Marvel Imagines

Thor Odinson ➳ Vines Compilation

A/N: i rise from the dead and mb there's one endgame spoiler.

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As Thor walked through the Avengers HQ, he was holding up his recently bought phone (originally, he wanted a raven) and pressed on the camera icon to start recording some videos. "Greetings! This is Thor of Asgard, and today I am recording a little something that I hope you would like." He introduced himself as he took the phone to where he last saw his teammates.

"Hey, Tony." Thor called as he tried to suppress his giggles and snickers so he wouldn't be suspected of having a trick up his sleeve.

Tony was in his lab, studying his blue prints as he flipped over the pages in a worn out book, analyzing and studying it. "What?" He looked up from his blue screens as it retracted away into its respective places.

"Hold this." Thor held up the Mjölnir for Tony who was still skimming through the tattered book.

Muttering a quiet okay, he reached up to the handle of the hammer, and the second Tony's fingers gripped it, it pulled him down to the ground. "AAAAHH!" He cried out, trying to defy the hammer's pull but ended up falling face first.

Thor took his hammer back and went dashing through the hall, his laughs following him as he escaped whatever Tony was about to do to him. "I'm going to ban pop tarts from all markets, and you know I can do that!" Tony called after the running Thor as he threw a bunch of steel tools at him.

"Oh, no," Thor muttered quietly, narrowly dodging a tool or two that came so close to his head.

He continued down the hallway when he spotted Bruce sitting alone reading a book as he sipped from a white tea cup. "Hey, Bruce!" Thor boomed, jogging over to where Bruce was.

"Hm?" Bruce hummed as he turned to face thor from the cup of tea, nose still engrossed in the book.

"Hold this." Thor shoved the hammer into Bruce's hand, and as soon as Thor let go of it, the hammer dragged Bruce down, knocking over the table as the tea cup went flying and landed on Bruce's head who was now lying on the floor.

"AHHHAH!" Bruce screamed angrily, his skin turning green as he hulked out. He grabbed hold of Thor's ankle and went bashing him on the ground as Thor held his phone for dear life, dramatic tears escaping his eyes in a great quantity.

"I APOLOGIZE!" Thor dragged the words out of his mouth as it was hard to breath in the state he was in, extending every syllable with him.

Unimpressed, Hulk swung Thor's body one last time and threw him out of one of the windows, Thor doing multiple barrel wheels as he called out for his hammer to help him.

Thor raised his hands up with the phone, "Okay, that was unexpected." He pursed his lips amid fall as he waited for Mjölnir to arrive.

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Walking away from the catastrophic scene, Thor spotted Steve reading a newspaper while carefully sipping on hot tea.

"Hey, Steve." Thor breathed out, his body a little sore of what had happened earlier. He

"Yes?" Steve set his newspaper on his lap, bending forward to place the cup of tea back on the table.

"Hold this," Thor snickered as he held his hammer up for Steve.

Steve reached up for it, holding it effortlessly in the palm of his hand. "What about it?" He asked Thor, staring at him with questioning eyes.

"Oh my--," Thor slowly covered his mouth, eyes never leaving Steve's hand.

Not even seconds later, Steve's eyes widened when he realised what he was holding and quickly let go of the hammer which fell in between his thighs, making a hole in the newspaper.

The footage of that clip went hazy at the end as it was abruptly cut short by Thor.

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"Hello, this is Thor again, and I'm giving this a second shot," Thor smiled at the camera, giving it a little wave.

"Hey, lady (y/n)!"

"Hey!" You smiled, looking up at Thor who was holding the phone in one hand and the other was behind his back.

"Hold this," he hastily handed you the hammer, giving you no room to think as you automatically held your hands up together.

"Wh--," you started, but a heavy heave left your lips due to trying to hold up the hammer though it you down with it. "I should've seen that coming," you huffed, pouting at the giggling Thor.

Thor took off searching for more targets to mess around with. He went down to the next level, passing a few rooms until he spotted Clint practicing.

"Hey, Clint."

"Hey, man," Clint gave Thor a quick glance as he shot an arrow, hitting the target in the middle. "Bullseye."

"Ooh, hold this."

"Why? Is this some sort of a prank?" He asked warily as he pulled out another arrow from his quiver, shooting it.

"Just hold it," Thor pressed.

Clint held is hand up for whatever Thor was going to give him, but the moment Thor placed the hammer on Clint's palm, it pulled him down, arrows scattering all around him.

"I still think that there must be some magic trick to lift it." He puffed his cheeks, trying to lift it off his palm.

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"Hey, Natasha."

"Nope."

"...Okay."

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"Hey, Peter."

"What is it, Mr. Thor?" Peter looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

"Catch this," Thor threw the hammer across the room, flying towards Peter. He, without any hesitation, quickly shot a web at the hammer to catch it. Instead of Peter halting the hammer to a stop, it dragged Peter all around the building.

And that was how Peter became the laugh of the Avengers 2k19™.

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A/N: also everyone lives in this book no matter what c:
++ if you have dumb, funny ideas for requests, feel free to drop them on this chpt, and I might write sum
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