A Compilation of Marvel

When it Rains ThorxReader

“Thor?” You wring your hands together, shifting from foot to foot from your place in the doorway of the gym.

He looks up from what he’s doing and looks you over. He takes in your red rimmed eyes, your saggy, oversized clothes and the state of disarray that your hair is in. Concern darkens his features and he immediately replaces the dumbbells on the rack before swiftly crossing the floor and pulling you against his chest. He gently combs through your hair before pulling away and cupping your face in his large hands. You don’t meet his eyes, preoccupied by the thoughts crashing around inside your head, and his brow furrows.

“(Y/N), are you alright?”

You stare pointedly at the floor momentarily before dragging your gaze up to meet his. Your brow knits together and a single tear slides down your cheek. You rub away the tear with the heel of your hand and shake your head no. He sighs softly, more saddened that you are so reserved in telling him about your struggles than anything else.

He carefully scoops you up in his arms and makes a beeline for the stairs. You let your head fall against his chest and he hold you tighter to him. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and slowly pushes open the door of his bedroom.

Thor sits with his back against the headboard of his bed. He carefully positions you in his lap so that you’re propped up against his chest. He wraps a blanket around the both of you, and circles his arms around you. You slowly allow your body to relax against his and your eyes close, blocking out the soft light in the room.

Thor has never asked you about your anxiety attacks. He’s never really talked about it with you at all. You don’t know how, but he always seems to know what you need when you’re having an attack. The first time you were struggling he had immediately wrapped you up in his arms on the couch and wouldn’t leave you until he was certain that there was no chance of you having another attack that day. He held you and rocked you back and forth, softly humming songs that you don’t recognize that are more soothing than the one’s you do.

Thor gently combs his hand through your hair, careful about getting his fingers caught in the tangles. He works the knots out and continues on with another section. You let out a shuddering breath and Thor gently wipes away the tears that have rolled down your cheeks with his thumbs. You cover one of his hands with yours and lean into the touch, not trusting yourself to open your eyes, knowing that you’d start sobbing if you did.

“I know that you feel as if you must be in control all the time,” Thor says, his voice quiet. “You exhaust yourself trying to contain everything you feel to the point of breaking down. You hold everything in, forgetting that you are allowed to be weak, to feel your emotions as naturally as anyone else would.”

Your shoulders begin to shake and tears roll down your face as his words sink in. Pressing your forehead to Thor’s chest, a broken sob escapes your throat before turning into a shuddering breath. Thor wraps you in his arms, rocking the two of you from side to side.

“You can’t keep holding everything in.” He whispers. “I have held my tongue this long, but I cannot stand by and watch as you break yourself down. I won’t.” He shakes his head and you feel the shaky breath he takes before continuing. “You are important to me, (Y/N). I want to help you in any way that I can. I know that I cannot protect you from yourself, but I would like you to trust me to help you through your trials.”

“I-I’m sorry,” You stammer out. “Thor-”

“Hush,” He tips your chin up and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for. Never apologize for what you feel.”

You nod, eyes squeezed shut, and lean up to press your forehead to his. He sighs softly, a small smile fixing itself on his face. You carefully cradle his bearded jaw in your hands, allowing him to become the one thing your attention is fixed on.

Thor wraps one arm around your middle and slowly rolls the two of you onto your sides so that you’re facing one another on the bed. He adjusts the blanket so that it covers the both of you before he starts combing his fingers through your hair once again.

You yawn shakily, your breath still uneven from crying, and drape one arm over Thor’s waist, curling into his chest. You can feel a contented hum rumble through Thor’s chest and it brings a small smile to your face.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Think nothing of it, (Y/N).”

Thor holds you close, softly humming a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he couldn’t sleep as a child. You sigh quietly, relaxing fully against Thor’s body. You can hear the soft patter of rain in the distance and, for the first time in a while, everything feels like it could be alright.