Marvel Oneshots

Late Night Comfort (Thor Odinson)

The mission had been long and harrowing, one of those nights where everything felt like a blur of chaos and exhaustion. The team had fought hard, but even now, hours after returning, the weight of the battle hung heavy over Y/N. She couldn't shake the tension in her muscles, the way her mind buzzed with remnants of adrenaline that refused to let her rest.

Thor had been by her side the entire mission, as he often was. His presence, as always, was a comforting one—steadfast, larger than life, but gentle in the way he approached her. Now, as they stood in the dimly lit living room, the rest of the team already in bed, Y/N could feel the toll of the night pulling at her, begging for rest.

She glanced at Thor as he walked beside her, his broad frame filling the room, his armor still slightly scuffed from battle. His golden hair was tousled, and there was a weariness in his blue eyes that made her heart ache a little. Thor, the god of thunder, looked tired—and it was a rare sight.

"Come, my lady," Thor said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent a warmth through her. "Sit with me. You need rest."

The exhaustion in his voice mirrored her own, and Y/N nodded, sinking onto the couch as Thor joined her. They sat in silence for a few moments, the crackling of the fire in the hearth the only sound in the room. Y/N let out a slow breath, leaning back against the cushions, feeling the tension in her body begin to melt away.

But she couldn't stop her mind from wandering. She replayed the battle over and over again in her head—the close calls, the moments of fear, the way Thor had stood between her and danger more times than she could count. He had been there, protecting her, like he always did. And now, here they were, side by side, safe but still carrying the weight of everything they had been through.

Without thinking, Y/N scooted closer to Thor, her body leaning toward him as if seeking his warmth. The exhaustion, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on her, and she found herself needing something—something more than just sleep. She let her head fall gently onto his shoulder, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she let herself sink into the quiet comfort of his presence.

Thor didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted slightly, wrapping one arm around her back, pulling her closer to him in a way that was both protective and tender. His hand rested gently on her lower back, and Y/N felt a shiver run through her at the touch—not from cold, but from the heat of his skin against hers. It was a simple gesture, yet there was something more to it—something that stirred a warmth deep inside her.

"You did well tonight, my lady," Thor said softly, his voice filled with a quiet admiration that made Y/N's heart swell. "Your courage... I am proud of you."

Y/N smiled faintly, her eyes still closed as she let his words wash over her. "I couldn't have done it without you, Thor," she murmured, her voice soft and tired. "You're always there."

"As I shall always be," Thor replied, his tone gentle yet firm. "You need never doubt that, my lady. I will protect you with my life."

There was something in the way he said it, something in the weight of his words that made Y/N's breath catch in her throat. She knew Thor cared for her, but this... this felt different. There was a vulnerability in his voice, a sincerity that went beyond simple duty or friendship.

Y/N shifted slightly, turning her head to look up at him, her cheek still resting against his shoulder. His blue eyes met hers, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged—like the calm before a storm. His gaze was soft but intense, his hand still resting on her back, his touch gentle yet grounding.

"Thor," she whispered, unsure of what she wanted to say, only knowing that there was something between them that had been left unspoken for far too long.

"My lady," Thor whispered back, his thumb gently tracing small, soothing circles on her back. "You are tired. Rest now. I shall keep watch over you."

But Y/N couldn't rest, not now, not with the way her heart was pounding in her chest. The warmth of his touch, the weight of his gaze—it all felt too much, too intimate. She had always been drawn to Thor, always admired him, but this—this was different. This was more than admiration. This was a need, a longing that had been growing between them for as long as she could remember.

"I don't want to sleep," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted closer to him, her head still resting on his shoulder, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, just over his heart. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm beneath her fingers, the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt.

Thor's hand moved slowly up her back, his touch careful, as if he were afraid of crossing a line. But when Y/N didn't pull away, his fingers threaded gently into her hair, and he leaned his head down slightly, his lips brushing against her temple in a feather-light kiss that made her heart skip a beat.

"You need rest, my lady," Thor repeated, but his voice was softer now, huskier, as if he, too, was fighting something within himself.

Y/N turned her head slightly, her nose brushing against his neck as she breathed in his scent—the faint hint of pine and storm still clinging to him, even after the battle. Her hand slid higher on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath her touch.

"I need you," she whispered before she could stop herself, her voice soft but filled with a vulnerability that surprised even her.

Thor froze, his breath catching in his throat as her words hung in the air between them. For a long moment, neither of them moved, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching out in a way that made Y/N's heart race. And then, slowly, Thor turned his head, his lips brushing against her forehead in a kiss that was both tender and reverent.

"My lady," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled her closer, his hand cupping the back of her head as if she were the most precious thing in the world. "I—"

But before he could finish, Y/N tilted her head up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first, as if she were testing the waters. Thor responded immediately, his arms tightening around her as the kiss deepened, his lips warm and gentle against hers, yet filled with a passion that had been simmering between them for so long.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they kissed, the fire crackling softly in the background, the night outside quiet and still. Y/N's heart raced in her chest, her fingers tangling in Thor's shirt as she pressed closer to him, the warmth of his body enveloping her like a shield against the world.

Thor's hand slid down her back, pulling her even closer as the kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if they were both trying to make up for all the time they had spent pretending their feelings didn't exist. His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently along her jawline as he kissed her with a tenderness that made Y/N's heart ache.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they sat in the quiet aftermath of the kiss. Thor's hand still rested on her cheek, his fingers gently stroking her skin as his eyes searched hers, filled with an emotion that took Y/N's breath away.

"You are my heart, my lady," Thor whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "And I shall always protect you."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at his words as she rested her head back on his shoulder, her fingers still curled into his shirt. "And I'll always be by your side, Thor," she whispered, her voice soft but sure.

They sat like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's warmth, the night slowly fading into dawn. The fire burned low, and the first rays of sunlight began to peek through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over them.

And in that quiet moment, Y/N knew that whatever battles lay ahead, whatever challenges they would face—they would face them together. Because in Thor's arms, she had found her comfort, her strength, and her heart. And he, in turn, had found his.