Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Baby I Can Love You Better

Baby I Can Love You Better
Request for destiny
A/N: Co-written by Blossom.

You were a humble citizen of Asgard, and as such you'd spent a fair amount of time with the princes, Thor and Loki. You befriended Lady Sif when you were both young, before she became known as Lady Sif, and you became friends with the Warriors Three when you were all teenagers and they were in training to be the kingdom's warriors. During your teen years, you became good friends with Loki, though you had been harboring a crush on the golden prince. But you knew that he was meant to marry Lady Sif, so you pushed your feelings aside and maintained your friendship with the lot of them. Thor never seemed to take much interest in his destiny, other than becoming King, but Sif always seemed to enjoy being reminded- and reminding others- of what she was to become. Loki knew of your crush on his brother and often tried to comfort you, particularly when you'd seen him being friendly with the dark haired warrior maiden.

The entire kingdom was surprised when Thor returned from his banishment with a mortal friend. A mortal woman friend, no less. His father was furious, claiming that Asgardians had no need for mortals and that his oldest son should just let her go. Thor refused, and it stabbed your heart. You knew that determined gleam in his eye. This girl was more than just a friend, just as Lady Sif was supposed to be. Sif was disturbed by the prince's choices as well, but she played nice with the mortal- Jane- for Thor's sake.
The kingdom was in an uproar when Thor decided to return to Midgard with Jane. Queen Frigga tried to calm her raging husband, stating that they should let their son be free to be with whomever he wanted. Odin argued that it was Thor's destiny to become King, and that he should stop wasting his time with mortals. Frigga had even offered to Thor that Jane could come live in Asgard as well, but Thor refused. Lady Sif was just as upset as you were, though she was able to be outright angry while you had to hide your concern.

After a few months, a party was sent to find Thor and bring him back. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were immediately recruited, and your long-lived friendship with the crowned prince got you involved. You were excited to be included in the journey, though butterflies erupted in your stomach as you thought of seeing Thor with her.

"Are you ready?" Sif asked as she poked her head in your chambers. You wore a simple (f/c) tunic with black fitted pants, leather boots, a metal breastplate, and metal gauntlets. You tucked your favorite dagger into the holster on your hip and turned to her. Your (h/l) (h/c) locks were pulled back into a high ponytail to keep out of your eyes.
"Yes," you responded. "When do we leave?"
"Now."

"Okay, everyone. We know our mission; find Thor. Do not get distracted!" Sif said to the group before you began your different directions. You were sent in pursuit of four different science museums along the west side of the city.
Walking gave you time to think, though maybe that wasn't a good thing.
What if Thor deeply loved Jane?
What if he refused to come back?
What if... your friendship with the god was ruined?
You averted your eyes from the stares coming at you. You wanted to yell at everyone that your outfit was normal and to keep their noses out, but you couldn't. You had one mission.
Thor.
The first science museum had no luck, nor the second or third. By the forth you didn't even want to go in. You wanted to turn and leave and tell Sif you found nothing.
But thank God you didn't.
When you entered your eyes fell upon a tall, muscular blond male; Thor. Holding his hand was none other than the scientist Jane Foster.
A burning feeling of jealousy, hatred and mostly sadness burned in your stomach. You despised Jane; she stole Thor from his home, the place he loved.
What hurt you most was when Thor leaned down and placed a kiss to Jane's forehead. Jane giggled like a five year old.
You gave out a small shriek and Thor turned.
"(Y/N)?" He gasped. You didn't want to talk. You turned and sprinted out the museum and away.

"Did you find something?" Sif asked as you nearly ran into her.
You nodded, biting back bile as you replied, "Thor with the mortal."
Her eyes narrowed. "What was he doing?"
"Kissing her."
You understood the fire in Sif's eyes, as the same fire bubbled inside you. But you had the smallest chance of being with the golden prince. Not only was he meant to marry Lady Sif, but he was now in love with Jane. Where did that leave you?
Left behind in the dust, that's where.

Your mission was a success in the end. Thor was brought back to Asgard, with much grumbling. You were silent during the transport and the walk to the throne room. You had nothing to say while Lady Sif scolded his reckless behavior, because how dare he run off to be with a pathetic mortal girl.
King Odin thanked you and your party as you returned Thor to the castle, but you were dismissed before the lectures began. You returned crestfallen to your chambers, collapsing onto your bed.

"What are your intentions with this mortal?" Odin demanded once he was alone with Thor and Frigga.
"She is but a friend," the blond replied.
"Then why are you so insistent on seeing her?"
"Do you want the truth?"
Odin nodded.
"You have decided that I am to marry Lady Sif," Thor began. "I must confess; I do not love her. She is a fierce warrior and a loyal companion, but she does not hold my heart."
"Then who does?" Queen Frigga asked.
"Another," he replied quickly. "Not Jane either. She is brilliant and kind, but she has another. She is simply a friend that I trust."
"Who is it that you love?" Odin asked.
Thor hesitated before whispering your name.
"(y/n)?" Frigga repeated with a smile. "Why did you not say before?"
"What difference does it make? I am still destined to marry Lady Sif."
"Perhaps not," Odin mused. "We selected Lady Sif because, as you said, she is a fierce warrior and loyal companion. She is perfectly fit to be Queen. However, Miss (y/n) is just as fierce and loyal."
"I see no reason that you cannot marry (y/n), if that is your wish," Frigga concluded.
Thor's baby blues lit up like fireworks. "You mean it? I can marry (y/n)?"
Frigga smiled while Odin simply nodded.

A knock on your door startled you from your self-pity, and you lazily dragged yourself out of bed. You dragged your wrist across your eyes, hoping to remove the traces of your crying session. You took in a deep breath and steeled yourself, prepared to hide all emotion from whoever was disturbing your wallowing.
"Can I help yo- oh..." You trailed off as you opened the door to reveal Thor. "What do you need, Prince?"
He winched. You often called him or Loki "Prince" as a tease, but the tone in your voice told him that your friendship with him was dwindling. "I... I have news."
"What news?" you inquired. "Is it time for you to wed Lady Sif? Or has the Allfather granted you permission to marry the mortal?"
"Neither. I do not love either of them."
A spark of hope ignited within you but you extinguished it with impassiveness. "And why are you telling me this?"
He dropped down to one knee, pulling a hand from behind his back. In his hand was a bouquet of (f/flowers) which he offered to you. You accepted them hesitantly, waiting for him to explain.
"(y/n)," he began, looking at you with more sincerity in his eyes than you'd ever seen, "I've been in love with you for years. I was always jealous of Loki, for I worried that you preferred him over me. I admire Lady Sif, but I never wanted to marry her. Since we were teenagers, I wanted it to be you. Jane is a loyal friend, but I never wanted to marry her, either. I tried to ignore my love for you, and she taught me that I should try and tell you how much I care for you. I have spoken to the Allfather, and he has granted me permission to take you as my bride, if you'll have me."
Your jaw had dropped by the end and you stared wordlessly at him. Your silence worried him and he stood, preparing to be rejected.
"Thor... I would be honored."
You'd never seen a bigger grin on his face as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest. You giggled as one hand reached up to cup your cheek. He pressed his lips to yours lovingly and you responded immediately.

You were wed the next afternoon. The entire kingdom attended, with Loki as the best man and Lady Sif as your Maid of Honor. Odin performed the ceremony himself and Frigga walked you down the aisle.
"You may now kiss the bride." As soon as the words left the King's mouth, warm hands encased your hips and warm lips claimed yours. Your hands rested on his chest as you returned the kiss passionately. The entire kingdom cheered at the union, but the audience faded out of your vision as you looked up at your prince.
"I love you, Thor."
"And I love you, (y/n)."