Chapter Three – Thor

Thor had never seen such a luscious countryside in his life. He was used to expanses of space, stars and astrological cities. The grass was swaying in the wind like a large deep green blanket being shaken over the mountains. The tall pine trees surrounding the property were all baying gently too under the force of the wind. As Thor stepped off the craft, the same wind caught his cape and flapped it around his legs.

As he stood taking in the large house and barn on the property, the other Avengers filed out of the craft, each passing him with a new found enthusiasm. The last to leave the ship was Steve, who slowed down as he approached Thor. Thor could sense the Captain just behind him and madly wanted to turn around and plant a massive kiss on his soft lips. He stopped himself and started firmly out of the craft, striding confidently to the front steps of the house were the Avengers were now assembled.

"Looks like a nice place." said Steve, still walking behind Thor. Thor wondered why Steve was not overtaking him. Surely he would be keen to get inside the house, to be on a real bed. Maybe he didn't want Thor's eyes upon him. That was fair enough, he thought. He gave a short reply.

"It does. Should be comfortable."

"Oh, I hope it will be." said Steve, who then walked past Thor, his blue boots sinking into the grass like water spilling on the ground. Steve turned around and shot Thor a bright smile, then ascended the stairs to the veranda. What was that about, thought Thor. A smile from Steve. Was he mocking him or something? Thor decided to ignore this and follow the Captain up the stairs of the house, right after taking a second to look at his beautiful body from top to bottom. Steve did have an amazing physique. Thor began to feel a swelling in his groin, and moved his hammer in front of himself, just in case anyone took to notice, which would be fairly easy.

Standing on the porch, Hawkeye was introducing everyone to his wife and younglings. Thor has not seen many children in his time, and when he did, they were often scared of him. This was fair enough. To them, he must have seemed a giant.

Once they were all shown inside, Hawkeye's wife mentioned that they were short on bedrooms and that some of the team would need to bunk up. Before Thor had quite computed what was happening, Steve had apparently nominated that they share a room. Perhaps this was just a joke?

Thor then heard Doctor Banner timidly suggest sharing a room with Natasha. There was a tense moment of silence between them all. Natasha laughed slightly and walked upstairs, grabbing Bruce's hand along the way.

"I guess that answers that." said Tony, who then walked through into the kitchen. "Let's have some dinner!"

After a filling and delicious dinner, and an unexpected visit from Nick Fury, the Avengers were ready for bed, and were shuffled upstairs by Hawkeye and his wife. It was obvious that they all needed some rest. Thor was feeling weary, his arms beginning to ache, and his neck tense. The weight of his hammer made itself known. He'd have to put it down soon.

Walking up the stained wooden staircase, Thor was following Steve to what would be their bedroom for the night. He was still unsure about this. Although he desperately wanted to share a room, possibly even a bed, with the Captain overnight, he could not believe that the Captain himself had actually suggested the idea, or that no one battered an eyelid when he did.

"I think this is it." Steve said, entering a door on the left of the landing. Thor followed him inside, trying hard to avert his eyes from Steve's butt, which moved delightfully when he walked. Almost instinctively Thor moved his hammer in front of himself.

Steve sat his shield against the nightstand, on top of which was perched a lamp made from the antlers of a deer. The lamp was emitting a warm, homely glow in the room and this gave Thor's shadow on the wall an otherworldly quality, which just made the whole situation even weirder.

Once Steve had placed down his shield, he looked up at Thor who was now perusing the bedding options. In the centre of the room, against the far wall from the door was a spacious king side bed. Thor watched as Steve pulled off his shirt and threw it to the food of the bed. Whether on purpose or not, Thor could not tell, Steve was now flexing his muscles.

His bare chest was making Thor stir with delight. He tried his best not to show his excitement, making sure his hammer remained firmly in front his pants.

"Bed looks big enough for the two of us." Exclaimed Steve, clearly not put out by the fact that he would be sharing the bed with Thor. Why was he so eager? Was this just something that the Captain was used to from his time in the army; bunking up with his fellow soldiers and sharing stories of the battlefield. Thor thought he would be capable of that, but to be lying there with the man would be far to tempting. Things could end up happening. And has much Thor hoped they would, he was far too nervous to admit it to himself.

What was worse was that they were so close to the bedrooms of the other Avengers. Surely the rest of the household would hear anything that happened. Thor could only imagine the backlash from that. It would fall upon Steve too, and he couldn't let that happen. No. He wouldn't let that happen.

"You look so tense, big fella." Said Steve, now lying shirtless on one side of the bed. "Come here, I'll give you a massage before we sleep. These muscles have to be good for something." He laughed at his own comment, and Thor forced out a small chuckle. It was the best he could muster in the state he was in. The Captain was now offering him a massage. It was almost as if Steve knew what Thor thought of him.