Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Fall For You

Fall For You

Request for Christie

A/N: Co-written by The Silver Iris.

I love how you can repeat yourself a hundred times and some people still don't hear a single damn word.

Thor is kind of OOC for some of it, acting more like he did at the beginning of the first movie when he was new to Earth and didn't trust anyone.

"Maybe where Thor has trouble fitting into society so y/n helps him adapt, but Thor doesn't like y/n. But after he's spent time with her he realizes hes in love."

"You dare challenge me?" Thor bellowed, raising Mjolnir above the ferocious beast.
"Thor, for the thousandth time, the toaster wants nothing to do with you!" Tony yelled. Thor reluctantly lowered his weapon.
"Look, big guy," Tony began. "As far as I'm concerned, you're really not doing so hot adjusting to this society. You've made it a point to challenge every electronic device in here that makes noise."
"Why shouldn't I defend myself if I feel threatened?" Thor argued.
"My point is; you're practically hopeless. So, I got one of my dear friends to help out!" he said with weak jazz hands. "She'll just be around you for a couple weeks, and help you understand stuff better."
"I do not need help from some Midgardian," the god protested.
"Maybe not, but she'll be here soon. Please, be nice to her."

Thor grumbled away, taking a bite of his Poptart, but all too soon, there was a ring at the doorbell.
Thor opened it to find a beautiful woman behind the door.
"Are you (Y/N)?" he asked.
"Yes, that would be me," you confirmed.
"I don't need you here," Thor mumbled, walking away.
You followed him inside and mumbled, "Great start, (y/n)."

Day One did not go very well.

Thor spent the entire day yelling at various electronics, and you were very glad that you were using a floor of Stark Tower for your tutoring session rather than the valuables in your own apartment. Every time you tried to intervene, the god would yell at you. Initially, you were frightened by his booming voice and raised hammer, but you eventually got tired of his hit-first response and stood up to him, and that threw him off guard.

By the end of the first day, you felt less like a friendly therapist and more like an underpaid daycare manager. The kitchen was in shambles, thanks to the blond brute throwing everything in sight against the wall, effectively smashing several holes into the plaster. Tony hadn't been kidding when he warned you that Thor had something against Midgardian technology. Any piece of metal with a power cord that dared to make noise or blink a light at him was beaten relentlessly. You were simply glad that none of it belonged to you, and you therefore didn't have to pay for the damages.

A week later, his attitude hadn't improved. You were convinced he hated you by the way he would groan dramatically every time you came around. You had gotten used to his childish antics and remained annoyingly calm, letting him throw all the tantrums he wanted.

"Look," you said one day as he sat on the couch, sulking at having nothing left to destroy. "I don't like this any more than you do. I didn't sign up to be the Asgardian babysitter. But Tony's my friend and he asked for my help. The team likes having you around, but in order to stay on Earth, you have to try and adapt to society. I know you don't understand a lot about us mortals – that's why I'm here. You can hate me all you want, but I'm not going anywhere until I see results."