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Thor x Reader - More Than Words (part 1)

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       ‘For all the gods’ sake why I had to bump into Thor?’

       The elevator’s door closed silently and suddenly you felt very claustrophobic. Thor was six foot three and he was nine inches taller than you. That and his muscular built made you feel like a David standing in front of a Goliath. But unlike the biblical Goliath that one was hot as hell and his smile could make diamonds to melt.

       “_____?” he asked evidently surprised while his eyes were scanning you from head to toes.

       His gaze made you flush heavily. It was the first time he saw you in a different outfit than that you usually wore. Your closet was filled with jeans, t-shirts, some hoodies and pairs of sneakers. Spectacles with thick black rims you always wore and haphazardly tied hair completed the look of a stereotypical computer geek. Well, you were wearing S.H.I.E.L.D’s jumpsuits while you were in the field but they were never as tight as those worn by Natasha. Conclusion was clear, you looked totally unprepossessing.

       Now you just wanted to curl up and die. In your mind you were killing Fury in all the possible ways. If it hadn’t been for him, you would never be in that elevator with that demigod staring at you with his vibrant blue eyes. You gulped when he made a step forward. You were cursing yourself for the most stupid choice of an outfit you had ever made in your life. Even (color you hate) dress seemed to be better than clothes you had put on now.

       “Why do you wearing an armor?” he asked, curiosity hearable in his voice.

       You sighed heavily. There was no way to avoid his question. But it was hard to admit that you had some other interests than computers.

       “It’s a cosplay outfit,” you muttered hoping that it would be enough. You felt almost naked under the stare of his eyes. Their color only seemed to be cold but there was a storm of emotions hidden deep down there. “I was going to the comic-con,” you added.

       “Comic-con?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

       “Comic convent,” you started to explain. “A lot of people dress up as their favorite characters from comics, movies or tv series.”

       He seemed to understand what you were saying. Maybe even too much because he made another step and he was standing no farther than three inches from you. He bent a little bit, his eyes locked on yours. Your mouth went dry instantly but you were unable to break the eye contact. You had never felt so intimidated in your whole life.

       Your outfit made that situation even harder. You had been dressed up as samurai Xena, the Warrior Princess. Your long (h/c) hair wasn’t tied up and was falling on your shoulders in soft waves. Your hands were in black-red tight fabric gloves that ended just above your elbows; forearms encased in gold metal vambraces and gold-red spaulders on your arms and shoulders. Gold metal bra was protecting your breast. Underneath it you were wearing black sport bra. Your abdomen was bare as well as the lower part of your back. To the back upper part of your outfit was fasten holder with the custom made katana. On the lower part of your body you were wearing red shorts with black hems. They were so short that entire length of your thighs had been uncovered. Black strings were tied around your hips holding kusazuri, gold leather faulds consisting of three plates in the front and another three on the back, all of them covering your shorts. Dark red leather boots ended just above your knees, covering them with red fabric; your shins encased in gold metal greaves.

       “And you, ______, dressed up as who?” he asked leaning his head closer to you.

       He was smiling and his eyes was looking at you teasingly. It was hard to breathe when he was so close to you. You could smell the citrus scent of his shampoo.

       “Xena, the Warrior Princess,” you almost whispered, enchanted by his blue eyes pinning you down.

       You just wanted him to stop encroaching your personal space. He was always  friendly with you if he had a chance to talk to you. But it was nothing like your friendship with Tony. You two were in love with modern technology and you could spend hours talking about processors, motherboards or some software issues. Stark was acting like he was your older brother and  you really appreciate it. He was different from the other Avengers. He didn’t have any special powers, well except the arc reactor in his chest, and his most valuable strength was his genius mind.

       Thor wanted to say something but the elevator stopped with a soft beep. You looked above his shoulder and saw that you reached the highest floor of the Stark Tower where his apartment was. You frowned surprised that it didn’t stop on your floor. Then  you remembered that you didn’t push the button when you had entered the elevator and apparently Thor didn’t think about it either.

       “Your floor,” you said, forcing yourself to smile politely.

       He stepped back and walked out from the elevator. But then he suddenly turned away and looked at you with a wide smile.

       “This costume really suits you, Lady ______,” he bowed courteously.

       You took a step forward and tried to make a curtsy but you pretty much failed what made Thor to burst out laughing. You blushed ashamed by your unusual clumsiness. Then suddenly the lights went off flooding everything with darkness which was illuminated dimly by the light outside the windows.

       “J.A.R.V.I.S.?” you asked, looking up as if he was somewhere there.

       But the only answer was dead silence. You started to get worried. Something like that had never taken place before. You reached to press the button for your floor but nothing happened at first. A few seconds later elevator sharply moved a little bit down. It took you one second to make a huge step and found yourself on a hard floor of Thor’s living room. Then you watched the elevator slowly moving down. There were a flash of the turned on lights before everything went almost dark again. That two seconds of power back were enough for the shaft’s door to get closed. Suddenly you realized that you might be still inside the elevator that was slowly falling down the shaft. You felt your knees were bending and you were about to fall when a strong warm arm wrapped around your bare waist to hold you on your feet.

       “I think,” you started, “that I have to sit down.” Your voice was showing that you were getting in some kind of shock.

       Thor led you to the couch and pushed you gently to sit down.

       “Are you feeling fine?” he asked, his voice worried, as he sat beside you.

       “I’m going to be,” you answered, your voice shaky but not as much as your hands.

       You almost jumped when you felt his warm hand covering yours. You turned your head and saw his face only inches from yours. The dim light from the outside lighten Thor’s face strong enough that you could see his eyes expression. He was definitely worried about you.

       “I-I got used to the fact that I could be killed in action,” you spoke quietly, and continued, “but when the elevator moved down and I realized that it might crash with me inside… I’ve never been so scared in my whole life.”

       Suddenly, you found yourself being pulled to him, his arms wrapping you tightly and your head resting on his chest. He was so warm that you wanted to stay with him like that forever. It was pretty obvious that you fantasized about him many times before. He was kind, honest man with a great sense of humor. He was also a proud warrior, a man defending people that needed to be protected. He perfectly fit to your image of the ideal boyfriend . But you knew that you and him together would never happen. You were a computer geek and his was a demigod. How it could even work?

       You pulled away gently, slipping away from his arms.

       “I should go downstairs and check what’s going on,” you said, and then stood up. “Something is wrong. J.A.R.V.I.S. is not responding and the power is out. If this is one of Tony’s stupid jokes I gonna make his sorry ass regret it.”

       Thor also stood up and then guide you to the door leading to the staircase. You put your hand on the door knob and turned it but nothing happened. The only way out when there was no power was locked.

       ‘Unbelievable,’ you thought.

       “I have no idea what happened and why but apparently we are under some lockdown.”

       You turned back and your eyes widened when you saw that Thor was holding Mjölnir in his hand.

       “Stay back,” he said, and raised the hammer above his head.

       “Don’t do it!” you exclaimed, grabbing his arm.

       He looked at you a little bit confused. You immediately let go of his hand feeling your face was getting red.

       “Why?” he asked.

       “The whole construction is made of steel and you’re a god of thunders. You are immune to the electricity but I’m not,” you explained, trying not to looked scared again.

       “My apology. I didn’t think about it,” Thor said, giving you pleading gaze.

       You looked around, feeling uncomfortable in the dark of his apartment.

       “Do you have any candles?” you asked him.

       “Are you afraid of darkness?”

       Teasing tone of his voice made you laugh. You didn’t mind to sit with him without any light on but it was only in your fantasies about him.

       “I’m a worrior,” you answered, acting as Xena. “I’m not afraid of gloom.”

       Then you realized what you were wearing and you felt your cheeks were getting really hot. You felt almost naked and while in the darkness it wasn’t so much uncomfortable, it would be when there would be some lights around.

       “Umm, I-I think I should change my clothes,” you said sheepishly. “Do you have any, umm, spare t-shirts?” you asked, your face redder than a tomato.

       Thor was looking at you for a few seconds as if he was trying to understand what you wanted. That made you even more uncomfortable.

       “Yes, I have,” he answered and he extended his hand to you. You hesitated and he noticed that. “It’s quite dark. I won’t risk you tripping over something,” he explained, his calming deep voice run through you and vibrated in each single cell of your body.

       You took his hand and let him lead you to his bedroom.

       ‘HIS BEDROOM!’ a part of your soul screamed inside your mind.

       You had never felt so nervous in your entire life. His big warm hand gently holding yours as if you were a delicate Chinese vase.

       It took only a couple of seconds to go straight down hallway and to enter Thor’s bedroom. He let go of your hand and walked towards his wardrobe. Thanks to the huge window you could notice his grand king size bed. It was the biggest bed you had ever seen. There was not a lot of furniture, just only the one he needed.

       You couldn’t admire the view any longer because Thor came back with clothes in his hands, the dark gray sweatpants and the black t-shirt. You took both and then you started to laugh.

       “Thor’s Hammer? Seriously?” you asked, chuckling.

       “Tony gave it to me. It’s new,” he answered and you could see him blushing a little bit. “You can change here. I’m going to find those candles you’ve mentioned earlier.”

       Before you could say thank you, he was already gone with a weak click of  the closing door. You were really surprised by his retreat and even more by his unusual shyness.

       You took off your outfit and left it on a floor in the corner of his bedroom. The only things you were wearing right now were your panties and sports bra. Your bare feet were touching the soft fluffy carpet. The sweatpants were way too big for you and you decided to leave them on Thor’s bed. The t-shirt was quite big but only covered the upper parts of your thighs. You pull it down, trying to make it at least a little bit longer but the fabric didn’t want to stretch anymore. With a heavy sigh you quietly left the bedroom, your steps noiseless.

       You walked into the living room and froze, being struck by dozens of thick candles illuminating the place. In front of you Thor was kneeling on the floor in front of the large fireplace. He was wearing black jeans and the white t-shirt that was showing his muscular arms and strong back. Your mouth went completely dry and you gulped heavily while enjoying the view since he hadn’t noticed you yet.
So I finally finished writing this chapter but I had to split it in two parts because it's 5399 words long. Yeah, I know that is really a lot but I couldn't do it shorter.

For the outfits that are mentioned in the story:
- Xena's samurai outfit look here
- Thor's t-shirt look here

This is my first story in English and I'm not a native speaker so if you find some mistakes, especially grammar (please note that I'm writing in American English or at least I try to), please send me a note. It will help me a lot in the future writing.

I do not own any of the Marvel characters or places. I only own the plot and reader's actions.
I do not own Thor either but he owns you if you only wish for it. ;P

About the story:
You stuck in the elevator with Thor, wearing Xena's samurai outfit. When you get on his floor in Stark Tower the lights goes off and you find yourselves under some kind of the lockdown. From now on you have to figure out how to deal with the darkness and a handsome demigod next to you.

Warning! Contains a lot of sugar and sweet moments!

Thank you so much :iconinalandofmyown: for noting me about mistakes I've made. Thank you so much, sweetie! :tighthug:




To read all the endings visit The Matchmaker gallery.


The Matchmaker series contains of following chapters:

Prologue

1. Tony Stark x Reader
2. Thor x Reader
3. Clint Barton x Reader
4. Steve Rogers x Reader
5. Bruce Banner x Reader





Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel universe or any of the characters. All of them belongs to Marvel. I only own a plot and readers actions.

The Reader is around 27 years old. (Information added due the fact that stories - especially with mature content - without clearly stated age of the characters are deleted)
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cant wait for clint!!!