Avengers Imagines

Baking Thor Odinson X Reader

Thor had been spending more and more time in the human realm than ever before. You would have thought that the Asgardian Warrior would have picked up some knowledge on human things.

"No Thor, the microwave doesn't blow stuff up."

"No Thor, the vacuum doesn't make black holes."

"No Thor, my ringtone does not mean we are going to war."

"No, THOR SNOWMEN ARE NOT FROST GIANTS IN DISGUISE DO NOT BLOW THEM UP DAMMIT!"

The man was just downright stupid other times. Thinking that those 25 cent kiddie rides actually could bring you places or that Poptarts were some Greek delicacy like Ambrosia. And since the other Avengers were trying their very best to avoid teaching him humanly ways, so they indirectly left the behemoth to you. You had tried to convince them that you had your work to do but they brushed you off saying that they had missions or that they were rich.

"Okay Thor, I have decided that you need to learn how to use the oven." You walked up to him, who was occupied playing on your phone. Such a kid...

"The oven? What is that?" He asked, standing up and handing you your phone.

"It's a device that heats up to pretty hot temperatures so you can bake and cook food. And since I will have to be leaving you here on your own and you require food, your gonna need to learn how to use it." You told him.

"Does this oven require lava or a massive fire to make food?" He asked.

"Oh god no! That's weird!"

"In Asgard we have a contraption like that. It uses a pit of lava to heat up bread dough and other foods to the right temperature." He explained, grinning little.

"Of course you people use lava. Nothing weird about that no!" You sighed. "Come here." You grabbed his arm and dragged him through your house and into the kitchen. You pointed at the oven. "That is the oven, smallish in size but could burn your hand off."

"I would like to test this theory." He walked over to the oven, opened it and stuck his hand in. "This does not burn! You have lied (Y/N)."

"I did not, you have to turn it on, and I will not let you test the burning hand theory or whatever." You sighed. "So I have decided the best way to teach you to use the oven for everyday purposes is to bake some brownies."

"Brownies?" Thor gave you a puzzled look

"Yeah they are really yummy treats that are simple to bake." You explained, taking out the box of brownie mix and placing it on the counter.

Thor examined the box, reading the directions and rubbing the scruff on his chin. "These do seems simple to make considering the very few steps listed on this box." He shook it a few times, sniffed it, and almost licked the box until you stopped him.

"Okay, okay you got it there bud." You giggled and grabbed the box from him and tore it open, taking out the bagged powder mix. "Go grab some eggs, milk..." You read off the back of the box. Tjor grabbed the necessary ingredients, placing them on the counter.

"What next?" He asked.

You had him go through the directions, helping him only when he decided to squish the eggs in his palm instead of cracking them on the side of the bowl or when he took the mixer out of the brownie mix and the stuff went everywhere. You thought this guy had common sense, but it turns out he never learned the simplest cooking skills.

By the time you had him put the pan in the oven, there were eggs in your hair, flour splattering your apron, Thor didn't fair any better. Yet the giant man puppy smiled at you happily in accomplishing his first ever pan of brownies.

"How long must we wait?" Thor asked you impatiently, pacing around the kitchen.

"Just wait you big oaf, we got like 6 more minutes." You rolled your eyes.

Later on while you had taken the freshly baked brownies out of the oven and set them on the counter, you desperately needed to pee. Not even gone 3 minutes and half the pan was gobbled and eaten by none other than Thor who happily licked his fingers in delight.

"Thor!" You scrambled into the kitchen and picked up the dish of sloppily destroyed treats.

"What?" He looked at you innocently. "They smelled intoxicating and I had to try a bite."

"Uhhhh." You pointed to the pan. "This, this is not "A bite". This is a very hungry dog got into the kitchen." You sighed but gave him a big smile. "Whatever, if you get sick, don't blame me!" You wiggled your finger at him.

"Worry not! I have feasted relentlessly for four nights and four days!" He declared. "These brownies are but a petty snack-"

"Don't kid yourself, you're in America, no stomach of steel can withstand the sugar in a quarter of those brownies." You smiled at him cheekily, crashing on the couch and turning on the TV.

"Whatever you say, mortal." He shrugged, sitting down next to you.

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The Pepito-Bismol was all out that morning, as well the gingerale.

Author's Note

It been 2 fucking months jesus sorry guys. School is a stick up the butt and it sucks.

SUCKS I TELL YOU SUCKS

Big surprise in near future?!?!

OhOhOhoH?!?!

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Until next oneshot,

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