Imagines [Book Two]

Marvel [Thor X Reader]

Imagine Thor becoming so smitten with you. You're not aware of his affections until a blind date goes awry and when the God of Thunder loses his temper there's really only one thing to do. Kiss him to distract him.

Being a lowly coffee gopher for a few Scientists belonging to Stark's little horde of smarty-pants wasn't exactly your dream job, but it paid well for something that any pre-teen was capable of doing. And at your age, easy money was easy money and you were not about to pass it up.

One of the perks at working in the Tower was meeting the Avengers. You had met them here and there when you were on the clock, but never really struck up any friendships with them. However, the day you were making some lunch in the communal kitchen, while also browsing your tumblr blog, attracts one Steve Rogers who asks one polite question after the other when seeing what you were scrolling through.

Then with Steve came Bucky and though the dark haired individual was all caught up with modern technology, he still needed some help with modern slang. When Tony and Natasha caught on to what you were doing for the super soldiers, they dropped off Thor one day and asked that you help him set up an Instagram page since the alien prince enjoyed sightseeing and taking pictures.

Spending time with Thor was a trip- the Norse God who looked all sorts of intimidating when he held his hammer in hand actually turning out to be a Labrador puppy in human form. It didn't take you long to realize that Thor actually knew his way around any and all technology, and that he just enjoyed trolling the others. So with that out of the way, the two of you were able to spend your time together getting to know one another when he wasn't busy with the hero stuff.

Sitting on the floor between Thor's parted legs, you happily let his fingers comb through your hair as he separates various strands in preparation of giving you a hair-do worthy of an Asgardian Princess. You have seen him sporting some braids every now and then, and he had offered to braid your hair for you whenever you wished.

While you're practically putty in Thor's hands, the door to your apartment swings open and then closed as Steve waltzes in as he owns the place. He shoots you a quick smile while making a beeline for your kitchen to scour your cabinets and Thor chuckles softly. The apartment door opens again, this time it permitting Natasha. She, too, heads straight for the kitchen.

"Uhh.." You utter. "Since when did my kitchen become public domain?"

"Since you're the only one who actually keeps food stocked in your cabinets," Natasha says without even batting an eye. "And Clint decided to experiment in the communal kitchen."

"It smells horrid," Steve supplies.

"You should feel honored," Thor rumbles from behind you, "that your friends think of you when such a problem arises."

"Oh, I am," you grin. Spotting Steve going for one cabinet in particular, you shout," Not so fast, Rogers. That's Thor's cabinet."

His hand freezes and he turns around with a pout. "Thor has his own cabinet?"