Thor
The only seat open was on the other side of the Asgardian crown prince. Turning to look at who accompanied Steve into the room, he stands up and gestures for you to take the seat next to him. As you go to sit down, he pulls out the chair for you and takes your hand, brushing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you" you blush furiously. Is he always like this?
"It is I who should be thanking you, Lady (F/N), for helping the Man of Iron heal from his recent wounds." He offers a broad *heart-stopping* smile as he releases your hand. With your pulse thundering the way it is, you're positive it's showing in your face. Taking slow, deep breaths, you make introductions and small talk, trying to talk to everyone. Everyone seems to get along like a big family, picking on each other, asking Dr. Banner about his research, and new news about their personal lives. You can tell that they're trying not to overwhelm you with questions, but eventually everyone is asking you about your life.
"Where did you do your undergraduate work?" Asks Dr. Banner
"I went to a really small college in Minnesota called Saint Scholastica."
Tony interrupts "So, you a Vikings fan?"
You almost choke "No, sir. Packers all the way. I'm actually from Wisconsin, only spent my college years in Minnesota."
Steve pipes up "Did you like Duluth? It is in Duluth, right?"
"Oh, yeah. It's a beautiful city and there was a lot of things to do and see. My favorite place was a rose garden right on Lake Superior. You could see the skyline and the lift bridge. It was really amazing."
"What did you do for fun up there?" asks Pepper
"Well, other than walking to the lake shore, I did play hockey on the rec team for the college. We bounced from rink to rink, but we had a good time."
Thor's deep voice next to you almost makes you jump "Tell us more about this game...Hockey you said?"
His smile sends a shiver down your spine "You'd probably be good at it Thor. It's a fast paced game that also happens to be really great for blowing off steam."
Clint cuts in "Of course he'd like it, it's just an excuse to have 12 guys beat each other up."
"Ok, it is a little violent on occasion, but there's a lot more to it. Like (F/N) said, it's a team building thing and there is a lot of strategy. Just watch a tape of the 1980 Olympics. Don't forget, they throw you in the box if you get too rough." Natasha gives you a smile, and you wink back.
"How could I forget? I spent my fair share of shifts in the sin bin."
"Hold up, "Clint looks at Natasha "First, how do you know so much about hockey, and second" he turns to you "I didn't peg you for a violent one, but now I want to see it in action" he smiles.
Natasha answers first. "Hello, Russian spy?" She looks at you with a smile on her lips.
"Even if the Russians didn't invent hockey, they certainly perfected it. They tend to perfect any sport they attempt." You wink at Natasha. "And I'm not actually a violent person off the ice, but I was a very hands-on defenseman. Most of my penalties were just me doing my job…with a bit of force"
"Remind me not to anger you, Lady (F/N). Your wrath would be intriguing to see, but I do not wish to be on the receiving end if you are as fierce as they say" Thor laughs and puts a hand on the back of your chair.
Pepper snaps your attention back. "You do realize that the Hulk is sitting here, right?" She gives you a joking smile and everyone, even Bruce starts to laugh. The conversation stays on hockey for a while, telling Thor more about the rules and how it's played on ice indoors. The meal takes a bit longer than you expect, but it doesn't drag. Thor's leg bumps into yours once or twice, and it sends a jolt of energy making your heart skip a beat or two. After the dishes are done, everyone stands around the kitchen, but Pepper goes back to Tony's room to check on him. She is such a wonderful woman. She's really good for him. Even after the nap you had earlier, you're surprisingly tired. After you yawn for the umpteenth time, you decide you should probably go to bed soon.
Thor goes to check on Tony, and the moment he's out of earshot, Steve is next to you. "I think he likes you. "
"Who?" you attempt to remain indifferent, but the blush on your cheeks is proof that you have an idea who.
"Aw, come on. Everyone at dinner saw the two of you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you!"
"Really? I mean, he seems to be a really nice guy, but would he go for someone like me?" you look up into Steve's blue eyes. They're almost the same color as Thor's, but Steve's have more gray in them, like a stormy morning.
"Yeah, I mean anyone would be crazy to turn down a dame like you, they'd be nuts not to like you."
"You're too sweet. What should I say, how to you tell a demigod that you have a massive crush on him without sounding like a crazy fangirl?"
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. You're a smart woman" he winks at you. Did Captain America really just wink at you and encourage you to hit on a god? You step out of the elevator and head towards your rooms. Yours is first. "Well, thanks for escorting me to and from dinner." You give him a small hug "and for the advice."
He smiles down at you. "Any time ma'am. Goodnight"
"Goodnight" you close your door and head towards the bathroom. A hot shower sounds like a good way to think things over. You decide to try multiple showerheads and see how it feels. The water hits you and you let out a moan as your muscles begin to let go and the knots start to dissipate. You take your sweet time, just enjoying the heat from the water and the steam opening your pores. You start humming some of the tunes from Burlesque (with Cher and Christina Aguilera) and singing some of the lines you know. "Hey, JARVIS, can you play me the soundtrack from Burlesque?" you ask shyly.
Certainly, (F/N). Do you have a preference of song to start with?
"The first song is fine. Thanks!" Dude, JARVIS is awesome!
You are most welcome
*Thor's POV*
A hot shower sounded like the perfect end to the day, but you want to speak with (F/N). She is a most intriguing creature and you wish to know more about her and this game, hockey, that she seems so enthusiastic about. As you approach her door, you hear music coming from inside. You knock roughly hoping she will hear it over the music, but there is no answer, so you open the door and step in. There wasn't anyone in the entryway, so you step into the bedroom, hoping to find (F/N).
*Reader POV*
As "I am a good girl" plays, you step out of the shower and start to dry off. You left your clothes in your dresser, so you start to head to the bedroom in just your towels, one wrapped around you and the other on your head. You give your (h/l, h/c) hair a few vigorous rubs with the towel and toss it on the edge of the bed to let it dry. As the song "Guy what takes his time" starts, you roll your neck and hear someone let out a huff of air…What the hell? Who would be-you turn tin the direction of the intruder and find Thor, standing there awestruck. His blue eyes are darker than you remember, and you can feel them practically taking your towel off. "Uh, hey there Thor….Can I help you?"
"I am sorry milady, I only wished to speak with you about the game you were describing at dinner. I did not realize that you were showering. I'll take my leave." He turns, blushing furiously.
"It's ok, I just got out. What do you want to know?"
"Are there weapons used in hockey? It sounds like a violent sport…"
"You don't actually have weapons, but you do use a hockey stick. Here," you go in the closet that your equipment is in and grab your stick. "It's used for passing and shooting the puck," you grab a puck from your bag and toss it to him "and you usually try to miss the goalie." You smile.
"What about the ice, do you wear… hockey shoes?" he asks with a confused expression. Oh god, even his confused face is sexy.
"We actually wear skates. It takes a lot of practice, but once you get good at skating, you never forget." You take the stick and puck from him and hand him your skates
"How does one wear these?"
"You put them on just like shoes, here, let me put them on." you reach for them "But first, I should probably put some clothes on…."
"Sit on the bed." He orders in a husky voice. You sit down and put your hands on your knees with your skates next to you. Kneeling in front of you, he grabs for a skate and takes your ankle in his hand. "Like this?" his voice is barely a whisper, sliding the skate onto your foot. You nod, not trusting your voice not to squeak. "What do I do next my lady?"
You clear your throat and manage to whisper "Start tightening the laces from the toes up." He starts kissing our calf as he tightens the laces up to the top of your skate, tying it off at the top as he places a kiss on the inside of your knee, and your legs part of their own volition. "And now, do I put on the other skate in the same fashion?" he grins at you with a little half-smile that goes right to your core
"Uh-huh" you murmur, heart pounding.
"Do you always enjoy putting these on this much?" he growls as he slips on your other skate, kissing up your leg again.
You whisper in his ear "Not in the slightest." He turns and catches your lips with his, sliding his hand around your neck to deepen the kiss. His lips are softer than you expected, but just as talented. He breaks the kiss so you can breathe, both of you sit there panting for a second, and he seems to remember what he was really here for. He rolls back on his heels, standing up and clearing his throat. "I am sorry milady, my intentions were not to seduce you on this night. I truly came here to ask you more about hockey."
"If I'm not mistaken, that's exactly what you were doing," you stand up in your skates and towel, your face even with his collarbone. "What else would you like to know?" you press your lips to his pulse, positively thrumming, and you nip at it gently.
Now it was his turn to be incoherent. He sucks in a breath when you nip him, and then clears his throat. "What other armor is worn during these competitions?"
You hum, contemplating where to start. "Well, most people wear helmets. " You run your hands through his hair, bringing your lips a hair's breadth from his own, "There's also shoulder pads." You run your hands under his shirt, encouraging him to take it off. He tosses it next to the bed, waiting for your next move. You run your hands over his broad chest, and over his shoulders, turning him around. "Then there's the elbow pads." Taking in his bulging arms, you take your time memorizing every cord of muscle and tendon. You turn him back around to face you, and he pulls your face to his, kissing you sweetly. "Do you want this?" you ask him.
"I do want it, but my heart tells me not to rush this." He places a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.
"We could sit here and learn more about one another."
"I would like that very much. Come, sit with me" He motions to the bed, guiding you by your hand. "Let me take your skates off."
"Why, thank you my lord." You giggle.
"Anything for my lady" He smiles devilishly, as he makes taking off your skates even more arousing than putting them on. You never realized your calves even had erogenous zones. As he lets go of your feet from the amazing massage he gave you, he moves his way up to your knee, kissing the inside, making your knees spread involuntarily. "My lady, you have the most enticing legs I have ever seen. I wonder what I can learn from them." He runs his large, calloused hands on the outside of your thighs, making your pulse jump and your knees push apart. "Ah, it seems they are as sensitive as they are beautiful." You could see how much his body wanted yours, but when you looked into his eyes, you saw how badly he wanted to take care of you, to show you how a man should treat you. He came up and sat next to you on the bed, pulling your back to his chest. Running his hands over your toweled torso, he still managed to find every sensitive spot you had, and discovered some new ones. First your feet, now your shoulders? How are you not going to want to jump his bones every time he bumps into you anywhere?! As he gently caresses your hips, brushing his lips to your shoulder and lightly dragging his stubble over the sensitized skin of your neck, he whispers. "Never have I seen a maid of such beauty. Your skin is softer than the finest fabrics of any realm I have visited, your eyes sparkle like the rarest of gems." He places more gentle kisses along your jaw. "This body can bring any man to his knees." He picks you up, turning you on his lap with his nose brushing against the top of your towel.
"If you want this to go, then I get to take off those jeans of yours" You point at your towel and smile into his hair
"If your towel is gone, I'm not sure how I shall stop myself from taking you right here."
"I'll tell you how far I'm willing to go when you get there. Sound ok?"
He hums in appreciation and stands, bringing your hands to the top of his jeans. "As you said, it is only fair if you see me as I see you." Your hand opens the button with ease as you stand in front of him. Through his pants you can tell that he is rather impressive, but you aren't worried. You know he'll be careful when the time comes. For now, you are just exploring each other. You slowly pull his pants over his hips, letting them fall to the floor after pulling them over his muscular thighs. Once his jeans are on the floor, he wraps his arms around your back, loosening your towel and letting it hit the floor. He puts one hand in the middle of your back as he lays you onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he doesn't crush you. Kissing your lips gently but with a hunger, he drags his hand up your side, making contact with as much of your skin as he can without switching hands. He growls into your mouth as you rock your body into his, begging for friction, trying not to buck into you. He hitches your leg over his hip and brings his hand around to hold your hips to his. You look at him, confused. "I thought we weren't going that far tonight…?"
"Do not fear my lady, I will keep my promise, but I wish to explore ways of bringing you to bliss. May I?" He looks at you through his eyelashes, pupils blown with lust, but still caring and gentle.
"You may" you giggle, but a moan cuts you off, it's your own as he rocks his hips into yours. "You know, I've never been any farther than this with a man." You look into his blue eyes.
"And you are still willing to have this experience with me?" you nod and smile "I am deeply honored, my lady. It is a precious gift indeed. I only hope to exceed your expectations." With that, he brings his soft lips back to yours, renewing the fire that started with your skates. He brushes is knuckles over your hip bones, tickling the skin between, and then languidly reaching lower. As he touches you, your body goes into overdrive trying to understand the new sensations rippling through your body. His hands tease you as he kisses his way down your body, stopping just before your core. "Open your eyes, (F/N), I wish to see what you feel." As soon as you make eye contact, he dips his tongue inside you. You want to roll your head back, but your eyes are locked on his as he explores you with his tongue. Just when you think you can't take any more, he circles your clit with his thumb while tasting you. He kisses his way back up to your breast, letting his scruff tickle and tease along the trail made by his lips. Hesitating for only a moment, he takes a hard nipple in his mouth, making you arch your back into him, digging your nails into his shoulders and back. That seems to be something he likes, because he hums around your bud, letting the vibrations run through your body. He switches to your other nipple, teasing and biting it gently, and then he slides a finger along your wet folds. You gasp and arch your back, pushing your chest into him. "P-Please, Thor, I-I can't take it any longer!"
"Your wish is my command, my lady" He slowly pushes a finger into your wet core. His expert fingers curl and twist gently inside you while his thumb brushes over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. Soon, you feel your orgasm building, the most intense sensation you've ever felt before. Before you realize how close you are, your back tightens like a bowstring, slowly, pausing just for a moment at its peak before snapping and making every muscle in your body convulse. Your ride your high until your brain and body reconnect, and you feel a warm body next to you, and you instinctively curl into it. In the back of your mind you hear someone mutter something that sounds a bit like "I think I will enjoy learning more about this game." You feel Thor kiss your forehead as he slides out of bed. "Forgive me (F/N), but I must retire to my chambers. I wish you the sweetest of dreams." Your door opens and closes, signaling the absence of the god. Your eyes feel heavy as you give in to a deep sleep interrupted with dreams of thunderstorms and hockey skates.
Authors Note:
As this is part of my first fic, this is also my first smut. Hopefully it wasn't too cheesy for you! feedback is always welcome!
P.S. Steve is up next