Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Before He Cheats

Before He Cheats
Request for Hannahnana45
A/N: Another story where Tony's a jerk. Sorry.
Mentions of sex, I guess? I never have to add warnings... this is new.

How stupid could you get?
How could you think that you could really trust a known playboy?
You mentally cursed yourself as you sat on your couch in your apartment, sobbing into a pint of java thunder ice cream. Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark had charmed his way into your heart, making you feel warm and fuzzy and making you think he had changed, that he truly wanted to be with you.
You should have known better.
After six months of dating, it all blew up in your face. You thought things were going very well – he was always happy when he saw you, he told the public that you were his girlfriend, he even treated you like a princess. You should have known it was too good to be true.
He was spending the weekend at your apartment. It wasn't the first time, nor was it awkward. You'd been intimate already (the man was a charmer), and you felt okay with leaving him at your apartment while you ran to the store to get supplies for dinner. He had requested a home cooked meal, and how could you say no to those chocolaty brown eyes?
Stupid.
You used the side of your body to push open the front door, your arms full of shopping bags.
"Tony! I'm back!" you called out. You padded into the kitchen and set the bags on the table when a sound caught your ear. It sounded like a moan... a feminine moan. Was Tony watching porn in your room? You could hear a springing sound, like bed springs being used. You gulped back a breath at how real the sounds were.
You cautiously shuffled down the hall to your bedroom, and upon pressing your ear to the door, you thought there was no way those moans were coming from a TV. Not when they were that loud and that realistic, and not when they were in the form of Tony's name.
You ripped the door open, not sure if you were more hurt, surprised, or disgusted. Tony lay naked beneath a busty blonde who showed no shame in being caught. You mused that she might be a porn star, though big name or independent was debatable.
"Tony?" you whispered brokenly.
"Oh, hey, (y/n)," he replied casually as though you weren't his girlfriend who just ran to the store to buy ingredients to cook dinner for him.
"'Hey'?" you repeated. "Is that all you can say? I think you have some explaining to do!"
"Oh," he replied. "This is Sasha. Could you close the door? We're kind of busy."
Tears welled up in your eyes and streamed down your face as you screamed for him to get the hell out. Your voice became hoarse from yelling at him and the slutty blonde on top of him. As soon as he left, you collapsed to the floor in a sobbing mess, your head in your hands and your heart screaming out.

When you first began dating Tony, you met the Avengers, purely for his own pride and ego. You hit it off with Thor, finding the god to be entertaining and enjoyable company. The other Avengers were teaching the blond about modern Midgardian technology, such as cell phones. He wasn't particularly skilled, but he knew how to make and answer calls.
As you sat on the couch with a half-empty pint of ice cream on your lap, you reached for your cell phone. Not a single call or message from Tony. Not one fake apology or any notice that he accepted the breakup. Pushing out a few more tears, you scrolled through your contacts until you found Thor and pressed "Call."
"Lady (y/n)?" he greeted with the help of caller ID.
"Thor," you greeted brokenly, your voice cracking and still scratchy from all the screaming.
"What is it?" he asked, immediately serious. You had grown rather close in the time you'd known him, and you knew he'd be there for you.
"Tony... we broke up..." you managed with a sniffle.
"I will be right there," he promised before he hung up.

He was there in just a few minutes. He had all of his godly powers, so he used Mjolnir to fly directly to your apartment. He knocked at the door politely, his heart breaking when you opened it. Immediately he wrapped you in a hug, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back to the couch.
"You and Stark seemed happy," he stated, confused. "What happened?"
"He cheated on me," you replied numbly. The tears on your face were dry, and you'd spent so many hours crying that you were just tired.
"How dare he!" he exclaimed, holding you close. You curled into his chest, burying your face in his shoulder. One hand rested on your back while the other cradled the back of your head.
"You always have me," he promised.
An idea came to mind. "Do you know what I want to do now?"
He tilted his head, silently urging you to continue.
You realized that Tony hadn't made any public acceptance of your breakup, so as far as New York was concerned, you were still Stark's girlfriend.
You looked up at the god seriously. "I want to destroy his image."

The next day, you dressed in your sexiest party dress that hugged your curves and amplified your cleavage, revealing your lean legs and currently covered feet. It was tastefully sexy, falling to your knees and flowing softly from the waist down. It was a nice party dress if it wasn't too chilly outside, and it got you the attention you wanted if you were feeling vindictive – such as today.
Lacing your fingers with Thor's as though you were a happy couple, you headed to the home base of the city's largest tabloid. You had called in with an anonymous tip that Tony's leading lady had other obligations, and since the city believed Tony was in a happy, committed relationship, they were eager to hear the news. The receptionist grinned as she let the reporters and photographers know of your arrival, and you only had to wait a few moments before cameras and microphones came flooding in.
"Miss (l/n)!" they yelled. "Miss (l/n)! We were under the impression that you and Tony Stark were an item."
You plastered on a smile. "He likes to give that impression, doesn't he?"
"Is this your new man, Miss (l/n)?" one female asked, eyeing Thor up and down. You looked up at him and he caught the hint, pulling you closer by your hips.
You rested a hand on his chest. "Yes, it is."
"Isn't that Thor, the mysterious alien?" another asked.
"He's a god," you corrected.
"Let's see a kiss!" a male cameraman shouted.
You looked up at Thor who simply smiled down at you. His hands tightened on your hips and you wondered if he was simply playing along or really getting into it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your height, crashing your lips to his. Wolf whistles and cat calls sounded from everywhere in the building, and little did you know the feed was live.

Tony had just switched on the TV, lounging on the couch with a stray brunette on his lap. He flicked through the channels with a bored expression until a flash of familiar (h/c) hair caught his eye. He realized it was a news channel and left it there, much to the displeasure of the brunette sitting with him.
"Is this your new man, Miss (l/n)?"
He watched as you slid your hand up the god's chest. "Yes, it is."
His teeth clenched as he stood abruptly, dropping the brunette to the floor. She looked up at him, her jaw dropped in offense, but he wasn't paying attention. How dare you go on live TV and pretend to be dating that idiot? You were supposed to be his.
He took the keys to his favorite muscle car and headed straight for the news building.

You were kissing the blond once more when Tony arrived. He let out a yell and pried the two of you apart.
"Mr. Stark!" the reporters cried.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, glaring at you.
"None of your business," you replied. "I'm here with Thor."
"Why?" he continued. "You're my girlfriend, (y/n). You can't go around making out with other guys."
"That's rich," you replied with a laugh. "So I can't kiss Thor, but you can sleep with every groupie you meet and that's okay?"
"It was a onetime thing," he stated as though you should have known.
"So were we," you shrugged. "Now I'm done with you."
He continued trying to talk to you, but you grabbed Thor's hand and turned to head out of the building.
"(y/n), please," Tony said softly, brokenly. He reached for your hand, causing you to turn around. He gave you his best sad eyes, adding a slight pout to his lips.
Awws could be heard through the news room.
"What?" you replied emotionlessly. "What could you possibly want now, Tony?"
"I want you back," he answered softly.
"She's with me now," Thor answered for you. You were grateful for the blond and this whole stunt – you weren't sure you'd have been able to deny the playboy without help.
"Yeah," you agreed. "I'm with him now."
With that, you took the blond's hand once more and left.

He flew the both of you back to your apartment, and you invited him in. He had grown quite fond of coffee and pancakes during his time on Earth, so to thank him you began brewing a new pot and got out a mixing bowl for the pancake batter. Once the scent of coffee hit his nose, he was on his feet, wrapping you up in a hug. You let out a giggle and wriggled out of his grip, turning your attention back to the now heated frying pan and bowl of soon-to-be cooked batter. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he recognized the smell of pancakes and pressed a kiss to your temple. You tried to hide your blush by ducking your head as he headed back to the living room.
You carried a plate of four pancakes for him in one hand and a plate with two for yourself in the other. He knew where all the toppings were, so you relaxed into your soft couch and began eating while he dug out the maple syrup.
Satisfied with your now full belly, you set your empty plate on the coffee table while he padded back into the kitchen for seconds. You chuckled at his appetite, wondering if you'd have to make more pancakes. You wouldn't mind doing so – Thor had always appreciated your cooking.
After finishing his second plate, he set it atop yours and leaned back against the couch. You snuggled into his side without thinking about it, having gotten used to his loving touch when you were in front of the cameras. He didn't seem to mind as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your head rested on his shoulder, listening to his thudding heartbeat.
"Thanks for today," you whispered as he played with your hair. "I don't know how I would have gotten through the breakup without you."
He smiled softly. "It was my pleasure. Stark deserved worse for hurting you."
You looked up at him, really looking at him. His sky blue eyes sparkled with love and adoration as he smiled back at you. Before you could stop yourself you were leaning in, your eyes sliding closed. He must have thought the same thing since his hand tightened on your hip and he leaned down to meet you. Sparks flew when your lips brushed against his. This was nothing like kissing Tony. With Tony it had been all tongue and hands and possession. Thor was loving and surprisingly gentle, giving you every opportunity to pull away, not that you would. The hand in your hair slid down to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles just beneath your eye. The kiss was slow and sensual, making you wrap your arms around his neck and let out a soft sigh. He pecked your lips once more before pulling away and smiling at you.
"(Lady (y/n)... I've been in love with you for a long time," he admitted.
"I think I love you too," you replied.
"We don't have to move very fast," he stated, his hand returning to your hair and carding his fingers through it. You leaned into the touch and closed your eyes. "I understand you have just been through a break up. We can move slow."
"I did just go through a breakup... But I didn't love him. I loved being with him and I thought he loved me... But I want to be with you, if you'll have me." You looked up at him with slightly worried eyes. You hoped he didn't think you were jumping in, having just lost a relationship.
He leaned in to claim your lips again, using the hand in your hair to hold you close. He smiled against your lips. "I would be honored."