TW: Anxiety/panic attack
Thor didn't come back to Earth for missions very often, as he was normally quite busy enough with issues in Asgard as their future king, and with neighboring realms and their preoccupation with fighting each other despite his countless attempts at regaining control. Sometimes he would come back just to get away from that stress for a day or so, almost to reset himself and to get a fresh perspective, finding that your insight had a way of sparking new ideas that he hadn't considered. You were by far his most unconventional friend, even more of a risk taker than Steve on a good day, and it was those things that drew him to you from the very first days after you had met as teammates. Sometimes he would stop by just to make sure that you hadn't brought yourself into harm's way with your recklessness.
One thing that Thor had been kept in the dark about you, however, was your anxiety that gripped you after particularly bad missions. You didn't really want him to know, or to skew his view of you; you didn't want him to know that your perceived recklessness was actually a side effect of it. Steve was a great source of support, as was Tony, and more often than not, it hadn't become a problem that interfered with your life on the team. It was only when they weren't around that you had a harder time settling your mind, and of course, on one of Thor's rare visits, your mind had plans all of its own.
"(Y/N)!" Thor called out from the doorway and up into the living room at the compound. "(Y/N), are you home? I have a question to pose and I need your advice."
"Craaap," you mumbled to yourself, curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs with blankets all but making a fort around you. You were trying to distract yourself with terrible Netflix, but it had yet to work, and you weren't feeling great about your ability to hide this from him.
"FRIDAY, is she home?"
"Yes, (Y/N) is in the living room, but she is not her usual self today," the A.I. answered, almost softly as if it were a secret.
"I'm sorry, not her usual self? I don't understand. Are there alternate versions of her that I have not been made aware of? That seems rather strange-"
See AlsoThor x Reader - NebulaStarrz100 Marvel One Shots✔️ - Little One >> Thor X Readermy guardian || thor x readerDaddy's Little Girl (Thor x Reader) - HanakoSpiritoftheToliet"Thor," you finally relented, calling out to him, "just come up here! I'm fine!"
Trudging up the stairs with his heavy footfall, made even louder by his bounding energy that you both envied and detested, he made short work of the distance between you, kneeling down at your side as he approached the chair. "(Y/N), I find myself agreeing with FRIDAY, in that you look much unlike the (Y/N) that I always love to see greeting me upon my arrival." He gently pulled back one of your blankets, only to find another, and then another. "Have you fallen ill?"
"No, I was just having a rough day and wanted to relax. I like the extra weight of them."
"This one holds the likeness of the Captain's face on it," he smirked, turning back to you with a crooked grin, "are you finding yourself saddened by his absence? How precious."
"Thor, knock it off," you finally snapped, grabbing the cover away, "I found it in one of the storage closets. If you must know," you paused, lifting up another blanket, "this one has the Hulk. I think everyone has one somewhere in this place, after Fury had his first taste of online shopping."
"If you should find mine, I would like to bring it back to Asgard. Prisoners are provided with limited supplies, including a blanket which could be reserved for a very special brother of mine during one of his visits. I'm certain that he would love it."
"I'll let you know," you huffed, pulling the blankets up to your chin. "So, what did you want to ask me?"
"Ah, yes! I nearly forgot." Thor stood again and pushed his cape aside, delving into his pocket to retrieve a small flask of Asgardian mead. He held it out for you to see, but not far enough for you to take so that you might not have any sudden ideas of trying it. It wouldn't be the first time he had made that mistake with you. "Steven had asked of me to bring a new sampling so that he might share with Barnes on one of their Friday evening traverses to the Island of Cones."
See AlsoMarvel Imagines - Thor x Reader"Island of...do you mean...Coney Island?"
"That is what I said. He wishes to repay an age-old debt of cyclonic vomiting as was bestowed upon him by his friend."
"Oh my god, Thor, you're making my head hurt," you groaned, ducking fully under your blankets. "Bucky made Steve ride the Cyclone at Coney Island when they were younger and he threw up everywhere. He's getting him back for it."
"Again, that is exactly what I said. Does your current state of discontent affect your comprehension?"
"You still haven't asked your question, so get on with it so I can get back to my discontent."
Thor jolted as if he had been slapped back into the moment, turning to you with the flask still in hand, "I just need to know where I might keep it so that the Captain will find it and Stark will not try to do something untoward."
"Just put it in his room. FRIDAY will let you in, you know that."
You felt the cushion beneath you shift when he pushed against it to stand, and even though you still had your face effectively shielded from view, you easily sensed when the room was empty again. The momentary distraction of the discussion was great to get you out of your head for a few minutes, but the new silence brought back the images that kept replaying over and over from your own traumatic mission the day before. At first, you were just angry that you were so susceptible to this, and that you could be an Avenger and stand with your teammates, but you couldn't get your own mind under control. Then, you quickly spiraled into a black pit that left you suffocated and cold, and suddenly no number of blankets could protect you. By the time that Thor had returned, you were nearly in a full-blown panic attack again, shaking your self-made fortress away with a tremor that you couldn't stop.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N), what's wrong?"
"Don't leave..." you panted in the heat of adrenaline around you, "just for a few minutes...till I can calm...this down. FRIDAY, can you call Tony? Or...Steve?"
"No, I'm here, and I'm not about to leave," Thor argued, "just tell me that which you need." When you didn't respond fast enough for his liking and his own rising nerves, he pulled the blankets from your face to find you overheating and flushed, making him finally just take them all away. "This may not be the best way to deal with how you're feeling, (Y/N). What else has helped in the past?"
"Distraction usually works," you sighed quietly, "but yesterday was too much...I can't stop thinking about it...what I saw."
Thor nodded as if he understood, but he really didn't have a full grasp on it; he hadn't experienced it for himself, so he couldn't. With a gentle hand, he nudged you so that you would move over to allow him to sit by you, struggling to squeeze his large frame into the small seat. "This isn't working," he muttered to himself, sliding a hand under your legs to lay them over his to make more room. "Nor is this," he finally decided, instead lifting you completely to sit on his lap, "there. Is that better?"
"Um...it's different," you shrugged awkwardly, "but I suppose it is."
"Here, perhaps this will help as well," he smiled, reaching around to remove his cape, bringing it forward to lay across your legs and wrapping it tightly. "It is certainly no Captain America blanket, but it can provide its own comforts."
"It's perfect, Thor, thanks." You leaned back and against his chest, resting your head on him to allow his relaxation to hopefully work for you too. He definitely wasn't as soft and comfortable as the chair had been, but he was comfortable in a different way, and you thought that this might just work.
"Wonderful. Now that we're settled, (Y/N), enlighten me as to this Netflix thing that you speak so highly of." He bent down carefully, making sure to keep his hold on you so that you wouldn't slip, his fingers just barely able to reach the edge of the green Hulk blanket so that he could cover himself as well. When you gave him a skeptical look and a knowing grin, his cheeks reddened just a hint, "we shall never speak of this, (Y/N)."
