𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒.

𝘪𝘷. 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

he was utterly gorgeous.

as he came through the door, his eyes sparkled. this new stranger smiled at my team and his teeth shone. i could see his huge muscles ripple as he ran his hand through his long, golden hair. the man was tall— he practically towered over tony —and was well built.

this was strange; did he know the avengers?that technically make sense, considering he wore such strange clothes. like something out of this world.

clad in something that resembled armor, this man looked intimidating. there were sets of ornate sliver discs, dotting the chest plate. long scale-like sleeves surrounded his arms, running down to his hands. a red cape billowed over his shoulders, running down to his boots.

my eyes were drawn to a flash of silver in his hand. registering what the object was, i felt my eyes widen. does this dude carry around a hammer? no matter how strange it seemed, it was beautiful and incredibly well crafted. even from across the room it was obvious that whatever the purpose of that hammer was: it was a powerful work of art.

i could feel my cheeks heat as he seemed to notice my presence. i felt somewhat threatened by him but, goddamn, he was hot.

i knew getting involved with anyone was a bad idea, and that i should most definitely not go flirt with this man. but since when do i listen to myself? she's a dumbass, anyways.

i walked over to where all the avengers were chatting with the man. turning in my direction, steve said, "y/n, there is one avenger you haven't met yet."

he smiled at me, "hello, mortal. i am thor odinson."

"i'm y/n l/n, nice to meet you. by the way, odinson is a weird name. are you not from around here?"

okay, what the hell was that? at least we don't have to worry about seducing him; i can't flirt for shit. wait, he's not saying anything? maybe i shouldn't have said anything about his name. is he sensitive about that? this does not look like a man i want to anger.

"my father is odin, the king of asgard and the nine realms. therefore, i am the odinson and prince of the realm asgard."

oh, thank god. being a curious bitch didn't get me shunned. i flashed him a smile, "helpful. quick question, though. you're, what, a god?"

"i am, lady y/n."

okay, so maybe i was swooning. who the hell calls someone 'lady?' he's so respectful it's almost weird. they must be hella old-school in ass-gard. still, why must he be so pretty? i coughed abruptly to stop myself from giggling like a schoolgirl.

"you alright over there, l/n?" tony asked in response to my cough. clearly he was going for the tease.

i managed to stop my coughing fit, and glared, "i am quite alright, but don't call me by my last name. it's weird coming from you, old man."

everyone struggled to hold back their laughter at my snarky comments. people seemed to be on my side whenever i got picked on. who could blame them, really?

"what the— 'old man?' this is anarchy," tony replied, only to change the subject afterwards in an attempt to distract from my assault. "does everyone notice that i got a haircut?"

"i noticed, but, actually, i think the haircut is kinda weird. and so is the goatee," i said, tilting my head to the side as if i was inspecting his face.

he stared at me in shock, "how could anyone not like the goatee? i'll have you know this is top fashion at the moment."

clint nudged me in the side. "i don't like it either," he whisper-yelled.

"you, y/n, are an uncultured window-murderer," tony complained.

despite the fact that tony was joking, i paled at hearing my name and 'murderer' in the same sentence. damnit, i don't need this right now. and i especially don't need it in from of tall, blonde, and handsome over here.

"oh my god, i'm so hurt. you truly are the king of insults, old man," i said, threading sarcasm into every inch of my voice. please let them take this whole situation as a joke. i need them to laugh, and then drop it before i get too much of a reputation as a killer.

they don't need to know that i really am.

i held back a laugh as tony pouted. no matter how worried my thoughts were, i could never stop myself from enjoying the idiocy of tony stark. pepper patted him on shoulder as she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"wait, stark. why do you call y/n a window-murderer? she appears too beautiful to fit such a description," thor asked, while sneaking a look at me. my heart fluttered in my chest.

oh, shit. he's smooth without even trying. is eye-candy trying to kill me?

steve quickly filled thor in on what had happened, while everyone kept looking at me. tony and clint snickered, but stopped when i sent them a glare.

"well, i guess looks can be deceiving," i said, grinning.

please, dear god, mistake this for confidence.

thor's loud laugh filled the room, and i felt a smile tug at my lips. i had meant to fake it just to but everyone at ease, but this one felt genuine. guess blondie really brought it out of me. soon, everyone else was clutching their sides from laughter. even pepper seemed to think it was funny.

i stopped laughing.

a hard, burning feeling suddenly hit my chest. it felt right, like all the air was sucked out of room. my vision blurred, and my eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. there was pounding in my head, bringing on immeasurable pain. i felt my legs buckle from the intense feeling.

danger.

thor quickly caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me from collapsing completely. his face was filled with confusion and worry. apparently, no one had told him about my ability. "whatever is wrong, lady y/n?"

"thor, she can predict danger. she feels different amounts of pain based on how much of a threat the opposing force is. whatever she's reacting to, it's gotta be bad," natasha quickly explained.

another rush of pain came through me. i was shaking in thor's arms because of the extremity. i wasn't used to this bad of a reaction. while everyone was staring at me, extremely worried, steve suddenly perked his head up.

"guys... get down!" steve's tone started low and cautious, but by the time the last two words escaped his throat, he was shouting.

just like i had predicted, something terrible arrived— and he did it with a bang.