Story:You fall down some steps, and a certain avenger comes to your rescue.
pairing: Thor x Hurt!Reader
other characters: Tony Stark, Banner, Natasha
type: pretty fluffy
All it took was one wrong step and you went tumbling down the concrete steps of the square. With a crack your head hit the cold pavement at the bottom, and for a moment everything was black.
When you opened your eyes a small crowd had gathered around you, and a tall, muscular blonde guy was leaning over you. He saw that you were awake, and leant back to let you sit up a little. Squinting in the afternoon sun, he pushed your hair out of your face, his fingers gently brushing your temples. "Are you okay miss?"
"I'm not sure…" you put your hand to the smarting back of your head, and it came away red with blood. Feeling dizzy you began to fall back to the pavement, but the guy caught you and held you up against him for support. "Woah, I think you need to see a doctor. Can you walk?"
"I…I don't think so" you mumbled, feeling even more dizzy and strangely drowsy, and clutched more tightly to the front of his shirt. He smelt nice, clean like how woods smell after rain has fallen.
" Okay then, up we go" he said, sounding almost cheerful. Carrying you bridal style, his strong hands under your knees and supporting your head, the guy carried you off, the gentle sway of his walk soothing you into sleep before you had time to worry about being carried off by a stranger.
When you woke up it was night time, and the bright artificial lights hurt your eyes. Squinting, you looked around the small room. And realised that this wasn't the hospital. You sat up quickly, causing another wave of dizziness before a strong hand pushed you gently back down on the bed. In your panic you hadn't even noticed the guy who had helped you sitting next to the bed. "Hey" he said, with a wry smile.
"Where am I? "
"You're at the S.H.I.E.L.D department building. In the sick bay actually." He explained.
"S.H.I.E.L.D? As in aliens over New York S.H.I.E.L.D?"
Another smile answered your question. " What's your accent?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in a questioning way.
"Oh. I'm from England," you said hesitantly. "But hang on a minute, who even are you? Why did you bring me here?"
"I'm… Thor, and I brought you here because I knew there were people here who could help you"
"Thor? As in ... that Thor?"
"Yes" another one of those heart warming smiles. "And you are?"
"Oh, I'm (F/N). (F/N) (L/N)." You felt yourself blushing, and looked down at your hands.
"And How're you feeling?" Again you reached up to feel a neat line of stitches at the back of your head. "My heads okay... But my left leg feels... Really weird." Looking a little worried, Thor got up and went to the end of your bed.
"Do you mind?" He asked, and when you shook your head he gently lifted the covers before carefully rolling up your jean leg. From your angle you couldn't see the leg, but you could see his face go pale.
"What is it?" He turned to you.
" The painkillers must have stopped you feeling it…"
" Feeling what?" Not answering your question he just said "stay right there" before rushing from the room. Curious, you slowly sat up in the bed, peering over the covers at your leg. It was swollen, with a big gash in it surrounded by deep purple brushing. Your shin was bent slightly at an odd angle, like a broken stick. Breathing heavily, a new wave of nausea forced you to lay flat on your back again. The pain meds were wearing off fast, and you felt a flush of cold sweat on your face as the pain grew. Thor burst back into the room, followed by, of all people, tony stark. "Thor?" You said, his name coming out of your lips as more of a whimper than a question. Grabbing hold of your hand, Thor said
"I'm sorry, he was the first person I found". By this point Tony was using his small amount of medical knowledge, propping your leg up with pillows while also grappling with his phone. Finally trapping it between his shoulder and ear while looking around the room for something, throwing things off cupboards and out of drawers, he finally turned to Thor and said, "I need your shirt." Without questioning Thor pulled it over his head, and Tony swiftly tied it above the bleeding, bruised and broken part of your leg.
"Coulson? Hey I'm in sick bay room 7 with an injured girl and no nurses anywhere? Who cares if they've gone home for the day? A pause." Look, just send the least idiotic person you can find down with the keys to the pharmacy and someone with some medical knowhow. I don't care who just..." You're whimpering got louder as he moved your leg into a new position. "Just send them and send them fast god dammit!" Throwing the phone down he glances at you for the first time, before tapping Thor on the shoulder. "I'm going to go and try and bust open a cabinet for some morphine." While he was gone, the pain began to get even worse and you begin to twist and turn on the bed. Thor sat on the bed and pulled you to him, trapping you against his smooth bare upper body. Tears began to fall from your eyes, soaking his warm chest, and you grit your teeth as more gasps of pain escape. "Shh" he says quietly. "He'll be back any minute, just hold on" and you do just that, clutching his bare shoulders as he rocks you gently.
Tony returns, followed by two other guys, and they swiftly get to work on your broken shin. Tony prizes your arm away and slips a needle into the back of you're hand, but you barely have time to notice as the morphine pulls you under. As the men work to fix you up Thor still holds you, watching protectively as the leg is stitched, set and plastered.
" (Name)?" you groan in reply, trying to crawl further under the covers. You head feels cloudy, and you in general feel as though an overweight elephant has trampled over you. " C'mon, you can't stay in there forever" Hands are pulling the covers back from your face, and gently sitting you up while moving your pillows so you can sit up by yourself. Thor gently leans you back so you can. "Hello again"
"Hello" You look around and you've changed rooms again. This one is bigger, with a window. Seeing you've noticed the change, Thor explains:
" The nurse who was supposed to be on duty for you felt so bad about what happened she switched your room for a better one "Leaning towards you, he continues " I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I should have noticed… have made sure your head wasn't the only thing you'd hurt."
"Its fine," you smile sleepily up at him. " At least you helped me. Most people just carried on walking" He smiled back at you, taking your hand again… which was when you noticed it was attached to a IV. You'd always been terrified of needles, and just looking at this one disappearing under your skin made you feel faint again.
"Um… Thor… could you take that out please" you're voice sounded muted, and you felt you eyes watering" Seeing you upset, the Asgardian began to get up, but you still clung to him. " Just pull it out… "
"Okay" quickly pulling off the thin bandage securing it to your hand, he swiftly grabbed the end of the needle and pulled it out from your skin. Seeing your head loll back as you began to faint again, Thor threw the needle across the room, ignoring the beeping of the machine, and once again took your hand, as well as pulling your hair back from your pale face.
"It's gone"
" Sorry" you murmured, embarrassed. It was such a stupid thing to be scared of. A tear escaped your eye, and you blushed, ashamed to appear so weak and helpless.
"Don't worry about it. Now (Name), you need to wake up a bit. I was supposed to ask how long it's been since you ate when you finally woke up."
" Umm… well I skipped lunch yesterday, so, about 10 o'clock yesterday?" You opened your eyes and looked across at him again. "What time is it now?"
" I don't know exactly, but it's evening again, so it's definitely been quite a long time." He thought for a minute. " Shall I find something for you to eat?"
"I'm not really hungry, but if you could find a cup of tea… a proper English one." He looked at you again, a small smile playing across his lips again.
" A challenge! Don't fear, I shall find your cup of tea. But what makes it English?"
"In my case, a big splash of milk and three spoons of white sugar" feeling a little better, you pull your self up, noticing for the first time the weight of the cast on your leg. Thor saw this a squeezed your hand a little tighter.
" Don't worry, I'll be back soon." and with that he got up and strode out of the room, looking every bit like a knight on some noble quest to kill a dragon. That thought made you giggle, and you lay your head back on the pillow happily.
"(Name)? I have your tea." Thor was standing at the side of your bed, balancing a cup of tea, a enormous cup of coffee and about twenty different bags of sweets. "The woman at the counter said you should buy ill people sweets… but I didn't know which kind you liked." You laughed as he tried to stop the top packet falling off by grabbing it in his teeth.
"Here" you said, gesturing for him to lean closer, and removed the bag from his m0uth. He then set down the drinks on the nearby cupboard, before dumping all the sweets on your bed so that chocolates and sugar surrounded you.
" Are there some you like?" he said hopefully, falling back into the chair.
" I like all of them- I'm a bit of a sugar junkie to be honest" you said, ripping open a packet of (favourite sweet). "What about you?"
"I'm not sure- I haven't tried that many sweets"
"Well try some of these" you say, passing him a bag. He does, and within a few minutes near on half of the sweets have gone as a result of Thors newly found sweet tooth, although he always asks you before he takes a new packet.
The next time you wake up its night time. The room is dark, but you can still see someone has cleared up the sweet wrappers decorating the room like after a kid's slumber party. Thor is still sitting next to you, asleep in the chair, with one arm draped over the bed towards you. He's sleeping like a log, and doesn't even wake up when you put his arm back into a more comfortable position. You then sit up, grabbing a blanket from the bottom of your bed, and throw it over the Asgardian, trying to keep him warm in the chilly room. Its then you notice that someone has pulled your hair back out of your face and brushed out the tangles, and as you look at Thor you see that his hair is done in the same simple way. Smiling, you realise he must have brushed and put your hair back for you. Lying back down to go to sleep, you reach over to hold his fingers which poke out over he edge of the blanket, and in his sleep he curls them around your small hand. You smile again, and gradually drift back to sleep.
A few days later, and the nurse decides you'll be okay to go on crutches. A good thing, since the one time you let Thor take you around the building in a wheelchair he drove like complete maniac, laughing and letting you roll out of control down corridors. But even though he seemed so carefree he always kept you in reach and caught the wheelchair before anything bad happened. That still didn't make you like it though, especially when he let you go screaming and laughing down the corridor to nearly crash into Bruce Banner, who looked so surprised that Thor was still laughing half an hour later. He still had a small, cheeky looking smile on when the nurse brought the crutches into the room. You were wearing you're normal clothes ( you hadn't let them put a hospital gown or anything on you once during your stay) which a guy had collected from your apartment, although only one pair of slightly too short and embarrassing denim shorts would go over your cast. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, the cast still feeling heavy and bulky. Thor had by this point introduced you to most of the other avengers, except for Natasha who was "too busy", and your cast was signed by many of them, including Thor who had also drawn a smiley face. Slipping your hands into the crutches you found you could hop along quite well, and with the nurses permission you were allowed to be shown around the building without fear of certain death by being pushed into a wall by a overenthusiastic god of thunder. As Thor showed you the small amount of the building you were allowed to see, and introduced you to some other people, you began to get distracted by him- you would study his face instead of the technology and architecture he was showing you. It was doing this that caused you to stumble and fall, your crutches clattering to the floor and you following them with a muffled "oof" Immediately Thor was sitting on the floor next to you, his hands resting on your shoulders to steady you.
" Are you okay (Name)?" you were still looking around, dazed, and he cupped the side of your face in his hand to make you look up at him." Are you sure?"
"Yes!" you said, getting embarrassed and grumpy. The indignant expression on your face made Thor chuckle quietly, which of course made you even more angry. Glaring at him, you tried to get up by yourself, but before you could he caught your hands in his, still chuckling.
" Hey, hold on a second, let me help you up." He began to get up onto his knees, but as he did you looked up and he found your face less than an inch from his. He stopped laughing, and looked into your eyes, which were starting to widen as you too recognised the situation. A small smile began to play on Thors lips, and without any more hesitation he crushed them into yours, taking you by surprise as one arm wound around your waist while the other carried on trapping your hands. Soon you snapped out of it though, and began to kiss him back. When he pulled away his smile was even bigger, and as he pulled you up into his arms he touched his lips to yours again. Standing, he carried you again, leaving your crutches behind you, as well as a bunch of jealous office staff who had been surreptitiously watching from the far end of the corridor, and one very jealous Natasha Romanov who had been passing through. If looks could kill, lets just say you wouldn't have been breathing. Laughing again, Thor swung you up closer to him, and you kissed him again, causing him to stop walking for a moment, before he carried you through the building past endless doors and windows until you were outside in the fresh air, laughing with him as he carried you through the city.