Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Baby I'm Amazed By You

Baby I'm Amazed By You
Request for approximately 1000 geese
A/N: I only know one person with Asperger's and aside from me not liking her I didn't see anything odd so I wasn't sure what it entailed. The requester described it as a temper tantrum mixed with a panic attack so I tried my best. I did a little bit of research but I apologize if it's off.

Falling in love with a Midgardian wasn't in Thor's plan.
Falling in love with the most special Midgardian he'd ever met wasn't in Thor's plan.

You'd had a hard life. You were special, and no one but your mother understood. You had high powered panic attacks almost every day. You were aggressive and compulsive, and it was hard for you to interact with most people.
Your mother discovered that early on. You had only been in first grade for half a day when you panicked and had a fit. The teacher had called your mom to come and get you, and since then she decided to homeschool you. You never felt as though you were missing out. You didn't have as many friends as the kids in public school, but you had your best friend – your mother. She took you on walks, collecting leaves and flowers to learn about nature. You conducted science experiments with the help of your Children's Book of Science. Your mother only taught you math that you would actually use, not caring if you could find the angle of x or the length of a hypotenuse. You loved history, and your particular specialty made you really emotional when it came to learning about evil dictators like Stalin and Hitler.
You didn't have a normal life, and you didn't want one, either.

One would think that, after all of the other attacks on New York thanks to Spiderman, that your mother would move the two of you out after the Avengers set up headquarters. But you stayed put. She knew it was dangerous, and she tried to keep you from watching the news in case it frightened you.
Another battle broke out, and the Avengers were soon destroying New York in an attempt to save it. Your house had been crashed into during the fight, causing you and your mother to run screaming. But you had gotten separated. Your mother was crushed beneath a car, leaving you on your own. You'd never been on your own.
You screamed as an alien monster picked you up and began flying away. All you could do was scream. Then, in a flash of gold and red and black, you were flying in a much gentler embrace. You looked up at your savior, and the sight took your breath away. The one and only Thor – your mother told you stories about the Avengers – was carrying you, gold hair flowing in the breeze and handsome features etched with determination.
He set you down gently, finally looking at you. The sight took his breath away. He'd never seen a more beautiful maiden. Your (e/c) eyes were wide with wonder and your (h/l) (h/c) locks were slightly tangled and framing your face. He smiled and gently grasped your hand, placing a kiss on the knuckles. "Go somewhere safe. I will return for you."

He kept his promise. Why he had taken such an interest in you, you'd never understand. But he had, and he spent every minute he could with you. He told you about Asgard and his family, which made sense when he had to suddenly go away for a few days. He would always come back to you, and you eventually got use to him having to leave.
He knew you were different from the start, but he didn't know what it was. When you had a breakdown in the middle of the day, he understood. You were emotional, and it was hard for you to express that emotion healthily. You would scream and yell and stomp your feet, as though you were a child unable to tell your parents what you wanted. He would simply hold you close and run his fingers through your hair, which he found early on helped you calm down. He'd kiss your head and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, waiting for your breathing to slow and your hands to unclench. He was a very patient god, and he loved you.

You were reluctant to go on a proper date at first. All of your dates so far had been watching movies at the Tower or a picnic in the park or stargazing on the roof. You were afraid of public outings, given your past. Even the park trips were private – Tony happened to own a park near the Tower and could vacate it whenever Thor asked.
"What is it that frightens you?" Thor asked one day, honestly curious.
"I'm... not good... with people..." you replied slowly, looking down at your feet. Warm arms pulled you against an equally warm chest, the heartbeat inside calming your nerves.
"We'll go somewhere small," he reasoned. "Find a secluded table. As soon as you start feeling uncomfortable, we'll leave."
You looked up at him with a small smile. "Okay."

True to his word, he found a small restaurant a few blocks away. He called ahead and reserved a table in the back, away from the crowds.
You dressed in a simple knee-length (f/c) dress with spaghetti straps and a scoop neckline. It was loose and flowy, giving you room to move as you slipped your feet into matching rhinestone-adorned flats.
Thor kept his arm linked around yours as the hostess led you two to the table in the back. He pulled out your chair to let you sit before sitting down himself. He then ordered drinks for the both of you, taking your hands and running his thumbs over your knuckles. He knew you were nervous, and you weren't trying to hide it as your eyes darted around the room. He raised a hand to his lips and kissed your palm, earning a small smile.
All was going well until the small restaurant got crowded, every single table being filled. Your nervousness grew and not even the comfort of Thor's hands around yours could calm you down. Your leg bounced anxiously as people looked your way. It felt as though they knew you were different, and that they didn't believe you deserved to be out with a god. Thor knew exactly where your mind was going, and leaned over the table to peck your cheek. Small children and teenage girls, once catching sight of the blond, rushed over for autographs and pictures. The noise level rose as the crowds grew and soon it was too much.
Your chest tightened as you let out a scream. All movement stopped as everyone turned to look at you. You stood from your seat and ran out the door, running down the street away from the restaurant. You had no idea if you were running in the right direction – you just had to run.
Thor politely excused himself from his fans, rushing towards the door and looking around for you.

He found you about ten minutes later, sitting on the ground and leaning against a brick wall. Your knees were brought up to your chest, arms wrapped around them and face resting on them. You were visibly shaking as sobs wracked your body.
His heart broke at the sight and he rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms.
"Shh," he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. "It's alright. I'm sorry love. I did not know there'd be so many people."
"I'm sorry... you can't take me anywhere..." you sniffled, curling into his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he insisted. "I only suggested going out because I thought you'd like it. I am perfectly happy having all of our dates in or on the Tower."
"Really?" you asked, looking up at him. "Are you sure you don't want to be with someone that doesn't break down in the middle of the date?"
"Not if that someone isn't you," he replied, kissing your head. "I love you, (y/n). I do not want to be with anyone else."
You smiled softly, snuggling into his chest. He gently cupped your face with one warm hand, tilting your head up. He pressed his lips to yours with a soft sigh. You leaned into his embrace and returned the kiss.
There was no doubt that he loved you.