Marvel 7 minutes in Heaven

A Key Chain-Thor

As you felt around the bag, Tony started to get impatient.

"Would you hurry up and pick something? The rest of us want a turn as well, you know," he snapped. You glared at him.

"Calm down, geez. Blöde Ziege. I'm picking." You grabbed the next thing you touched and pulled it out. "A key chain? Who-oh, I get it." You turned it over to see a lightning bolt on the front. "All right, Thor, let's go."

"Me? Oh, ok then. Go ahead, Lady Y/n." Damn, that accent is sexy, you thought as Thor put down the pop-tart he was holding and followed you into the small closet. Once you were inside, you turned to him.

"So what do you wanna do?"

"Well, I don't quite understand how this game works. Stark wasn't very clear. Could you explain it to me, Lady Y/n?" He was so adorable and innocent.

"Well, we basically have to stay in this closet for the next seven minutes. Usually people make out or talk or whatever. You mean you've never played this game before?" You laughed slightly.

"You have a very beautiful laugh, Lady Y/n. And no, we played different games on Asgard. I am still confused. How does one "make out"?" He asked, no hint of guile in his voice.

He couldn't be serious. He had to be messing with you. You felt yourself blushing, and thanked (insert deity here) it was so dark. "Well, it's kind of like kissing, but more- well- it's-" you stammered, unsure of how to answer.

"Why don't you show me, Lady Y/n?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You couldn't have heard him correctly. Did the god of thunder just ask to make out with you?

"Show me how. Didn't you say that's how you play this game?" You were sure he was messing with you now, but you decided to play along.

"Come here then," you said, putting one hand on his cheek. He stepped forward and put a hand on your waist and the other on your lower back. Your hands went into his hair, pulling him down to you as you lifted your lips to meet his.

The kiss started out sweet. Then you bit his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He complied, and you explored his mouth with your tongue. He responded eagerly, dipping you backwards while supporting you with his hands on your back. When you pulled that key chain out of the bag, you hoped to maybe get a kiss from the muscular god of thunder, but you never expected something like this. You certainly weren't complaining, however.

When he finally set you upright and pulled away, you were shocked. "I thought you said you didn't know how to make out, Thor," you said flirtatiously.

"I may have mislead you slightly, Lady Y/n. I am very sorry. Please do not be too angry at me?" He sounded so guilty. You laughed.

"How could I be mad after that? You're so adorable." Oh shit, did I say that out loud?

"Why thank you, Lady Y/n. May I ask you something?"

"O-of course, Thor. Anything."

"Can we do that again? If you don't want to, that is fine as well." He sounded more flustered than you had ever heard him before.

That alone was enough to make you pull him into another kiss. Just as it was getting heated, Tony threw the door open.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

You pulled away from Thor slightly and glared at Tony. "Fick dich, du nutzloses Schwein." Grabbing Thor's hand, you led him back into the living room. Nat had already picked, and Tony was trying to get her into the closet with Clint while she was glaring at him.

"Hey Tasha, come on. It won't be that bad," Clint said nonchalantly.

You sent Nat a wink. You knew about her crush on Clint, and you knew she needed a push to make a move. "Yeah, Nat, go on. It's only seven minutes."

"Fine," she huffed, giving in. "But Tony, watch your back." With that, she stomped into the closet after Clint and slammed the door.

As you sat down, you whispered in Thor's ear. "Go on a date with me next Friday?"

"Only if we can make out again," he whispered back.

German translation: 1. Stupid goat 2. Fuck you, you useless pig.

A/N: Sorry, this is a really bad chapter. I don't write for Thor very well.