The Education of Thor (MCU fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Education of Thor
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Thor + Steve Rogers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,114
Summary: Steve is babysitting Thor for the day and needs a drink. What starts as a quick stop at the local 7-11 turns into a learning experience for them both.
Author’s Note: This is all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaige68’s fault. Yes, I know, you’re so proud of yourself, too, aren’t you? Although, I will admit – I had a lot of fun with this. Bear with me though, I’ve never written in this fandom before. In addition, I’ve seen The Avengers once and have watched approximately three-quarters of Thor. So, if anything (or everything) is off, it’s undoubtedly my fault. And extra thanks to Kaige for the quick beta. (And my eternal apologies for the return to data entry, we’re in the same boat today, I’m afraid.) I probably should thank tkeylasunset as well since it was her Thor Approves icon that started this insanity.
“I need a drink,” Steve said, pulling into the parking lot of the nearest convenience store.
Nodding, Thor unbuckled his seatbelt – an infuriating device, but one he’d been told was necessary to keep Steve from having to pay a fine if he were caught without it – and followed his friend into the store. Stepping through the glass doors, Thor stopped and looked around. It wasn’t his first trip into a place like this, but they always made him stop short upon entering. Each one was different and there were always so many new and fascinating things to inspect that he didn’t know where to start.
“You want a Coke,” Steve asked, heading for the fountain drinks in the back of the store. “Or something to eat?”
Shaking his head, Thor added a vocal no. Soda was… odd. Sweet and thick and burned his throat worse than alcohol. In a pinch, he’d drink it, but if he had his choices, it wasn’t an option. Water and that fabulous caffeinated beverage, coffee, were his libations of preference. And food, the kinds of things that were sold in such establishments hardly counted as ‘something to eat’ in his opinion. Midgardians were odd creatures.
He watched Steve move off towards the soda machines before striding down the nearest aisle. It was lined with motor oil, air fresheners, cold medicine, and other assorted toiletries that he couldn’t quite discern a use for. Along the back was a wall of glass containing drinks of all sorts. Sodas, juices, flavored waters, coffees, alcohol and everything in-between. There were also large bags of ice as well as frozen snacks and one of his personal favorites – Snickers ice cream bars. Thor paused and looked longingly inside at the delightful little bars and sighed. As tasty as they were, with their caramel and peanuts, it was excruciatingly hot outside. Having learned from past experiences with dairy-based desserts, he knew to leave it in its frozen world and opt for something that wasn’t going to melt all over his human clothing.
Halfway down the candy aisle, he caught Steve looking at him, checking up on him. Forcing a smile to his face, Thor gave his partner a reassuring look and hoped that the other understood it meant he was doing fine on his own. Although he hadn’t been hungry before, now that he was wandering through a sea of sugary delights, he thought maybe he should pick something up for later. Thor’s gaze moved from the chocolate bars – another no right up there with ice cream – to the hard candy sours before finally landing on the oddly delicious strawberry flavored licorice. Grabbing two packages of Twizzlers, Thor located Steve and began moving in that general direction.
One aisle away from his objective, the colorful cover of a magazine caught Thor’s attention. Coming to a complete halt, he rested the Twizzlers on the magazine rack and withdrew the item that had caught his attention. Man Flesh was printed across the top in a bold yellow color and directly below the title were two shirtless men. Tilting his blond head, he tried to get a better perspective on the cover.
Both cover models were brunettes although one was extremely pale where the other sported a skin tone close to the color of the caramel he was so fond of. Thor thought it odd that his mind had made that connection but brushed it off. Opening the magazine, he flipped through the pages and found more of what he’d seen on the cover. Two half-naked men on this page, one fully naked man on that. All were obviously fit and in good shape, although he suspected they were a touch too full of themselves considering the amount of muscles they sported. Placing the magazine on the rack, he picked up the one beside it and began flipping through it as well.
Half naked man, two half naked men, one fully naked man – it was beginning to get repetitive, even if that last redhead had been worth a second (and possibly third) look. With an eye roll, Thor flipped another page and – woah. He shook his head and looked again but nothing had changed. The two men depicted on the page were simulating something that Thor wasn’t even certain was possible. How strange.
Feeling a warming sensation in his cheeks, he flipped to the next page and found a gloriously half-clad brunette waiting for his perusal. His skin was perfectly smooth and hairless, the golden hue of his flesh more than a little enticing. But what he found the most desirable, the most inviting, were those perfectly formed stepping stone abdominal muscles. A soft, whimpering sound came from somewhere in his vicinity, but when Thor looked about, he saw no one near. Very odd, but he went back to gazing at this most perfect specimen of maleness.
“What are you looking at,” Steve said, coming up behind Thor and looking over his shoulder. “Oh. OH!” Chuckling, Steve laid a hand on a hard bicep. “Oh, Thor, why are you looking at this?”
Tearing his gaze away from the delight on the page, he turned to look at Steve. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t be?” His brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down.
“No,” Steve said, giving Thor’s arm a squeeze. “No reason at all, but my question is why?”
“I’m not sure,” Thor said, carefully, “but for some reason I just want to lick him. Right there.” He tapped a finger against the model’s impressive abs. “Repeatedly.”
“Well, okay then,” Steve said, grabbing the magazine out of Thor’s hands and folding it closed. “I guess we’ll be taking this with us on the road. Are those your Twizzlers?”
Thor was staring at the magazine now tucked under Steve’s arm. “Why did you take it away?”
“So I can pay for it,” Steve laughed. “Twizzlers,” he repeated. “Are they yours?”
“What?” Thor’s eyes landed on the chewy, sweet confection and nodded. “Yes, yes they are.”
“Pick them up and follow me to the counter.” Steve waited until Thor had collected himself and his candy before moving off towards the bored clerk at the counter. “How did I get myself volunteered for this anyway,” he muttered.
“I believe it’s Tony’s fault,” Thor said, giving the magazine rack one last glance, wondering briefly if Steve could explain the other magazine to him. Deciding he’d been given one gift already this afternoon, he wasn’t going to press his luck and ask. He could do that tomorrow when Tony took him out. If there was one thing Thor had learned it was that Tony Stark was up for anything.
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Thor + Steve Rogers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,114
Summary: Steve is babysitting Thor for the day and needs a drink. What starts as a quick stop at the local 7-11 turns into a learning experience for them both.
Author’s Note: This is all
kaige68’s fault. Yes, I know, you’re so proud of yourself, too, aren’t you? Although, I will admit – I had a lot of fun with this. Bear with me though, I’ve never written in this fandom before. In addition, I’ve seen The Avengers once and have watched approximately three-quarters of Thor. So, if anything (or everything) is off, it’s undoubtedly my fault. And extra thanks to Kaige for the quick beta. (And my eternal apologies for the return to data entry, we’re in the same boat today, I’m afraid.) I probably should thank tkeylasunset as well since it was her Thor Approves icon that started this insanity.“I need a drink,” Steve said, pulling into the parking lot of the nearest convenience store.
Nodding, Thor unbuckled his seatbelt – an infuriating device, but one he’d been told was necessary to keep Steve from having to pay a fine if he were caught without it – and followed his friend into the store. Stepping through the glass doors, Thor stopped and looked around. It wasn’t his first trip into a place like this, but they always made him stop short upon entering. Each one was different and there were always so many new and fascinating things to inspect that he didn’t know where to start.
“You want a Coke,” Steve asked, heading for the fountain drinks in the back of the store. “Or something to eat?”
Shaking his head, Thor added a vocal no. Soda was… odd. Sweet and thick and burned his throat worse than alcohol. In a pinch, he’d drink it, but if he had his choices, it wasn’t an option. Water and that fabulous caffeinated beverage, coffee, were his libations of preference. And food, the kinds of things that were sold in such establishments hardly counted as ‘something to eat’ in his opinion. Midgardians were odd creatures.
He watched Steve move off towards the soda machines before striding down the nearest aisle. It was lined with motor oil, air fresheners, cold medicine, and other assorted toiletries that he couldn’t quite discern a use for. Along the back was a wall of glass containing drinks of all sorts. Sodas, juices, flavored waters, coffees, alcohol and everything in-between. There were also large bags of ice as well as frozen snacks and one of his personal favorites – Snickers ice cream bars. Thor paused and looked longingly inside at the delightful little bars and sighed. As tasty as they were, with their caramel and peanuts, it was excruciatingly hot outside. Having learned from past experiences with dairy-based desserts, he knew to leave it in its frozen world and opt for something that wasn’t going to melt all over his human clothing.
Halfway down the candy aisle, he caught Steve looking at him, checking up on him. Forcing a smile to his face, Thor gave his partner a reassuring look and hoped that the other understood it meant he was doing fine on his own. Although he hadn’t been hungry before, now that he was wandering through a sea of sugary delights, he thought maybe he should pick something up for later. Thor’s gaze moved from the chocolate bars – another no right up there with ice cream – to the hard candy sours before finally landing on the oddly delicious strawberry flavored licorice. Grabbing two packages of Twizzlers, Thor located Steve and began moving in that general direction.
One aisle away from his objective, the colorful cover of a magazine caught Thor’s attention. Coming to a complete halt, he rested the Twizzlers on the magazine rack and withdrew the item that had caught his attention. Man Flesh was printed across the top in a bold yellow color and directly below the title were two shirtless men. Tilting his blond head, he tried to get a better perspective on the cover.
Both cover models were brunettes although one was extremely pale where the other sported a skin tone close to the color of the caramel he was so fond of. Thor thought it odd that his mind had made that connection but brushed it off. Opening the magazine, he flipped through the pages and found more of what he’d seen on the cover. Two half-naked men on this page, one fully naked man on that. All were obviously fit and in good shape, although he suspected they were a touch too full of themselves considering the amount of muscles they sported. Placing the magazine on the rack, he picked up the one beside it and began flipping through it as well.
Half naked man, two half naked men, one fully naked man – it was beginning to get repetitive, even if that last redhead had been worth a second (and possibly third) look. With an eye roll, Thor flipped another page and – woah. He shook his head and looked again but nothing had changed. The two men depicted on the page were simulating something that Thor wasn’t even certain was possible. How strange.
Feeling a warming sensation in his cheeks, he flipped to the next page and found a gloriously half-clad brunette waiting for his perusal. His skin was perfectly smooth and hairless, the golden hue of his flesh more than a little enticing. But what he found the most desirable, the most inviting, were those perfectly formed stepping stone abdominal muscles. A soft, whimpering sound came from somewhere in his vicinity, but when Thor looked about, he saw no one near. Very odd, but he went back to gazing at this most perfect specimen of maleness.
“What are you looking at,” Steve said, coming up behind Thor and looking over his shoulder. “Oh. OH!” Chuckling, Steve laid a hand on a hard bicep. “Oh, Thor, why are you looking at this?”
Tearing his gaze away from the delight on the page, he turned to look at Steve. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t be?” His brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down.
“No,” Steve said, giving Thor’s arm a squeeze. “No reason at all, but my question is why?”
“I’m not sure,” Thor said, carefully, “but for some reason I just want to lick him. Right there.” He tapped a finger against the model’s impressive abs. “Repeatedly.”
“Well, okay then,” Steve said, grabbing the magazine out of Thor’s hands and folding it closed. “I guess we’ll be taking this with us on the road. Are those your Twizzlers?”
Thor was staring at the magazine now tucked under Steve’s arm. “Why did you take it away?”
“So I can pay for it,” Steve laughed. “Twizzlers,” he repeated. “Are they yours?”
“What?” Thor’s eyes landed on the chewy, sweet confection and nodded. “Yes, yes they are.”
“Pick them up and follow me to the counter.” Steve waited until Thor had collected himself and his candy before moving off towards the bored clerk at the counter. “How did I get myself volunteered for this anyway,” he muttered.
“I believe it’s Tony’s fault,” Thor said, giving the magazine rack one last glance, wondering briefly if Steve could explain the other magazine to him. Deciding he’d been given one gift already this afternoon, he wasn’t going to press his luck and ask. He could do that tomorrow when Tony took him out. If there was one thing Thor had learned it was that Tony Stark was up for anything.
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Date: 2016-01-29 06:21 pm (UTC)