Author's note at the bottom.
It's beautiful in the city tonight. Too bad it's too bright to see the stars, but that doesn't matter. What does is that Thor and Elsa have finally decided to see if their friendship is becoming more. While the rest of the Avengers are inside, Elsa covers the balcony of Stark Tower with ice.
"Why have you chosen ice skating?" he asks.
"Because I like skating, I wanted to share it with you," she answers, applying ice skates to their feet.
Thor glances at his. "This is my first time, to be honest." He adds with a big grin, "Perhaps we should hold hands, so I will not fall?"
Elsa laughs, shoulders shaking. "Oh, no. We wouldn't want that to happen."
The wind cools his skin, plays with his hair. Thor's eyes are as bright as his smile. He holds out his hand, waiting for hers to fill the space.
Elsa stares at his invitation. Her fingers curls, hesitating. Slowly, she reaches and fills the hold. His hand is warm, trust, and patience. Fingers curl around hers in a firm but gentle grip.
"So," Thor asks, "how does one skate?"
After she instructs, they begin skating on the balcony. It's a little hard at first. Thor does what some humans call "gravity checks" a couple of times. After a while, though, he gets it enough to catch his balance.
A moment passes. Elsa brushes her neck before saying, "I've noticed that you talk of your home world fondly." She tilts her head, pausing. "I'd like to go there one day."
He looks at her, smiling wide. "I would as well."
A shy smile decorates Elsa's face as she looks down. Her lips brush.
Thor watches her mouth, looks at her features. He imprints her into memory: the happy lines from the corners of her eyes, lips parting, eyelids closing.
Busy taking Elsa in takes his mind off skating. Losing his footing, he begins to fall. The cold, hard ice awaits; however, he is saved by the arm of Elsa.
They laugh together as she straightens him. Their bodies are close, chests almost touching. She opens her mouth to speak, to know if he's alright, but the words are lost on her tongue when his fingertips brush her jawline. While their hands are still holding, Thor lifts Elsa's face, blue eyes meeting blue. She holds her breath, feeling nervous but the good kind. He glances at her mouth before looking into hers once more.
Where their skin touches, it's like… they are one. There's Elsa's pale color, Thor's tan shade, and somewhere in the middle is a color that's a mix of the two. There is no beginning. There is no end.
Slowly, they lean closer. Their breaths splash against their faces.
Suddenly, music starts to play. "I've been really tryin', baby. Trying to hold back this feeling-"
The unexpected song snaps them out of it, breaks them out of their skin connection. Elsa chuckles nervously, her cheeks pink. She lets go of his hand and skates away.
Thor looks at the door that leads back inside the tower, seeing an outline of a man laughing. Anger and annoyance rises. There's one man he knows who would do this.
"Tony!"
Author's Note: Just in case you're wondering, the song is "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. I thought of Tony playing that song just when they're about to kiss, and I had to incorporate it.