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Who: Thor Odinson and Darcy Lewis
What: Watching movies and making out
Where: Darcy’s Room, Apartment 2-A
When: Saturday Night
Status: Complete


Thor had had a hard time adjusting to the way things were in GoodLand. For one, it was harder for him to seclude himself in the middle of New York city. That had been part of the charm of his little hut on the edge of New Asgard-- it wasn’t the sprawling palace that he’d grown up in, the one that his towns people suggested he tried to rebuild, but it was cozy and out of the way. Most people had left Thor to his own devices there, and it suited him. He could drink to his heart's content, and not have to explain his nightmares to anyone.

It wasn’t bad though. Tony was here, and Steve was too until recently. And he had friends to keep up with, like Darcy, and the children who he wanted to protect. Here, he even had a daughter, though she was a budding adult in her own right, and not from the same universe as him. He felt a connection to her, he could tell that their blood was the same, even though objectively it was not. He knew how his universe version of him had treated her, and it made him sick with embarrassment to think that they might be the same person. Maybe it was the guilt that caused him to give her half of his pay each week, but they were forming a relationship.

But living so close to people meant they noticed a lot more when he was drunk or hungover, which was terrible as he’d been in a constant state of one of those since he’d arrived. He’d gotten better. Tony had given him a job, and he’d taken it seriously, choosing not to drink too much on the nights that he had work. But, by the time the weekend rolled around, he was itching for a drink. So much so that he regularly made himself sick with it. So much so that he’d, disorderly and drunken, had caused damage to buildings and businesses. However, Tony had fixed it, and Darcy had shown her concern, and that was why he was trying to stop. Even though he wanted it, even though he could feel the itch in his fingertips. Maybe just one drink would calm him down. But it was too late, and he wasn’t sure that there was any alcohol in Darcy’s apartment. That was the point of the movie night, wasn’t it? To show him that he didn’t need to drink every weekend, and that there were other things to distract himself with.

He took a long drink from his rootbeer float, a concoction that he actually liked very much. He shifted to put the drink back down and nudged Darcy playfully, taking the bowl of popcorn away from her so that he could munch on it. “Thank you, Darcy, for keeping me company.”


Darcy gave Thor a playful glare before stealing the ridiculous bag of Jelly Belly jelly beans from "his" side of her bed. She had considered taking over the living room at first- two of her three roommates were good people that she actually enjoyed, or at least tolerated, spending time with. The possibility of that third one, though… She wasn't a fan of his, didn't care for his attitude, and definitely had feelings about how he thought he could take his bullshit out on her. Even though she wouldn't have minded Torunn joining in the fun, her distaste for Sam's potential presence was enough to make her decide that the bedroom was the better option.

This was good, though. Her bed, while not exactly big, was comfortable. There was more than enough room for the two of them and their haul of snacks and drinks. And she was more than happy to introduce her favorite Space Puppy Prince to the magic and majesty that was Jumanji. They'd already finished the OG version (Robin Williams was a genius and she was still in mourning over his passing, though she hadn't said anything to Thor about it), and it was just about time for the newest sequel. Darcy thought she loved that one almost as much.

She nudged him back, throwing a wink in his direction. "I mean… spending time with one of the most awesome people I know is such a hardship." She was sure to lay the sarcasm on heavy, so it was clear that being in his presence was anything but. "But since you seem to be down with the kettle corn, I guess I can endure it for a few more hours."

Darcy settled back against the headboard, her shoulder against his. "You can come over any time. Like, literally any time. I will always make time for you, and I hope you know that."


Thor couldn’t help the slight sigh that slipped through his lips. He was sure that Darcy did enjoy spending time with him, but he was a burden. He was sure that they both knew it. Still, he tried to echo out a small laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“There are very few foods that I will not at least tolerate.” Thor grinned, and it was true. Thor was not a particularly picky eater, he never had been and found himself quite fond of the snack foods that Midgard had to offer. There was guilt though, as he looked over at Darcy, having just discovered that she and Jane were just more people he had failed when he hadn’t ended Thanos before he could snap. Why hadn’t he cut of his head? Cut off his arm? Done something else than what he’d done.

The familiar tightness in his chest when he thought about Thanos came, and he shifted slightly in his position on Darcy’s bed to try and relieve it. “You have your own things to take care of,” He said thoughtfully, “I highly doubt you want to spend your day babysitting the likes of me.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He leaned against her though, the warmth of her was pleasant, a reminder that he was not alone and he liked that.

“Goodland is sort of like Jumanji, isn’t it? Unpredictable and strange.” He commented through a fist full of popcorn.


Darcy nodded enthusiastically as she chewed her mouthful of jelly beans. She’d popped very… interesting mixture in there without noting the flavors, like a heathen, and it was definitely not what she’d been expecting. “Unpredictable, strange, and maybe a little dangerous at times. But as long as we have our friends and loved ones with us, we can totally make it through.” Because that was the message of Jumanji, wasn’t it? Keep your friends close and keep moving forward. It was the only way to get through the difficulties that life throws at you. “Definitely not bad, though.”

She set the jelly beans aside to focus on her float, now that her vanilla ice cream had melted. That was her favorite way to drink it. She loved it when it was all creamy and just a tiny bit goopy. It reminded her of long summer days when she was a little kid, spending mornings with her grandma before she went to work and afternoons with her uncle, playing video games and eating too much junk food. Then her dad would come and pick her up and make her eat vegetables and wash behind her ears and read her stories before bedtime. They were the shining spots in what was otherwise a very rough period of her life and she wouldn’t give up those memories for anything.

Darcy leaned against Thor a little heavier, getting comfortable. Maybe one day she’d tell him about that memory… but, then again, maybe she wouldn’t. Everyone she’d ever shared it with before had asked where was her mom in that story. She usually said something vague like ‘She was gone by then, and was happy to let them assume she’d passed. It was better than the truth in some respects.

“Ready for the next one? This one has The Rock in it and he’s just… mind-blowingly funny.” And disarmingly charming. And hot. A lot like the Thunder God beside her, actually, now that she thought about it.


Thor nodded as Darcy spoke. Friends were important, Thor had always known that, but he had come to understand it better here. Thor was used to being the protector, the one who took care of his friends, but in Goodland it wasn’t entirely true. Thor did whatever he could for the people he considered ‘his’ but they did a lot more for him than he could imagine-- particularly Tony and Darcy, who were always around when he felt he couldn’t stand on his own. He appreciated that in a way that Thor couldn’t put into words. “Luckily, there have been no mosquitos or tigers to worry about… yet.” He teased. There had been other things, like the nightmare creatures though.

As Darcy leaned against him, Thor shifted, moving his arm over Darcy’s shoulders on the headboard, making more room for her in her bed. He knew that he took up quite a bit of space, and wanted to make sure that she was comfortable as she watched the movie, his arm somewhat draped around her.

“His name is rock? Is he a rock creature like Korg is? Otherwise, that is a terrible and misleading name.”


Darcy laughed, settling in and honestly really enjoying the way his arm draped over her shoulders. He was so warm, like a freaking furnace, and it was likely only a matter of time before she started getting drowsy. Hopefully the ridiculous amount of sugar she’d ingested would help stave that off.

“He is definitely not a rock creature,” she said. She had no idea who Korg was, but obviously he was made of rock. “It’s kind of a nickname. He was a professional wrestler for a few years and he took the name ‘The Rock’ as a tribute to his father, whose name was Rocky. He’s strictly an actor now, though. And huge. Like, the man is ridiculously popular and it’s only a little because he’s built like he regularly bench presses freight trains.” Kind of like a certain God of Thunder letting her snuggle up against him. Between the two, she knew who she would pick.


“That is a terrible nickname,” Thor said after a moment, “That would be like if I had decided that I needed a hero name-- you know, like Captain or Iron Man, but instead I called myself--- Odi or something. It would be strange.” He shot a look to Darcy, a little pang of unexplained jealousy as she spoke about the Rock’s build.

“Ah, but I can literally bench press freight trains,” He commented, a little smirk across his features as he puffed his chest out slightly. “If this Rock were to come here, I would smash him. He is puny.” He said confidently.


‘Odi’ made Darcy think of Garfield and his dumb dog friend- and how much her grandmother had loved that stupid comic strip when Darcy was a little girl. It was a good memory. Even though her grandmother had passed years ago, remembering the little things never failed to make her smile

“It’s a good thing he only really used it in the ring then,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “I think you’d be into wrestling, though. It’s fun. It’s completely fake, of course, and so over the top, but that’s part of the charm.”

Darcy couldn’t have missed the chest puffing, mostly because she was leaning right against it. Thor was a man and, like any man, she was willing to bet that he enjoyed having his ego stroked. And it wasn’t as if she’d be lying if she did anyways… Darcy had admitted from the get-go that she thought Thor was stupidly attractive and she knew for a fact (thanks Jane) that he had those things- that V shaped muscle thing- that made smart girls turn stupid, which… guh. Just guh.

She had to get off that train of thought before she did something stupid instead of just thinking about it.

“I don’t doubt you could smash him into next Tuesday,” she laughed, sneakily slipping the arm trapped between them behind his back. “Might even be fun to watch.” And then her brain went down the rabbit hole… Dwayne Johnson and Thor, God of Thunder. Lightly oiled and glistening, dressed like Ancient Greek wrestlers (by which she meant not dressed at all), and locked in hand-to-hand combat…

Darcy cleared her throat and shifted her hips slightly before pressing the play button on her remote, hoping the movement would distract her from these suddenly indecent thoughts. “But just watch. Puny he is not.”


Listening to Darcy talk about this wrestling thing had intrigued Thor at first, but with her description, he couldn’t help but think about the Gamemaster’s Tournament on Sakaar. How Hulk had been forced to kill any unfortunate creature that had shown up on that garbage world, and how he’d been pitted against others, barely surviving on the fact that he was neigh immortal. His muscles tightened slightly, as his body reacted to the unpleasant memory, and the remembrance of all he lost during that time. He brow was furrowed slightly, but he attempted to push it out of his mind, and focus on the fact that Darcy seemed more firmly planted against him than before. The comfort radiating from her was nice.

“I was once in a ring,” he mentioned, trying to sound casual, but failing to do so. “I was a champion, don’t let Banner say otherwise.” It was meant to be a joke, but his tone and his face were all wrong.

“He is puny, he is mortal.” Thor said casually, a little smirk coming across his features. He tilted his head, seeking more comfort from the girl next to him, and tilted his head against hers. It was nice… not to be alone in his own head for once. “I am much bigger than he is.”


Darcy felt Thor tense and immediately began rubbing the parts of his back and side that she could reach with the hand she’d snaked behind him. She hoped it was comforting and not irritating, because nothing was worse than being touched when that was the last thing you wanted. He didn’t seem to mind it, even going so far as to rest his head against hers, so she kept it up.

“I can’t argue that,” she admitted. Thor was so much larger than most people, in all the best ways. Not just physically, though he definitely was, but in personality, in his capacity to care, to protect. Yeah, maybe he was right… Mortals were puny compared to him, herself included.

But then something struck her. Darcy tilted her head so she could look at him, her own smirk spreading across her lips. “But can you smolder?”


Darcy’s touch was relaxing as he allowed himself to get lost in the show and distract himself from the darker thoughts that swirled in his mind. It was comforting and grounding to have her against him, someone was there. It was… unfamiliar and comforting. He let out a small sigh.

He pulled away from her slightly confused, “Smolder? Of course I can.” He laughed. He had no idea what a smolder was, but he wasn’t going to admit to not doing something. He pulled away and stared down at her face, “You show me it first.”


… Could he be more adorable? Darcy didn't think so. And if he could, she didn't know if she could handle it. She just wasn't made to withstand that sort of charm.

She sat up a little straighter when Thor pulled back. She left the hand that had drifted from his side to the small of his back in place so she could continue to draw nonsensical patterns on him with her fingers. It meant using her left hand to push her hair out of her face, and there were rocks smarter than that hand, but keeping that extra bit of connection was worth it.

"Actually, I'm not sure I can," she laughed. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything resembling success."

Darcy cleared her throat and did her best to appear intense, focused, sexy as hell- the main flavors of a good smolder… She probably veered more toward silly than sexy or even sultry, but it was the best she could do.


Thor focused for a moment on Darcy's face shifted. He couldn't quite place all of the subtleties of the expression, but he didn't mind starting at her face over much… it was a nice face.

"I think you looked fine." Thor nodded at her, a bit of an encouraging smirk on his face. He grinned down at her, and attempted to make something like the somewhat emotionally muddied face of his friend.

"Good?"


Darcy’s heart did a weird little jump that she tried not to think too hard about, even as she could feel her cheeks heat up. What the hell, body? Why u do dis?

"Fantastic," she answered, grinning from ear to ear. "I think we can up the intensity, though, with the right example. And for that, we have to turn to our pal The Rock."


“I will not call him The Rock,” Thor said, almost in the tone of a petulant child, committed to being wrong just to get their way. “If anything, I will call him The Flesh, because he is a human and not a Kronan warrior.”

He was still looking downwards at Darcy though, and noticed the slight shift in colors to a slightly pinker version. He tilted his head in thought, his eyebrows knitted slightly in worry. “You are changing colors. Are you ill?”



"Why don't we just call him Dwayne, then?" Made sense. It was his name. The Flesh sounded a little too… romance novel-y to her, where they were always going on about 'heated flesh' and 'kiss-bruised lips'... Seriously, if someone was kissing you so hard your lips were bruised afterwards- girl, run.

Darcy chuckled, leaning in to press her forehead against his shoulder for just a moment. "I'm fine, seriously. I'm just super pale, so you can see blushes and stuff way better. Wait until you see me get embarrassed. I do a great impression of a ripe tomato."


“That is acceptable.” Thor said shortly, “But that is also a stupid name. I see why he would want to change it.” Thor was just not a fan of the man who Darcy was fond of. There was no real reason, he’d only found out the man existed.

When Darcy tucked her forehead against his shoulder, He adjusted his arms to pull her just a little closer to him. “Why are you blushing?” There was a tone of concern in his voice, but also a slight tinge of amusement. “It is... “ He paused, thinking of words, “It is not a bad look for you.”


Why was she blushing? Because he was charming and handsome and hot and in her bed and making her think about cheesy Bodice Rippers. And it would be so easy to imagine herself as one of those heroines, in a corset with her bosom barely contained and her hair everywhere and him with his laced shirt coming apart and breeches tight in all the right places and…

GUH. JUST GUH.

And it wasn't like she could tell him any of that. How the hell would she even phrase it??

"I just… had a thought and it happens sometimes, that's all. Nothing bad, promise." The rosy tinge to her cheeks deepened just a bit.


“Ookay…” Thor said gently, but didn’t pay anymore attention. He kept his arm tight around her, and shifted slightly, to better watch the movie instead of staring down at Darcy’s face… which had been rather distracting, hadn’t it? He continued to steal glances at it, every once in a while, to make sure that she was as okay as she had said that she was.


The color in Darcy's cheeks faded slowly as she turned her attention away (reluctantly) from the man beside her to the movie playing. It was easier to forget her Bodice Ripper daydreams once the action got started… But the character introductions and the reveal of the Smolder move for Dr. Smolder Bravestone reminded her all over again.

"Oh! That's it!" Darcy grabbed the remote and reversed to the beginning of the scene. "That's a smolder. Classic example."


Thor watched the scene with a bit of a scowl, simply because it was The Flesh, and he was not a fan of him. He laughed though, and once again his chest was puffed out a bit more than usual. “Oh, well, mine was way better than that. Remember?” He said with a bit of a smirk, before flashing her his best ‘smolder’ look again.


There was that weird little thump again. She was going to have to see someone about that.

"That is a pretty damn good smolder," Darcy said, narrowing her eyes in pretend thought. "I'm going to have to see more of it to really make a determination." She was teasing, of course, but anything to see Thor in a better mood than he'd been in the last few weeks.


Seeing more of it clearly meant that he just needed to get closer to her face, because that was the problem right? She needed to see it better, and clearly that meant moving closer. Not that he had any ulterior motives for wanting to get that close to her. Nope.

He smirk, and attempted to keep his smoldering look, even as he shifted to move his face closer to her. “Decided yet?” He asked.


The movie was all but forgotten. Darcy shifted just a tiny bit closer, her heart thundering in her chest. "Yeah, I think I have," she said breathily.


“Oh,” Thor breathed for a moment. There was a hammering in his chest now, as he realized just how close their faces were. He licked his lips, suddenly dry as his eyes drifted towards hers. It was suddenly so very warm in the space between them.

“And?” There was something strange in his voice, a meaning that lingered just behind the singular word. He let out a small sigh.


Darcy was sure the tension between them could be cut with a knife. She licked her lips, eyes flicking back and forth between his, one so intensely blue, the other soft and brown, and his mouth.

"And… if you don't say no right now, I'm totally going to kiss you."


There was something that clicked in his head when Darcy said that. He had been thinking about it, naturally, but he hadn’t actually thought to do it until she said it. There was a soft noise that fell from his throat, and he bridged the very slight gap between him to brush his lips against hers.

As the skin on their lips touched, there were sparks… literal, tiny sparks that moved between the two of them, just enough to be slightly tingly as they kissed.


Kissing Thor was like licking a 9 volt battery. Darcy could feel the literal electricity zip between them, making her lips tingle and her hair stand on end from the left over static. It was…

Shit, she had no idea how to describe it, even to herself.

Darcy reached up and cupped Thor's cheek as she maneuvered just a little bit closer. The angle was weird and she wasn't completely happy with it, but the alternative was to stop kissing and that she wasn't going to happen. Not yet.


The tip of a smile shifted his lips as he felt her hand come to his cheek, he wasn’t going to stop kissing her at all, but there was an amusement to the movement. He was no stranger to snuggling with or being affectionate with Darcy, but this was a different, stranger side to their relationship that he hadn’t explored.

When she tried to move closer, Thor shifted the arm around her to pull her into him, his eyes closing for a moment. He pulled away slightly, just a breath. “Darcy…” He wasn’t sure what to say, but he flexed his arm to squeeze her slightly, not wanting her to think that he hadn’t wanted this.


Darcy nipped at his lips as he pulled away, wanting to thread her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him back… But the breather was probably a good idea. She didn't like it, but it was good.

"This is not how I thought this evening would go," she said, a slight giggle in her voice. "I am definitely not complaining, though."


When Darcy laughed, Thor followed suit, laughing along with her. He rubbed her arm as they spoke though, finding that he didn’t want to stop touching her. “Are you sure?” He teased slightly, “You didn’t intend to lure me into your bed with movies and candies with the intentions to kiss me? You’ve been plotting this since you’ve tased me, I know.”


"Well…" she teased, deciding if touching was a thing that was going to keep happening, she was going to be comfortable. Darcy sat up on her knees and then swung one leg over Thor's so she was straddling him and sitting on his lap. "I mean… I did basically say I wanted to get my lips on you right after you got hit by the truck." Because the offer to perform CPR hadn't been entirely altruistic once she'd seen how hot he was.


Thor’s expression changed to one of slight surprise when Darcy moved away, and then was suddenly on top of him. It was definitely... . well, Thor had feelings about the position change. He smirked, though, when she had admitted that she’d wanted to put her lips on him since day one.

He leaned up slightly, and pressed his lips against hers more firmly than the first time, nipping at her bottom lip. “This is what they call the ‘Long Con’ yes?” He chuckled softly.


Darcy closed her eyes as their lips met again, sighing into the kiss. "Absolutely." So long a con that she never thought she would ever in a million years be in this position.

She gave into the temptation to run her hands through his hair and used the opportunity to settle more firmly on his lap. "And so you've fallen into my trap. Hope you're comfortable because you're going nowhere for a long time."