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First Christmas (What About My Ears? Part 2) (Thor x elf!Reader)

"So, Prince Thor, explain to me this 'Christmas' again," you requested. "I still don't really understand this Midgardian tradition. There's nothing like it on Alfheim." You had been on Midgard for about eight months now, and this was your first time experiencing Christmas. Thor had brought you to celebrate with his friends, the Avengers. You were discussing the subject over breakfast.

"As I have told you many times, (Y/N), I am not the prince of anything anymore. I've given up any claim that I have to Asgard's throne," he insisted. He took another sip of his coffee. You had tried the stuff, but found it too bitter for your liking.

"It is a habit that will not go away. Now, please, what exactly is Christmas?"

"It's a time where everyone comes together to be of good cheer and exchange gifts with one another," he began. "Everyone is able to put aside their contentions for a few days, if not forever. It is a truly magical day in its own right."

"If this is what you say it is, then I am very excited to participate in this with you and your friends. I'm afraid that I don't have anything for them, but I do not expect them to have anything for me, either," you shrugged.

"They do not even know that you're coming, my dear," Thor smiled. "And do not worry about gifts. I have that under control."

"What do you mean about that?"

"You will see, come the 25th. Until then, you will just have to wait," he teased you.

"You must know--I was the impatient child, growing up in Alfheim. I brought much shame to my family with my restlessness."

"Patience is a virtue; you will have to learn that sooner or later in life, and in my experience, sooner is better than later," he counseled.

"If you say so, love. I will do my best to wait...patiently...until the 25th of December," you promised. "It is only three days away, after all."
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Time passed more quickly than you would have thought. The girls, Wanda, Natasha, and Maria, had taken you shopping later that day. As it had turned out, they had drawn names out of a hat, or rather, Steve's helmet, for exchanging gifts the previous night, and so they were as giftless as you were. They looked for things for their people, and you looked for something for Thor, since you weren't part of their gift exchange.

It was surprising to you that they actually seemed to enjoy your company. They said that they liked your "spunk" and your "sass", whatever that meant. Not many people, besides Thor, had met you and liked you immediately. Maybe people were simply less judgmental in Midgard than in Alfheim.

You saw many things that Thor may have appreciated, but none that were really perfect for him. You decided on something that you could make with your bare hands. Elves were known for their considerable skill in crafting things, from weaponry to jewelry. You settled to buy a few rolls of leather cord, wire, and a couple of packages of glass beads.

Christmas Eve seemed to be almost as big a deal as Christmas itself. Everyone helped to cook dinner, and everyone sat down and ate it together. You were all talkative, loudly enjoying each other's presence. There was teasing about romance going around the table, you and Thor receiving most of it. You did your best to remain calm, but were flustered by the amount of attention directed at you. Thor was used to it, having been the center of attention for most of his life.

As dinner wrapped up, everything seemed slower. Time crawled by, but the air of contentedness persisted. After eating so much, people were tired and sluggish, but still garrulous. You leaned against Thor on one of the couches, and the both of you drifted off.

You woke suddenly in the middle of the night in a panic; you hadn't yet finished Thor's present. You had started it, but you had planned on taking a few hours to finish it before heading to bed. You looked at the clock, gauging how much time you would have to complete it, and were dissatisfied.