Avengers Imagines

I Don't Care- Thor Part Two

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Despite your reluctance to help the Lord of Thunder, watching his ass get kicked by his teammate resulted in some pity for him. Watching from the sidelines during the fight, he was pretty impressive when he wasn't losing. But when it came down to it, even a demi-god couldn't defeat a massive, winning obsessed champion. As the stadium lackeys sloppily carried him out of the arena, you tried to ignore the pull you had toward the unconscious demi-god. 

"Are you aware that you're staring?" a chipper voice asked. You glanced over to see a blue, rocky smile and Korg's knowing look.

"Yeah, I know... I mean he's not- He got his ass kicked, I'm just- Oh shut up..." You shook your head as you stalked away from the arena's edge. 

"You should go see him, make sure he's alright," Korg added, and you spun around on your heel. 

"I should? Really?" Your brows raised defensively. 

"Yeah," he grinned, "if he's a god he should be able to get my next revolution up and running." Your arms crossed and his expression turned more hopeful. "Please?" You stubbornly pursed your lips and at least wanted to give it a moment before giving him the satisfaction. Then, you heard your own footsteps walking away from the blue giant. 

Now, you wandered (as stealthily as you could) through the brightly lit halls towards the infirmary. In the time you'd been there, you had gotten in the guards' good graces as much as you could, and done what you could to scope out the place. With your limited knowledge of the building's layout, you tiptoed through the hallways that all looked alike, thinking about the person you were trying to find. Sure there were fighters before him, adamant on getting the hell off Sakaar, but Thor showed actual promise in doing so. He didn't beat the champion, but he sure was a contender. He may have even won that fight if he didn't have the electrical implant in his neck.

A jarring scream, or set of screams, echoed down the hall and shook you out of your thoughts. The four nurses ran past you, shocked enough to not even notice you. If you weren't curious already, you now had enough reason. 

You quietly padded down the hall and to the doorway, instantly seeing the Lord of Thunder groggily standing up. His shirtless form gave you a view of his bruise splattered figure. Your eyes raked over his exposed frame, and it didn't take long to be looking at what wasn't bruised. Stepping into what had to have been the champion's chambers, you saw the main occupant of the room out of the corner of your eye. 

His booming voice yelled a "Hey!" in your direction, pointed a green finger at you, and pulled Thor's attention to you.

"Hey," he echoed, sounding more confused than startled. You put your hands up instinctually, to show you weren't there to do more harm. He didn't quite have a reason to trust you yet. "What are you doing here?" He winced after asking and clutched his injured side. 

"You should sit down, you took quite an ass-beating." Your footsteps made almost no sound, knowing you were walking on eggshells already. Though he tried to hide it, you knew he was in pain. He held onto his skeptical look, but still took your advice.

"Now you're worried for my health? And that wasn't an answer..." he grumbled before glancing down at his wounds. Your hands dropped to your sides as you reached a foot radius of the demigod. Eyes locked on a gash in his side, you let out a sigh. 

"Yeah, I am..." Hesitantly, you met his eyes for permission to help. He nodded, though still had his brows furrowed in confusion. 

You pulled a bandage up from the table, most likely abandoned by the nurses earlier, and delicately pressed it to the gash. He trapped the breath in his lungs, audibly so, and tried to conceal his pain. 

"Why are you helping me? How'd you even get here?" he asked, seeming to be getting almost frustrated at not knowing why you were dismissive of him one minute, and worried about him the next. 

You decided to answer him honestly. "I might've known something, that probably could've helped you in the ring..." You stared at the blood soaked bandage, partially afraid to meet his eyes, partially waiting for the blood to clot. Curiosity pulled your eyes to his for a split second, seeing his suspense. "I knew the champion was The Hulk."

"What?" he moved away from your hands at the news, and a drop of blood rolled down his stomach. 

"Look, I'm sorry but I, didn't have any reason to tell you... And you're still bleeding," you pointed, to his side, and he relaxed slightly. Slightly. You moved toward his injury again, and he allowed you to resume. You took the opportunity of being up close to inspect for further injuries. When your eyes found none, you circled back to the problem on hand. "I'm here because I want to know your plan," you calmly said, however your voice showed your begrudged feelings towards the matter. Your peripheral vision caught Thor's expression lighten.

"Now you'd like to know?" There was a hint of a smirk on his otherwise desperate features. A sigh let him know you weren't in the mood for taunting, as your hands left his side anyway since the wound had stopped bleeding. 

"Just...tell me if you had something in mind." Your hands found your hips as he found his armor to cover himself. To your dismay...

"As a matter of fact, I do," he smiled, crossing his arms smugly. After a considerable stare down with you, he spun on his heel. "Hulk," the champion grunted in return. "How'd you get to this planet?"

"Quinjet," he grumbled, before oh so accurately demonstrating how a plane crashes in the water he was stewing in. 

"Right, yes, where is the quinjet now?" Thor asked, and Hulk pointed. Thor followed the point excitedly, practically skipping toward the window to see what he needed to. "Aha! That, my friend, is how we get out of here. All of us." Thor pointed as well, though you didn't need to inspect it for yourself. 

"Airspace isn't ignored. The Grandmaster knows what happens on his planet, there's no way you could discreetly get through a portal as a fugitive with his champion. Plus, I doubt a man made ship could make it back to Asgard unscathed." Thor let out a short sigh while you poked holes in his plan, but his face lit up as he stare out the window. 

"Then we get another ship. One from here that can withstand that long of a distance." You quirked your eyebrow up at that. 

"That I may be able to help with..."

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Hey guys, again, sorry it's been so long. I'm so thankful for the people who stick around with me through my dry spells and continue to read my stuff! And I may do a part three to this? (first part three ever, woohoo!) but maybe not. Also, announcement, starting February 4th, I'm going to be doing an imagine for one character a week up until Infinity War! It's partially to get me to update, and partially to celebrate the movie that's gonna be hella good. Anyway, thanks for reading! Vote, comment, and request!