sporadic | avengers

TWENTY / when thor had a date

"i am past due!"

"due for what? are you in labor?" tony hollered back.

"labor? no, stark, i am not birth-giving!" thor poured out of his door, tucking his button down shirt into his pants. he pulled boots on, one at a time, and stood at his full height to see stark making himself a cup of coffee.

"what are you due for, then?" tony's voice dropped to less than a yell.

"i have a get-together with a lady friend."

"a date?"

"you call lady friends 'date' ?"

"no, the get-together is a date," tony stated and sipped his coffee.

"then yes, i have a date," thor shrugged, substituting the human word for his phrase. tony spat his coffee onto thor's shirtfront.

thor's brows rose in anger.

"i'm late for my date!" he screamed at tony and turned back into his room to change his shirt. he came out, a new button down tucked into his pants.

thor tied his locks into a bun as he disappeared into the elevator.

•••

the lady friend was sitting patiently at a table. the coffee was long past cold from the outside air she was in.

then her date came into view.

he awkwardly sat into his chair, which he was too large and muscular for, and introduced himself: "i am thor ordinson, god of asgard."

the lady looked at him blankly.

a god for sure.

"i'm jane foster. it's nice to meet you, thor. may i ask why you're late?"

"tony stark spilled coffee on me."

"the billionaire?" she asked, ordering fresh coffee for them. thor nodded. "how do you know him?"

"it is a rather long story, jane foster."

"i've got time."