Avengers Imagines

Thor

Colds are awful. Any kind of virus is awful. You'd take being shot over a simple cold any day.

Maybe that was an exaggeration, but you had the right to exaggerate because you were sick. And alone. The others all left earlier in the day, telling you to feel better. As if it were your choice.

You were bored, and you felt gross, and you were hungry. So with a sigh, you tossed your covers aside and dragged yourself out of bed. You walked out of your room only to run into a wall.

Only, it wasn't a wall. You could tell because walls don't have arms, and whatever, or whoever, you ran into wrapped their arms around your waist to keep you from falling. You looked up to see Thor, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

"Oh, hi Thor." You coughed, turning your head and covering your mouth as you fell into another fit of coughs.

"Lady (y/n), are you alright?" He asked.

You nodded. "Just sick, I'll be okay soon."

"Where were you going?"

"The kitchen, I'm hungry."

Next thing you knew you were back in bed, Thor had carried you and was already tucking you back in the covers.

"Thor, stop, what are you doing?" You whined.

"I'm going to take care of you." He flashed you a grin.

You couldn't help but smile at that. "You don't have to do that."

"But I want to." He told you. He left for a minute and came back with a pack of poptarts (he kept them in everyone's kitchens, in case of poptart related emergencies) and a glass a water.

He sat the glass of water on your nightstand and handed you the poptarts and you opened them with a weak 'thank you' that ended in another round of coughing.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked. If you weren't occupied being sick, you would've blushed at all the attention he was giving you.

"No thank you, Thor." You handed him the second poptart. "You can have it, I'm not too hungry anymore."

He grinned and finished it quickly. You giggled at him and settled back under the covers, finally feeling like you could get some sleep. You were surprised to feel the mattress dip and Thor pull you close, so your back was pressed against his chest.

"Thor...?"

"I'm keeping you warm."

"You'll get sick."

"I don't get sick."

You nodded slowly, already starting to fall asleep. "Thank you Thor."

"Sleep well, (y/n)."