, in trying to manage everything that was expected of me, that I hadn't realized how much I was neglecting her.

I reached out, taking her hand in mine, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You do matter, Y/N. You are my heart."

But she pulled her hand away, standing up from the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "It doesn't feel like it, Thor. You say that, but you're never here. And when you are, your mind is somewhere else. I can't keep waiting for you to make time for us."

Y/N's POV

I hated how raw my voice sounded, hated how vulnerable I felt in that moment, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. The weeks of feeling like an afterthought, the loneliness that had been building inside me—it all came rushing out, and there was no stopping it now.