Thor was obsessed with Pop-Tarts, so much so that the Avengers thought he needed help. Tony had to always make sure that Stark Tower had a rich diversity of Pop-Tarts to satisfy the thunder god's needs. Every morning, Thor would awake the entire tower with his loudness and thump to the kitchen for his daily Pop-Tart, or ten. Thus was life until, one April morning.
Thor awoke as usual, his long, golden hair a mussed mess, as usual. He threw his soft blankets off and stomped to his bathroom. He turned the shower on as hot as it could go and stepped in. He sang loudly in Norse, old folk songs long forgotten. Once he woke the Tower with his bellowing voice, he stepped out to start on his work. First, he combed out his hair, making it fall in gold waves. Next, he would tie his hair back and shave. Finally, he would dress in Midgardian clothes tony provided(Tiny didn't like Thor in Asgardian leathers) and go out into the kitchen.
This morning was like no other, he went through his routine and was out in the hallway when Bruce came out of the elevator. "Bruce! Good morning!" Thor bellowed, making Bruce flinch. "I am sorry. Did my voice hurt you?" Thor asked, trying to be quiet. Bruce waved a hand. Thor nodded and continued down to the kitchen. Natasha and Clint were already there, coffee mugs in hand. Nat's red hair was yanked into a loose ponytail, her eyes heavy. "Hello Natasha and Clint!" Thor boomed, Nat flicked her fingers at him and Clint nodded. Thor smiled his big grin and went to the pantry.
"Morning Bruce." Clint muttered from behind. Thor heard the three of them exchange greetings and small talk. He was too focused on Pop-Tarts to join them in morning pleasantries. He pulled out the bag of sugar and set it on the counter. behind it was he mini army of Pop-Tart boxes. Today though, there was only one lonely soldier. Thor gave a cry and yanked the box to him. Please have more then one, he pleaded. He opened the flaps and inside, was one measly package. He ate the Pop-Tarts slow, but not slow enough. Soon they were gone.
"Hey Avengers." Tony grumbled as he came shuffling in. His dark hair was swept up and to the left, eyes heavy with sleep. His slow moving feet carried him towards caffeine. Once he swallowed a cup of coffee, he became alert. He noticed the pouting god in the corner of his kitchen, his large hands holding an empty Pop-Tart box. "Thor, what's wrong? Pop-Tarts gone?" Tony asked, adding a bit of tease to his words. Thor nodded sadly, turning the top of the bow to show Tony. "Oh. We'll just have to buy more." Tony shrugged, gulping more coffee. Thor's face lit up, he grinned a face splitting grin and went to Tony's side.
"Can we go now?" Thor asked like an excited child. Tony made a face, quickly, just slow enough that Thor saw it. It made the god's face drop a degree. Tony watched this and kicked himself mentally.
"Alright Thor, I need to dress though." Tony told the golden god. Thor nodded and went to his room to grab his shoes. Tony sighed and shuffled to his room. Once the billionaire came out of his room, Thor was on him. "Calm down buddy, I'm comin'." Tony chuckled, following the god to the elevator. Steve and Nat followed suit. Tony raised his eyebrow.
"I need some stuff." They both explained. Tony nodded and pressed the button for the garage. They arrive in the garage, a large space reserved for cars, a level below Tony and Bruce's labs. Tony choose a SUV, ushering Thor towards it. They set off for the closest supermarket. Thor was twenty shades of giddy, practically bouncing in his seat. Tony smiled slightly and drove through the nightmare that was New York.
They made it without dying, a win in Tony's books, and went in. Nat grabbed a cart and steered it towards the breakfast aisle. Thor raced ahead of her and loaded his large arms with boxes and boxes of Pop-Tarts.
"Alright Thor, other people need Pop-Tarts as well." Steve told the god. Thor turned his big puppy eyes at Steve.
"But Steve, I'm a god! I deserve these more then them." Thor boomed, the shelves quaking. Steve held his palms out for peace.
"But two or three back, Thor. " Steve compromised. Thor sighed loudly and set back three boxes and dumped the rest into the cart. Tony sighed and grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and tossed them in. Steve found Corn Flakes and set them in. Nat gave a heave and the cart rolled. The group snaked through the other aisles, grabbing what they needed. Thor kept checking his bounty of Pop-Tarts, as if the other food was destroying them. Finally, with two carts filled with food and other needs, the Avengers checked out. They took all of Tony's money he had on hand. Most of it was for Pop-Tarts. On the ride home, Thor ate three boxes.