‘This is delightful,’ Thor says appreciatively. ‘Bruce, you must try this.’
There’s a spoon hovering near Bruce’s face. Without thinking, he leans over and accepts the proffered bite of ice cream – then blushes when he realises what he’s done. Thankfully, the others don’t seem to pick up on it.
Thor smiles at him expectantly. ‘What do you think?’
Aware of their stares on him, Bruce considers. It’s mint choc chip, but the longer he holds it in his mouth… ‘Oh god, why is it spicy?’ He swallows with a shudder, but the burning sensation lingers.
‘Hot sauce!’ Thor shakes the bottle at him. There’s a picture of a flaming skull on it. ‘I knew it would go with ice cream, I just had this feeling.’
Clint cackles. ‘You can’t be serious.’
‘I am. The combination is exquisite.’
Bruce’s throat is burning. ‘Can you warn me next time?’ he wheezes. He shoves a large spoon of ice cream in his mouth – and immediately gets brain freeze. ‘Argh, shit…’
This started as a joke based on that TikTok where Bruce and Steve are leaving Thor and Bucky’s rooms, respectively (although I thought it was Bruce and Bucky, so that’s who I wrote). I realised it featured Bruce wearing Thor’s clothes so I thought I’d finish it for today’s prompt. It’s not exactly centred around Thor and Bruce, more about Bruce and Bucky’s friendship, but it is about Thor and Bruce’s relationship, so I’m counting it.
Warning: mention of child abuse, PTSD and torture.
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“You know, you could stay the night.”
Bruce rolled over so he could prop his head up with his hand and face his lover.
“They’ll notice.”
“How?” Thor asked, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. They had had this conversation a number of times, all with the same response from Bruce. “Nobody notices where people emerge from in the morning and if they do, they’re too tired to care.”
“They’re going to notice and care, trust me,” Bruce said irritably, not needing to remind Thor of the time they nearly got caught making out on the roof. It wasn’t as if relationships between teammates were abnormal (Bruce even being the one to create the trend when he and Nat were a thing for a short while), but Bruce felt differently with Thor. He truly believed he had hit the jackpot and he didn’t want anything, even gentle teasing, to ruin it.
“FRIDAY, you wouldn’t ever tell, would you?” Thor called up to the ceiling.
“I would only do so in the case of dire consequences, Mr Odinson. Your secret remains safe with me.”
“Okay,” Bruce said, “But would you vouch for us if someone saw me leaving Thor’s room in the morning?”
There was a pause. “I’m afraid all lying privileges are in the hands of Mr Stark.”
And Bruce put his hand palm up in a half-shrug gesture that indicated, ‘See? What she said.’
—— i think i did this wrong but at the end of it i had such a blast making this : ) posting it now i think its up 2 interpretation on wut makes these ‘variants’ but the intentional premise is just “imagine a world where evrything feels like an arts n crafts project by a v imaginative person” lol
They walk back into the bedroom, still pawing at each other, then stop. The single beds look depressingly small.
‘We could push them together,’ Thor suggests.
Bruce shakes his head. ‘Last time we tried that, I fell down the middle.’ He sighs. ‘I’m not really in the mood for any wall antics tonight.’
‘A smaller bed will have to suffice, then.’ Thor’s sly smile makes his heart speed up. ‘Come along, Bruce.’ The bed creaks ominously as he sits down. ‘Hmm. Is the other one any better?’
Bruce tests it. The creaking is even louder. ‘Not really.’
‘Then it seems our neighbours are especially unlucky tonight.’ He smirks, his blue eyes sparkling, and for a moment Bruce is caught off guard by how handsome Thor is. Sometimes it’s hard to pretend they’re just friends.
They are just friends. With the occasional hotel night together. Same thing.
Thor’s eyes rake hungrily down his body, drinking him in. It feels like a challenge, and one that Bruce is happy to rise to.
I was excited to participate in one of the pairings I have been addicted to for months, and this was supposed to be much fluffier, but my real life is in shambles right now. I hope the story can help any who are struggling to make it right now.
My favourite headcanon about Thorbruce is Thor making up nicknames for Bruce in Norwegian, so Bruce doesn’t understand and has to Google it and then he blushes so hard, because Thor is a lovesick puppy
Bruce looked up, full of disbelief and hope. He almost fell off plane. He knew, he would not die. Probably. But… no one ever caught him. And here was Thor, holding his hand. His love for that man just grew.
,,Don’t freak out, plane won’t be able to keep us in air.”
It was easier to say than to do, but Bruce tried his best. Thor pulled him back in the plane. They were so close… it would be enough for Bruce just lean in… Bruce had no time for thinking. He cupped Thor’s face in his hands and kissed him.
