Jane Fonda, 1960s

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Jane Fonda smoking on top of a piano from Good Housekeeping magazine.

Truce | Thor Odinson

summary: as a member of the Valkyries, your job is to watch Thor for the Grand master. One day you prance around the room wearing Thor’s helmet and he bashfully catches you. 

a/n: small Thor blurb for you all! I’ve noticed there aren’t many Thor fics out there and I found this really cute gif that I thought would make a cute story :) 

warnings: none 

word count: 500

masterlist: (x)

“I am Thor, son of Odin,” you shout, running around the room in Thor’s winged combat helmet, “I have hulking muscles and I think I’m so cool, with my cute little accent.” 

Thor had been sent away for a ‘correctional meeting’, which you knew was just the Grand master’s key word for a meeting to discuss Thor’s upcoming battle against the Hulk. 

You were bored as you waited for him to come back, so you had picked up his helmet to try and entertain yourself for the time being. The only problem was, the helmet was too big and it was screwing up your vision. 

As you run around, you stumble over the leg of one of the chairs, falling to the ground with a loud thud. Pushing yourself up, you hear a small laugh behind you. Quickly turning your head, you see Thor, trying not to be too loud. 

Thor notices you watching him and quickly tries to act cool, leaning against one of the shelves and giving you a sly smile. 

“What’re you doing with my helmet on, y/n?” Thor asks with a smirk, “I’m beginning to think you like me.” 

“I do not. And I’d appreciate it if you’d not make such dramatic, self-centered accusations,” you snap back, quickly removing the helmet. The only thing betraying you was the blush creeping up your cheeks, which Thor spotted easily. 

“Oh, I think you do,” he says, moving closer to you. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you take a small shuffle-step back. 

“I will restrain you, if I have to,” you blurt out, and Thor lets out a throaty laugh. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, darling, I want to offer a truce,” he says quietly, his eyes moving from yours down to your lips. 

You wanted to kiss Thor badly, but you knew that would compromise your job. But if some of the other girls could have relationships, why couldn’t you?!” 

Taking the risk, a small smirk spreads across your face as you take a step closer to him. 

“What kind of truce, Odinson?” 

Thor pauses for a moment before slowly leaning in, cupping your cheek and planting a kiss to your lips. You kiss him back without a moment’s hesitation, leaning into his touch. 

Thor pulls away, and you sigh in disappointment from the loss of contact between you and the devilishly handsome God. 

“I…” you pause, smiling and collecting your thoughts, “I accept your truce. Now go make yourself busy.” you say, trying to keep the authority that you were ordered to have. 

With a chuckle and a wink, Thor exits the room, leaving you to your own thoughts. You stare out the window as you rub your lower lip, still thinking about the kiss you just shared with the Thor Odinson. 

“That man will be the death of me,” you whisper to yourself as the scene of the bustling city below you steals your mind away.

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Chris Hemsworth for Variety Magazine (2019)