And Then I Wrote Marvel

Proud to Be Embarrassing (Thor x Reader)

It's been a hot second, hasn't it?

From: Student Senate

Hey, parents!

We're showing appreciation for our phenomenal staff here by letting them take chaperoning off for the Sweethearts dance. We do need adult chaperones, however, and we ask that 15-20 parents step up to help us out. Just shoot us an e-mail if you're interested!

Thanks so much,
Student Senate

"Honey!" you called out. You got three simultaneous responses, only one of which being the one you wanted.

"Yes, darling?" your husband responded.

"Yeah?" your older daughter called back.

"What?" your younger daughter shouted irritatedly.

"Husband!" you clarified. "Your presence is required urgently."

After a few seconds, he lumbered into the room with a book closed around one finger and his reading glasses resting low on his nose. "Sometimes, I wonder if you copy my speech patterns because you've been around me for too long or if you're simply making fun of me," he remarked, taking a seat next to you on the couch. Leaning close to you, he took off his glasses and set them on the armrest. "Care to enlighten me?"

"Thor, why would I make fun of you?" you asked flirtatiously. "It couldn't be because of that cute little sigh you make when you finally realize that someone's been teasing you."

A sigh identical to the one you had described escaped his lips. "I suppose that's fair," he admitted. "What was it that you wanted to talk with me about?"

"The Student Senate at the high school sent me an email asking for parents to chaperone at the Sweetheart's dance," you answered, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I was thinking that we could embarrass Catherine and Kinsley a little bit."

"I'm all for embarrassing our daughters, but you'll have to explain how we're doing that."

"We just have to go to the dance that Cath asked her boyfriend to go to with her yesterday and make sure that none of the other students do anything naughty. That's what chaperoning is," you said. Your smirk grew wider. "And while we do that, there will be plenty of time to thoroughly embarrass our children."

"Oh, by all the Asgardians hold holy, you have to be kidding me," Kinsley, your younger daughter, whispered loudly from her bedroom, horrified. "Cath, they're plotting our murders."

"They are not. They just want to have some fun," Catherine responded.

"Have you ever heard of death by embarrassment?"

"You're fine. Stop complaining."

"I wonder if Loki and Anna are planning on doing this, too," you shouted over your arguing daughters. "I bet that Senate would be overjoyed to have two Asgardians at their dance."

"Do we want to put up with that, though? We cannot properly carry out our purpose as parents if we are surrounded by fans," Thor pointed out.

"Sure we can!" you exclaimed. "We just tell everyone the stories that Kinsley doesn't want us to tell."

"Mom! Oh my gosh!"

You and your husband chuckled to yourselves. "I love you, Kinsley!" you called to her.

"It doesn't seem like it!"