Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Of Course

Of Course
Request for Diana

It had been a year since the accident and you were holding up fairly well. You'd learned a bit of sign language, though you preferred text or writing. Sign language was complicated and it required a translator.
Since you'd lost your hearing during the Battle of New York, your brother Tony felt responsible and made it his mission to take care of you from then on. He'd convinced you to live with him in the Tower where he and JARVIS could look after you and keep you safe. He'd informed Fury, who informed the rest of SHIELD, about you and your incident, so they knew what to expect.
Each of the Avengers learned about it along the way. You'd made it a point to instantly sign your predicament or write it out so that whoever you were conversing with didn't think that you were ignoring them, or wonder what was wrong. Natasha had introduced herself to you, glad to have another girl around, and you'd signed that you were deaf. Having had a few sign language lessons, she nodded in understanding.
Bruce had been told by Tony while they were working in the lab. The doctor had asked about him having a sister that no one knew about and why you were suddenly living in the Tower, and Tony had explained the incident.
Clint had been there when the explosion had sounded too close to you, damaging your hair cells (1) and removing you of your hearing. He'd instantly carried you as far away from the battle as possible.
Steve had walked in on you signing to Natasha. Cocking his head in confusion, you quickly grabbed a pen and notepad and wrote I can't hear.
Thor, apparently, had yet to figure it out. He had a habit of coming up behind you and excitedly telling you about something that had happened, but as you couldn't see him, you couldn't know that he was trying to get your attention. He didn't want to startle you by tapping your shoulder or standing in your way, so he assumed that you were ignoring him, and his visits to you became less frequent.

You were seated at the table with Natasha, Clint, and Tony, sipping coffee and munching on breakfast, when the subject came up.
Clint opted for writing his thoughts on a notebook so that Natasha and Tony could understand as well. Natasha's sign language was rusty, and Tony's was non-existent. So, (y/n). How are you fairing?
You wrote back, Very well, although I fear that Thor isn't very fond of me.
Furrowing his brow, Tony took the pen. Why would you think that?
He hardly speaks to me in any form, and he always seems upset when I see him.
Does he know about your hearing? Natasha added. You paused. You hadn't told him... was it possible that he hadn't caught on.
I don't know.
Just as Tony was about scribble out a reply, Thor himself walked in. He smiled and bid everyone a "good morning," but frowned when you didn't reply. Natasha looked at you and pointed behind you, causing you to turn around. You smiled and waved at the blond, who offered a small smile in return.
I don't think he knows, Natasha wrote.
Can you guys tell him? you requested.
"Hey, Meatswing," Tony called, catching the god's attention. "Come here."
Thor complied and stood beside you, looking at the billionaire.
"Have you heard the news?" Tony asked.
Thor shook his head. "What news?"
"My sister here is deaf," Tony stated.
Thor's eyes widened and he suddenly regretted his decision to ignore you. "That is most unfortunate. What happened?"
"She lost her hearing in the Battle of New York," Clint explained. You looked around the four of them, rolling your eyes as they spoke normally.
Sorry, (y/n), Clint wrote. He knows now.
You nodded, looking up at the god. He smiled down at you, glad that you had a reason to seemingly ignore him. He quickly stole the notepad and pen, adding his own thoughts. Would you like to go on a date?
You read it with a blush before pointing to the blond, as if to ask, 'with you?' He nodded, still smiling.
You smiled as you wrote, I would love to.
He held out his arm for you to grab, which you did. Your petite arms wrapped around his gigantic bicep as he led you out of the kitchen, leaving a confused Tony, smirking Clint, and smiling Natasha behind. Clint slid the notepad closer to Tony to show him the messages. Tony's jaw dropped open as his head turned to stare after the two of you.
You stopped by your room to fetch your white board and dry erase markers before leaving the Tower with the God of Thunder.

After asking where you wanted to go via white board, he led you down the block to a small café that you'd informed him was your favorite. He held the door open for you to walk beneath his arm. You wrote your drink of choice on your white board to show the barista, who nodded as Thor placed his own order. He then gestured to the entire room, offering you to choose a table. You chose one towards the back as the barista served your drinks.
He sat across from you, the big goofy smile never having left his face. He held his hand out, silently asking for the white board. You nodded and passed it over. I am most pleased that you said yes, he wrote. You blushed as you took the marker.
I was surprised that you asked.
He frowned before replying. I have always had an interest in you, Lady (y/n). Before I knew of your situation, I was under the impression that you were ignoring me, so I began losing faith.
You read the message with a pang of guilt. Poor guy; no one had informed him. I apologize. I assumed you knew since everyone else did.
He smiled again. No apology required, my lady. It is all fixed now.
You nodded in agreement, sipping your drink.
You were quiet for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes with contented smiles. He slid the white board and marker from under your arm, quickly scribbling a note. Would it be alright if I kissed you?
A blush claimed your cheeks as you wrote, Absolutely.
He leaned forward across the table, not needing a boost as he was so tall. You, on the other hand, had to brace your arms on the table edge and stretch up in order to meet his lips. A contented sigh escaped your lips as his warm hand reached up to cup your face. It slid to the back of your head, holding you close. Your hands rose to rest on his chest, eyes closed in bliss.
He rose from his seat and walked around the end of the table, sliding into your side of the booth. He sat down, still cupping your face and kissing your lips, wrapping his free arm around your waist. Your hands slid further up to tangle in his hair.
He pulled back for a breath, resting his forehead on yours and smiling. You smiled up at him, meeting his eyes. He reached one hand out to grab the marker and write, Be my lady?
You smiled and replied, Of course.


(1) Yeah I looked it up.