ThunderIron Drabbles
Title: ThunderIron Drabbles
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Thor/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: thor's a warning by himself
Summary: collection of Thor and tony drabbles done for fun.
ThunderIron: Jealousy
"I am not normally the jealous kind." Thor growled out, the sound like thunder in his chest, and Tony squirmed where Thor had pinned him against the elevator wall. "But that spectacle managed to rouse the emotion in me."
"There're other things I wanna rouse in you~" Tony said playful, surprise when Thor cut him off with a snarl, blue eyes sparking with lightening.
"Silence, Anthony." His voice was low and serious and Tony squirmed again because it was a fucking turn on. "I am benevolent, but do not mistake me for peaceful, or gentle." Tony could only groan roughly, let Thor press him harder to the wall. "If I ever witness you intimate with another not myself, you will not find me so beautiful."
Tony nodded dumbly, thrumming against Thor with energy, wanting to be fucked nownownow because the god just made it so enticing. He decided he liked the jealousy, and would be sure to shove his tongue down some socialites throat again in the near future.
ThunderIron: Hands
Thor has big, thick, calloused hands. His fingers are long and strong, his palms rough and wide. Each knuckle is sharp, each nail short and forgotten.
Despite the largeness of his hands though, they are deft and dexterous. They are gentle and soft.
Sometimes Thor's hands pin Tony's wrists above his head. Sometimes his hands grip his hips. Sometimes his hands rest gentle on the back of Tony's head while his mouth works, or smooth down his thighs, or picks him up as easily as though he were a child.
Thor hands are large and clumsy looking, but they are kind.
ThunderIron: River
Thor sunk all the way into the clear, cool water. He could feel little fish brushing past his ankles, stones smooth beneath the soles of his feet. When he surfaced, he turned to Tony and grinned, waving to him. "Come in, Anthony. The water is fine!" He boomed, hoping to spur the genius from where he'd lay his blanket out on the rivers' shore, eying the water with mistrust.
"I'd rather not. That doesn't look sanitary." Tony's nose wrinkled slightly, and Thor couldn't help his surprised laugh.
"Did you not play in the wilds as a boy?" He questioned. His own childhood had been full of such amusements, running in and among forests, testing his strength, hunting. Tony raised an eyebrow.
"I'm an american rich kid that treats robots like people. Do you really think I got out much?" He leaned back on his elbows, watching Thor as he walked from the river, slick and dripping wet, muscles gleaming.
"You did not venture out as a child?" He asked, eyes glinting with lightening, suddenly playful where Tony was reluctant. He dragged the billionaire by his ankles and hefted him over his shoulder, carrying him into the water. Booming laughter scared birds from their perches as Tony came up spluttering.
"Let us make up for lost time, hm?"
ThunderIron: Crossdressing
"Anthony." Thor said from outside the bathroom door, trying to keep the exasperation from his tone. Biting his lip to withhold a snicker. "Anthony please."
"No." Came Tony's voice from in side the washroom, muffled and distinctly miffed. "I look like an idiot, and I hate you."
"Anthony." Thor tried for authoritativeness Cajoling had failed, impatience, bribery, trickery had failed. If he truly wanted he could have had his lover's computer butler pull up a video feed, but that really wasn't the point. "You lost the bet. I've never known you to cower before anything for fear of looking like a fool."
Tony sighed, and the door clicked open. He was wearing Asgardian ladies armour, the breast plate accentuating assets he didn't have, hugging uncomfortably close to his thighs, red and brown gleaming leather and plates.
Thor drew in a quick breath, and tried not to smile. Instead he slid his hand up Tony's leather clad leg. "See, Anthony?" He whispered, and Tony was having a hard time keeping his glare up. "Now all the fun is in getting this off."
ThunderIron: Lies
"You lied to me?" Thor demanded sharply, hands tight on Tony's shoulders, everything about him thunderous.
Tony dismissed his anger airily, smiling. "As I often do, point break, so need to get your cape in a twist."
"Cape in --" Thor repeated, eyes wide, like he wasn't even sure how to feel any more. "Anthony you fool, but for your lies! You nearly got yourself killed."
Tony snorted, fingers curling around Thor's wrists when his hands grew tight, his Asgardian power bruising. "An occupational hazard, Thor." He said lightly.
Thor sighed, admitting defeat because Tony just didn't want to listen. Instead he pulled him into a crushing hug, nose buried in Tony's dark hair, on hand settling lightly on his lower back. "No more lies, Anthony." He warned. Tony snuffled into his shoulder, but his answer was unintelligible "And do not ever give me cause for such a fright again."
ThunderIron: Spiders
There are spiders between them. Thick, ugly, woolly black spiders with webs that cling and hold fast. They have brief moments of understanding, moments when they break through the webs, and whatever is left between them is pure and true. But the spiders always return, always cast their silk webs back around Tony, stringing him up and waiting for when the moment is right to suck him dry.
The spiders have always been there, crawling at his feet, holding him back, away, apart. But it's not until Tony wants, truly wants to make something, this, whatever it is, work, that the webs get into his mouth and choke him and all he can do is plead with Thor to understand.
The Asgardian, bless him, is patient, and has many spiders of his own.
ThunderIron: Kidnap
"Excuse me, tall blonde and ridiculously burly." Tony snarked, fingers fisting in cheap cotton sheets, the bed creaking under him. His kidnapper turned, and entirely too friendly expression on his face. "If you want to ransom me or get me to pay for my own release, you're going about it the entirely wrong way." One blonde eyebrow lifted at him in confusion. "You know. You're supposed to rough me up a little. Leave some bruises."
"You wish for me to hurt you?" The kidnapper asked dubiously.
"Not precisely, no."
The other man shrugged, and Tony could see the muscles rippling beneath the skin of his shoulders. His mouth went dry. "Then I will not hurt you." He turned his back to him, arms folded behind him, long golden hair spilling over his shoulder. Tony crept over the creaky bed, and placed one hand on the man's hips.
"Say, mr..."
"Odinson."
"Odinson." Tony purred. "I'm sure you wanted me for something very important." He ignored his answering nod. "Money, fame, all that stuff. But I'm sure we could come to a much more..." He paused and let his hand slip lower, around the curve of his leg to rest on his inner thigh. He could feel Odinson tense and shiver. "More satisfying agreement, don't you?"
Odinson turned to him with a million megawatt smile. "That I do, Anthony Stark."
ThunderIron: Aphrodisiac
Tony squirmed and arched. He felt like he was shaking apart, like all the sinews of his muscles were stretched thin, like his brain had turned to mush. He was dimly aware he was crying, but couldn't think of why he should be ashamed of this when the thick length filling him again and again with sharp measured thrust felt like all seven rings of heaven.
"Peace Anthony." Thor rumbled above him, gripping his hips. Tony didn't know what peace meant, didn't care. No so long as Thor kept moving, kept driving inside him. Kept making him mewl and whimper, and curse and praise Thor until he forget how to breathe. He decided he like and hated asgardian drugs with every fiber of his being.
ThunderIron: Music
"Anthony, your music is offensive." Thor bellows over the wailing of Black Sabbath. Tony raises a single amused eye brow at the god.
"What was that, old man?" He teases, just to rub it in that Thor was already cracking boulders with his head when dinosaurs were still roaming the earth. "Too loud for ya?"
Thor grins, an expression that's almost devious, but mostly playful. "Loud, no?" He wraps thick arms around Tony's shoulders. "It is simply that this hideous excuse for music is like unto listening to Baldr recite his poetry."
Tony mock gasps. "Did you just call my classic rock crap?" Thor grins, as though to ask "what cha goin' do about it?" And Tony smiles back. "Those are fighting words, Thor God of Thunder!"
ThunderIron: Eyes
Thor can't explain, exactly, the emotions that he sees in Tony's eyes. It's like a kaleidoscope of colours, a myriad of things, in those moments between masks, when he's vulnerable, when he's ungaurded.
There's hatred there. At himself, and others, at the worlds. There's pain, and regret, and self deprecation. There's humour, and there's weariness.
There's child like fear. And Thor wants to take him, hold him. Whisper stories in his ear until he forgets.
For all that though, Tony would never let him. There's a million, a hundred million, trillions of different emotions in Tony eyes. Each little facet like diamonds, showing another crack in his facade. And through all of that, Tony smiles. And tells him not to worry about it.
If Thor looks at Tony's eyes in those moments of dismissal, he can see Tony screaming for help.
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Thor/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: thor's a warning by himself
Summary: collection of Thor and tony drabbles done for fun.
ThunderIron: Jealousy
"I am not normally the jealous kind." Thor growled out, the sound like thunder in his chest, and Tony squirmed where Thor had pinned him against the elevator wall. "But that spectacle managed to rouse the emotion in me."
"There're other things I wanna rouse in you~" Tony said playful, surprise when Thor cut him off with a snarl, blue eyes sparking with lightening.
"Silence, Anthony." His voice was low and serious and Tony squirmed again because it was a fucking turn on. "I am benevolent, but do not mistake me for peaceful, or gentle." Tony could only groan roughly, let Thor press him harder to the wall. "If I ever witness you intimate with another not myself, you will not find me so beautiful."
Tony nodded dumbly, thrumming against Thor with energy, wanting to be fucked nownownow because the god just made it so enticing. He decided he liked the jealousy, and would be sure to shove his tongue down some socialites throat again in the near future.
ThunderIron: Hands
Thor has big, thick, calloused hands. His fingers are long and strong, his palms rough and wide. Each knuckle is sharp, each nail short and forgotten.
Despite the largeness of his hands though, they are deft and dexterous. They are gentle and soft.
Sometimes Thor's hands pin Tony's wrists above his head. Sometimes his hands grip his hips. Sometimes his hands rest gentle on the back of Tony's head while his mouth works, or smooth down his thighs, or picks him up as easily as though he were a child.
Thor hands are large and clumsy looking, but they are kind.
ThunderIron: River
Thor sunk all the way into the clear, cool water. He could feel little fish brushing past his ankles, stones smooth beneath the soles of his feet. When he surfaced, he turned to Tony and grinned, waving to him. "Come in, Anthony. The water is fine!" He boomed, hoping to spur the genius from where he'd lay his blanket out on the rivers' shore, eying the water with mistrust.
"I'd rather not. That doesn't look sanitary." Tony's nose wrinkled slightly, and Thor couldn't help his surprised laugh.
"Did you not play in the wilds as a boy?" He questioned. His own childhood had been full of such amusements, running in and among forests, testing his strength, hunting. Tony raised an eyebrow.
"I'm an american rich kid that treats robots like people. Do you really think I got out much?" He leaned back on his elbows, watching Thor as he walked from the river, slick and dripping wet, muscles gleaming.
"You did not venture out as a child?" He asked, eyes glinting with lightening, suddenly playful where Tony was reluctant. He dragged the billionaire by his ankles and hefted him over his shoulder, carrying him into the water. Booming laughter scared birds from their perches as Tony came up spluttering.
"Let us make up for lost time, hm?"
ThunderIron: Crossdressing
"Anthony." Thor said from outside the bathroom door, trying to keep the exasperation from his tone. Biting his lip to withhold a snicker. "Anthony please."
"No." Came Tony's voice from in side the washroom, muffled and distinctly miffed. "I look like an idiot, and I hate you."
"Anthony." Thor tried for authoritativeness Cajoling had failed, impatience, bribery, trickery had failed. If he truly wanted he could have had his lover's computer butler pull up a video feed, but that really wasn't the point. "You lost the bet. I've never known you to cower before anything for fear of looking like a fool."
Tony sighed, and the door clicked open. He was wearing Asgardian ladies armour, the breast plate accentuating assets he didn't have, hugging uncomfortably close to his thighs, red and brown gleaming leather and plates.
Thor drew in a quick breath, and tried not to smile. Instead he slid his hand up Tony's leather clad leg. "See, Anthony?" He whispered, and Tony was having a hard time keeping his glare up. "Now all the fun is in getting this off."
ThunderIron: Lies
"You lied to me?" Thor demanded sharply, hands tight on Tony's shoulders, everything about him thunderous.
Tony dismissed his anger airily, smiling. "As I often do, point break, so need to get your cape in a twist."
"Cape in --" Thor repeated, eyes wide, like he wasn't even sure how to feel any more. "Anthony you fool, but for your lies! You nearly got yourself killed."
Tony snorted, fingers curling around Thor's wrists when his hands grew tight, his Asgardian power bruising. "An occupational hazard, Thor." He said lightly.
Thor sighed, admitting defeat because Tony just didn't want to listen. Instead he pulled him into a crushing hug, nose buried in Tony's dark hair, on hand settling lightly on his lower back. "No more lies, Anthony." He warned. Tony snuffled into his shoulder, but his answer was unintelligible "And do not ever give me cause for such a fright again."
ThunderIron: Spiders
There are spiders between them. Thick, ugly, woolly black spiders with webs that cling and hold fast. They have brief moments of understanding, moments when they break through the webs, and whatever is left between them is pure and true. But the spiders always return, always cast their silk webs back around Tony, stringing him up and waiting for when the moment is right to suck him dry.
The spiders have always been there, crawling at his feet, holding him back, away, apart. But it's not until Tony wants, truly wants to make something, this, whatever it is, work, that the webs get into his mouth and choke him and all he can do is plead with Thor to understand.
The Asgardian, bless him, is patient, and has many spiders of his own.
ThunderIron: Kidnap
"Excuse me, tall blonde and ridiculously burly." Tony snarked, fingers fisting in cheap cotton sheets, the bed creaking under him. His kidnapper turned, and entirely too friendly expression on his face. "If you want to ransom me or get me to pay for my own release, you're going about it the entirely wrong way." One blonde eyebrow lifted at him in confusion. "You know. You're supposed to rough me up a little. Leave some bruises."
"You wish for me to hurt you?" The kidnapper asked dubiously.
"Not precisely, no."
The other man shrugged, and Tony could see the muscles rippling beneath the skin of his shoulders. His mouth went dry. "Then I will not hurt you." He turned his back to him, arms folded behind him, long golden hair spilling over his shoulder. Tony crept over the creaky bed, and placed one hand on the man's hips.
"Say, mr..."
"Odinson."
"Odinson." Tony purred. "I'm sure you wanted me for something very important." He ignored his answering nod. "Money, fame, all that stuff. But I'm sure we could come to a much more..." He paused and let his hand slip lower, around the curve of his leg to rest on his inner thigh. He could feel Odinson tense and shiver. "More satisfying agreement, don't you?"
Odinson turned to him with a million megawatt smile. "That I do, Anthony Stark."
ThunderIron: Aphrodisiac
Tony squirmed and arched. He felt like he was shaking apart, like all the sinews of his muscles were stretched thin, like his brain had turned to mush. He was dimly aware he was crying, but couldn't think of why he should be ashamed of this when the thick length filling him again and again with sharp measured thrust felt like all seven rings of heaven.
"Peace Anthony." Thor rumbled above him, gripping his hips. Tony didn't know what peace meant, didn't care. No so long as Thor kept moving, kept driving inside him. Kept making him mewl and whimper, and curse and praise Thor until he forget how to breathe. He decided he like and hated asgardian drugs with every fiber of his being.
ThunderIron: Music
"Anthony, your music is offensive." Thor bellows over the wailing of Black Sabbath. Tony raises a single amused eye brow at the god.
"What was that, old man?" He teases, just to rub it in that Thor was already cracking boulders with his head when dinosaurs were still roaming the earth. "Too loud for ya?"
Thor grins, an expression that's almost devious, but mostly playful. "Loud, no?" He wraps thick arms around Tony's shoulders. "It is simply that this hideous excuse for music is like unto listening to Baldr recite his poetry."
Tony mock gasps. "Did you just call my classic rock crap?" Thor grins, as though to ask "what cha goin' do about it?" And Tony smiles back. "Those are fighting words, Thor God of Thunder!"
ThunderIron: Eyes
Thor can't explain, exactly, the emotions that he sees in Tony's eyes. It's like a kaleidoscope of colours, a myriad of things, in those moments between masks, when he's vulnerable, when he's ungaurded.
There's hatred there. At himself, and others, at the worlds. There's pain, and regret, and self deprecation. There's humour, and there's weariness.
There's child like fear. And Thor wants to take him, hold him. Whisper stories in his ear until he forgets.
For all that though, Tony would never let him. There's a million, a hundred million, trillions of different emotions in Tony eyes. Each little facet like diamonds, showing another crack in his facade. And through all of that, Tony smiles. And tells him not to worry about it.
If Thor looks at Tony's eyes in those moments of dismissal, he can see Tony screaming for help.