Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Thor Odinson X Reader - The Way You Make Me Feel: Requested

A/N - This requests was made by user: Olafismyspiritanimal. I ended up listen to 'The Way You Make Me Feel' by Michael Jackson to inspire this piece. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had been holding back from throwing yourself at Thor since the very first day you had met him. I mean, who could blame you for wanting to kiss the man. He was a solid Six foot something of perfection and you couldn't help the way he left you all breathless and flustered when he would smile at you.

It wasn't until you were at one of Tony's parties that you'd given in to the urge. You'd walked in, dressed in the most beautiful dress you owned and a pair of heels that were way out of your comfort zone, and it was like the men had descended on you like a pack of hyenas. Absolute strangers just smiling and joking with you, leaving you a little lost in the crowd.

You'd only started to feel comfortable again when Thor had made his way over to you, a hand coming to rest on your waist and causing the other men to disperse as quickly as they had gathered. You had attempted to give him a thankful smile, but it had been knocked off of your face when you'd seen him. Obviously, Tony had grown tired of him wearing armour to parties and had taken him out to get him some more appropriate clothing. The suit was practically hugging onto each and every one of his muscles, and you felt your stomach turn over as you continued to stare at him.

"You look-" you uttered, the words trailing off when he snorted.

"I know. It's a ridiculous item of clothing. I have no idea how earth men do it."

A chuckle escaped you, and you quickly shook your head. "No. I was going to say you looked handsome."

"Oh." Thor paused for a moment, looking down at himself. "Thank you." There was a moment of silence as he smiled down at you, his grip on your hip tightening slightly. "You look quite handsome too." The snorting sound that escaped you seemed to catch him off guard, his cheeks turning red and his mouth hanging open as he searched for words. "I didn't mean handsome. I meant pretty, or beautiful. Stunning."

The smile you were giving him seemed to calm his flustered moment, and you quickly shook your head. "Thank you, that's very sweet," you uttered, placing your hand over his where it had continued to rest against your waist. His thumb shifted, running gently over your hip bone. And then you had your lips pressed to his, your hand on the back of his neck to draw him down to your level. Your eyes shot open as you pulled away, caught off guard by your own brash action. "I'm sorry," you murmured, shaking your head as you lowered your gaze from his. 

"Don't be," he started, fingers pulling your chin up so that you would look at him. "I've been trying to build up the courage to do that for months." His lips where against yours a moment later, his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him. 

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