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thor

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Thor is an anomaly.

Some expect him to be dim witted, a man lost in the wonders of Earth. He surprises them, revealing snippets of his home, making Earth look like a prehistoric garbage dumb, as Tony says.

Some find him intimidating and fierce, a man who creates a path of violence. He proves them wrong with how generous and compassionate he really is; gentle giant than instead of a warmonger.

To you, he's just your boyfriend that enjoys watching sitcoms, loves cuddling, and revels in taking you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner--- his love for you and food have no bounds. He's silly and loveable, yet protective and adept when he needs to be.

Despite being the God of Thunder, practically an alien, and a man from legends, he's prone to flaws. Just like you, and every other Midgardian.

Thor's biggest flaw is that he's opposed to blankets, quilts, duvets --- you name it, and he has it thrown.

You've had talks with him about it, even tried to buy extra blankets for those chilly nights so you'd be spared. But Thor doesn't like the wall of blankets between you and him, because then he can't hold you. So that didn't work.

It wasn't that he was taking the blankets in his sleep. He's a large man, who when he turns and stretches, and kicks the blanket away, it gets pulled off you, and somehow ends up into a ball on his side of the bed. Even being in his arms isn't warm enough to ward of the really icy nights.

Throw in a surprise trip to a beautiful ski lodge, and you're practically freezing.

"Thor," you say into the darkness. He does not stir, instead his snores grow louder. Your hands intertwine with his and slowly try to pry them off your waist. "Honey."

At this there's a rumble in his chest, and he slowly picks his head off the pillow. "Hmph? What's wrong?"

His voice echoes his tiredness and you almost feel bad for what you're about to say, but the fridgid cold in your cheers you on. "I think, for tonight, we should sleep in separate beds."

A few seconds tick on by as you hold your breath in anticipation for is answer.

"I don't understand," he says, his voice a bit clearer now. "Why?"

"Because I am quite literally freezing," you reply as a shiver runs through your body. One thing you envied about Thor was that he hardly felt cold. Earth's tempered weather was nothing to him. "And you've kicked off all the blankets. Again."

"I can wrap you up in them," he pleads. His arm tightens around your waist and he nuzzles his face into the nape of your neck. "I promise I won't shift them."

You knew that would never happen. Multiple times in many cold nights you've draped yourself back into the heavy blankets, only for him become entangled in it like a fly in a spider web, and then flings it off the bed.

"I'm sorry, but--but," you stammer out, the words feeling too heavy to say, "I'm banishing you from this bed. You can share with Steve, he doesn't feel cold."

"You can't banish me! This is my bed too!" he whines, sitting up quickly to fix you with a sad glare. "And I can't sleep unless you're beside me. I want to hold you, not Steve."

Free from his embrace, although missing it, you clamber out of bed and run towards the heavy blankets on the floor. Wrapping yourself up in it, you pitifully glance at him. "And I can't sleep if I'm freezing to death."

He sits up fully and runs a hand through his tousled hair. The moonlight seeping into the room is enough for you to notice the pout on his face.

"What if... I wrap you up in the blanket? With pillows, too?" he asks hopefully. "That'll work?"

"You like physical contact, remember?" His proposed plan had been tried and tested, until he grew sad because he couldn't hold you close to his chest. "This is for the best. Just for tonight, until we can ask for a room with better heating."

"I have an idea," he says as he jumps out of bed. Throwing on a shirt over his boxers, he runs out of the room. You can hear him pounding on someone's door, and there's a gruff what that follows. Then Thor is barreling back into the room, a proud smile on his face. "I've got us a room with better heating."

Clint shuffles into the room behind Thor, a trail of multiple blankets that he's encased in follows. He's wearing his it's too early to be up frown, but he still forces a grin at you. "Mornin'."

"Barton has given us his room," Thor declares, hands on his hips, looking proud of himself. He shuffles over to you and hoists you up, bids Clint goodnight, and then barrels out the room into Clint's.

You can't complain. Clint's room has a working heater, and Thor cranks it all the way up so the thought of blankets makes you sweat.

Soon enough, Thor's fast asleep, his heavy limbs entangled with yours and holding you close. You sigh sleepily, thankful to have him in your life.