Bewitching
I didn't see Thor & CA, and I'm only interested in Avengers because of Tony Stark, but I've been checking out sites like fuckyeah-Avengers and askcaptaina and it looks like there are lots of fans of Steve/Tony, and a few (ok: so far I've only seen one fan) of Tony/Thor. I have to admit some pictures and drawings there are really inspiring. Anyway, three stories popped into my mind last Sunday. I hope you like them.
Tony/Thor (a fan called this pairing Thork, lol).
Tony Stark, breathless and sweaty, fell back on his side of the bed.
"Oh, God," he gasped. "This is heaven." It wasn't like him to be so vocal, but damn, the sex had been good –better than good.
He glanced to his right, hoping the burly man lying next to him felt the same.
Being younger, Thor wasn't as breathless. He was frowning, though.
"I thought this place was called Cleveland," he said.
Tony chuckled. Of course. Of all the people in the world, he'd ended up with one who knew all about heavenly places, being a god and all.
A golden god.
'All mine,' Tony thought smugly. For a night, at least. Turning on his side, he reached out and lazily wrapped his hand around Thor's arm. To claim ownership, so to speak.
"You're right," he conceded. "We're in Cleveland. In a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city to be more precise."
"A most vexing place," Thor muttered, shifting a little. The bed was lumpy and the sheets were too short.
"Yeah, well. You're the one who didn't wanna wait till we went back to Malibu, remember?" The big lug had insisted on making this stop, and if they hadn't found this motel, they'd probably ended up doing it in the back of Tony's car. "And by the way; that little stunt you played out there? You know, picking me and throwing me over your shoulder?"
Thor tensed up. "Yes?"
"That was awesome."
Thor smiled back, obviously relieved.
"Just don't do it in front of the others," Tony added. "I don't want them to think I'm easy."
Thor's smile turned uncertain. "What you said to that man in the office -"
"The Manager?" Tony paused. "Oh, yeah. I told him we'd won first place at a costume party. Couldn't have him think we're the real deal," he explained. "Otherwise he'd call the tabloids. Fury wouldn't like that."
Thor was about reply, when something on his shoulder caught his attention. He slapped it.
"What is it?"
"Vermin!" Alarmed, Thor sat up and looked around. "They are everywhere!"
Tony remained calm. "It's a cheap motel room, Thor," he said reasonably, but Thor didn't seem to listen. He lifted the top sheet and looked at it closely, and then shook something from it.
Tony leisurely sank back into his pillow to enjoy the view. Damn, Thor looked good naked. The long hair wasn't doing him any favors though. Tony liked him better with shorter hair. Maybe a friendly hint...?
Thor glanced over his shoulder.
"Do they not bother you?"
"Not really." Mischievously, he added, "You're a god. Do something."
Thor hesitated. "I –I cannot. Mjolnir is powerless against these small creatures." He turned and looked Tony in the eye. "It seems we have been bewitched by Earth creatures."
Tony frowned. Ok, that sounded kinda weird. If he didn't know better, he'd say Thor was flirting.
Was he...?
Tony held his breath a couple of seconds, then decided that no, it couldn't be. Sure, Thor had a goofy look in his eyes and a seductive little smile on his lips right now, but that didn't mean anything. And the fact that his own heart was suddenly beating faster could easily be attributable to a faulty reactor, so, no, there was nothing, NOTHING, to worry about. They'd only ended up in bed because after almost getting killed by The Mandarin, they needed a little reaffirmation of life, and what better way to prove you were alive than by engaging in a healthy round of vigorous, mind-blowing sex?
To cover his momentary confusion, Tony said gruffly, "Oh. So, you're dumping me in with the fleas and the mosquitoes?"
Thor winced.
"I have offended you. It was not my intention; I -"
"Nah, you didn't. For your information, those little buggers have survived nuclear disasters; you should show them a little more respect."
Thor stared at him for a moment, then shook his head.
"It is never clear to me whether you are serious or -"
"-or only busting your chops?" Tony finished.
"Yes."
"Does it matter?"
Thor was silent for a moment, then he simply took Tony's hand and brought it to his lips.
Tony gulped. Yep; Thor was flirting. But hey, he could handle it. Really, it was no biggie. A little romance never harmed him –not for long, at least.
It was his next realization that had him reeling:
He was the girl in this relationship.
Not that it was a relationship! Or was it? He really wasn't sure, but that wasn't the point here, (yet). The point was that Thor had been calling the shots from the start: he'd insisted on paying for everything, he'd picked Tony over his shoulder as they walked up to the room –which may or may not count as being carried over the threshold, (but that wasn't something he wanted to analyze right now!).
A part of him instantly rebelled. He'd saved an entire city that day, for crying out loud. He was as tough as the other Avengers! He needed to call the shots every time, and men and women as rich as him or even richer had understood this.
On the other hand -and as a businessman, Tony Stark always made it a point to look at both sides of a problem- this was Thor; he was rich, he was a fucking hero.
And he was the handsomest mofo he knew.
Tony playfully tugged at Thor's sweaty beard, and the big man leant closer for a kiss.
'Oh, what the hell,' Tony thought. If he was to submit to anyone, it'd better be to a god.
The end.
