Avengers Preferences

"How You Meet" Part. 2

(f/pt/f = favorite pop tart flavor)

(l/n = last name)

~THOR ODINSON~

You hastily walked into the grocery store with only one thing in your mind - get the pop tarts. You had run out just that morning and your mission was to restock as soon as possible so there would be no panic and/or disappointment when you next wanted to eat them. Pushing your cart through the isles, your eyes darted across the shelves erratically, searching for one flavor in particular that you craved hungrily.

Turning the corner and entering yet another isle, your eyes graced upon the sugary snack. A smile painted at your lips for just a second before it dropped to a frown as you realised that there was only one box left of f/pt/f. You needed to get to it before anyone else could.

You rushed forward with nothing but the pop tarts in your mind, your hand reaching out and grasping the blue box. Relief flushed through your body as your fingertips graced the cardboard, only to be interrupted by another (much larger) hand lodging itself between you and your craving, snatching the box off the shelf and further away from your grasp.

The man turned to look at you with worried eyes, the beautiful blue embedded with curiosity and concern. "I'm sorry, Fair Maiden, but there appears to be just one left." He observed, returning your stare and looking back at you intently.

Your own eyes searched him, taking in his handsome features. He had a sharp jaw that was covered with short blonde stubble, matching his shoulder length blonde hair that looked silkier than you could ever make your own hair look. He wore a small smile, showing off perfectly aligned teeth that shone in the store's cheap lights.

You gulped nervously. "Oh- That's fine..." You smiled, "you can have it." You offered, despite you secretly wanting them.

"No, of course not." He objected immediately, his voice firm and authoritative. "It would be rude of me to take food from a maiden as beautiful as yourself." He complimented, his grin widening and influencing you to wear one of your own. You let out a little unprecedented laugh, your cheeks dusting with pretty pink.

You cleared your throat. "W-Why- Why don't we share it?" You struggled to form words but as you got used to his presence, you found yourself formulating full sentences.

"What a grand suggestion!" He boomed, his loud volume taking you by surprise. His stance expanded as he stretched his limbs, further emphasising his excitement to your proposal. "May I ask what your name is, My Lady?" He asked politely, bending down to your level and seemingly analysing your face.

"Oh- I'm Y/n." You introduced, offering a hand nicely. "and yours is?"

A handsome smile formed at his lips as he grasped your hand and pressed a soft kiss against the skin. Your eyes widened in shock at the action but did nothing to stop it.

"I am Thor," He declared proudly. "God of Thunder."

~LOKI LAUFEYSON~

Your fingers ran across the various spines of books on the shelves, searching for a particular book. Your mind was not focused on the world around you, but on the stories that your fingers pressed across. Every time your eyes spotted a certain title, you were instantly transported to the plot for just a few seconds, bringing back memories and reminders of your journey through the stories that you had read previously.

This sequence stopped once you found what you were looking for. You hooked a finger across the dip of the cover and tipped it out of its assigned slot. You pulled it out swiftly without having to maneuver any neighbouring books in the process.