Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

That's When My Life Begins

That's When My Life Begins
Request for Shyama
A/N: Also co-written by ViolinFire14. You can see where the writers switched.

You'd been instructed to stay put. You were given strict orders from every single Avengers to stay still in the safety of your room and not venture out into the battle happening elsewhere.
But you'd never been one for listening.
You waited a good long while, ensuring that everyone would be distracted enough to not focus on you so obviously interfering. You looked around your floor for a weapon, deciding that your hard-back books would most likely not be very effective against alien monsters. You sauntered into the kitchen in search of a cleaver when your eyes settled upon a cast iron frying pan sitting innocently on the stove. You recalled a movie where a young girl fought for her life with a frying pan and decided to test it out, wrapping your fingers around the black handle and lifting it up like a sword.
You weren't prepared for just how heavy cast iron is and nearly dropped it on your foot.

Frying pan in hand, you shuffled outside to the fight. Sure, you only had enough fighting knowledge save your own clumsy butt when being mugged and that was the very reason everyone told you to stay inside, but you felt rather useless cooped up in the Tower while all of your friends were risking their lives for this measly little city.
A surprised shriek escaped your lungs as an alien launched at you, attaching itself to your hair. You spun around and swung blindly, whacking the monster in the face with your pan. Grinning triumphantly, you ran further into the heated battle, weapon at the ready.
"(y/n!)" Tony yelled through his suit. "We told you to stay inside!"
"Yeah, but..." you trailed off, ducking as a monster flew past you to get to Steve.
"But nothing," Steve argued, the alien bouncing off his shield. "It's too dangerous."
"And I'm useless in there!" you countered. "I'm the only one not helping!"
"You can help by keeping yourself alive," Natasha reasoned, ducking behind a car with her gun outstretched.
"I can help by helping," you argued, throwing your arm out, your frying pan colliding with an alien's face.
Steve's brows furrowed in confusion as he wondered why on Earth you chose a cast iron pan as a weapon, while Tony was laughing so hard his suit doubled over.
"See?" you insisted, bouncing excitedly. "I can help!"
Steve sighed. "Fine. But be careful."
You offered him a mock salute and stuck close by, figuring you'd get creamed if you went into the thick of it by yourself. You stood with your back to his, keeping an eye on any monsters trying to sneak up on the Captain.
You gasped in shock as you realized, of all the stupid things you could have done, that you had just made a huge mistake. Now, the alien creature would be after you, and within mere seconds, the creature rose from the ground and aimed to attack you.
You clutched onto the pan tightly, and fear took over your senses. You dashed down the street to the Tower, hoping to reach the door in time. You were so caught up in trying to escape that you didn't realize there was another person in front of you.
With a loud thud, you crashed to the ground. You internally cursed yourself for your clumsiness. When you looked up, you saw a kind hand stretched out towards you, offering to help you get back on your feet.
You accepted without hesitation, feeling yourself being lifted effortlessly off the ground, back to a standing position. Once stable and sure you wouldn't fall over, you finally looked at the figure that had been watching you quietly.
His hair was a light, golden blonde, and he was wearing a red cape. You recognized him immediately as the god you'd been harboring a crush on. Before you could thank him – not that you'd ever managed more than two words to him without tripping over your own tongue – the alien that had been chasing you launched at him. Thor swung his hammer with ease, catching the alien's jaw and sending it flying backwards. He then turned his attention back to you.
"Why are you holding a frying pan?"
"It's my weapon."
He shrugged, deciding that it worked much the same as Mjolnir, minus the lightning. You stood back-to-back, him holding Mjolnir and you wielding a cast iron pan.

"I still can't believe you took out those aliens with a frying pan," Tony laughed as he poured himself a drink. You had all returned to the Tower after winning the fight, and you, Tony, Thor, and Clint were socializing in the main kitchen.
"It was the first thing I grabbed," you replied with a sheepish grin.
"I'm gonna start calling you Rapunzel," Clint teased.
"I think it made a most effective weapon," Thor defended, confused by their amusement.
"I'm sure Rapunzel thought so too," Tony smirked. He and Clint left to return to their own rooms, leaving you alone with Thor.
"Thanks for the help today," you began with a nervous smile. "You saved my ass."
"It was my pleasure," he smiled brightly. "You fight very well."
"Thanks," you returned. "I've picked up on a few things, watching everyone else fight."
"Your frying pan would be most useful in the next battle. Though I do not understand why brother Barton and brother Stark find it so amusing."
"It's a movie reference," you explained. "It's a Midgard thing."
He nodded in slight understanding, standing before you. You looked up at him, shifting awkwardly on your feet. A warm hand cupped your cheek, keeping you still. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned in closer, eyes fluttering closed. Yours only widened as warm lips pressed against yours. All of your dreams hadn't prepared you for how it would really feel.
He pulled away all too soon and smiled at you, offering his arm. You wrapped your arms around his as he led you down the hall.