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let the memory heal
Notes: For the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr.
Title: let the memory heal
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: formal
Words: 447 words
let the memory heal
There was always going to be that one thing about being an Avenger that Bruce would never like no matter what. Being an Avenger meant that there was a certain amount of time spent socializing and making nice with a whole bunch of people – quite of few of whom would have loved nothing more than to strap him down to a table, pump him full of sedatives and drugs, and then proceed to dissect him.
Bruce wasn’t about to forgive the army (more specifically Ross) for that any time soon and none of the other Avengers were either. That was probably why he got to opt out of the majority of the PR formal events that the Avengers were invited to. It also probably helped that his identity was still something of a secret.
Still, there were some that he couldn’t just skip. Those were the ones where he had to dress in clothes that were more expensive than everything he’d owned added together.
At least they fit. Bruce knew that Tony had, somehow, gotten Thor to help out with his measurements because Thor of course would know and Tony made sure that they all looked good. Except Thor, who insisted on wearing full Asgardian armour to any formal function that they attended.
Bruce wasn’t going to complain because Thor looked good in armour.
He just didn’t feel like he looked as good in comparison. Standing next to Thor, Bruce thought, just emphasized everything that was wrong about him. He was short, definitely didn’t have any of the same physique that the others had, and he looked considerably plain and ordinary compared to them.
Thor, on the other hand, thoroughly disagreed with him and Bruce was both flustered and flattered about the fact that Thor insisted that they attend together.
“I am not ashamed of you; I do not know where this notion of yours has come from,” Thor said, brow furrowing in a frown. “You look beautiful. Why would I not want to, as you would say, ‘show you off’?”
Bruce blushed, “I – you really feel that way?”
“You know well that I do.” Thor smiled and gently brushed the backs of his fingers along Bruce’s cheek. “You are highly intelligent and highly desirable. I feel honoured that you have chosen to be with me.”
Alright, so Thor really knew how to flatter someone. Bruce was still pink in the cheeks, but he smiled back and leaned into the touch. “… thanks. I, um, feel the same.”
Thor was still smiling as he wrapped an arm around Bruce’s waist and easily picked him up, kissing him before he set a slightly dazed Bruce back on his feet. He offered Bruce his arm, “Shall we?”
“Yes, let’s.”
FIN.
Title: let the memory heal
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Prompt: formal
Words: 447 words
There was always going to be that one thing about being an Avenger that Bruce would never like no matter what. Being an Avenger meant that there was a certain amount of time spent socializing and making nice with a whole bunch of people – quite of few of whom would have loved nothing more than to strap him down to a table, pump him full of sedatives and drugs, and then proceed to dissect him.
Bruce wasn’t about to forgive the army (more specifically Ross) for that any time soon and none of the other Avengers were either. That was probably why he got to opt out of the majority of the PR formal events that the Avengers were invited to. It also probably helped that his identity was still something of a secret.
Still, there were some that he couldn’t just skip. Those were the ones where he had to dress in clothes that were more expensive than everything he’d owned added together.
At least they fit. Bruce knew that Tony had, somehow, gotten Thor to help out with his measurements because Thor of course would know and Tony made sure that they all looked good. Except Thor, who insisted on wearing full Asgardian armour to any formal function that they attended.
Bruce wasn’t going to complain because Thor looked good in armour.
He just didn’t feel like he looked as good in comparison. Standing next to Thor, Bruce thought, just emphasized everything that was wrong about him. He was short, definitely didn’t have any of the same physique that the others had, and he looked considerably plain and ordinary compared to them.
Thor, on the other hand, thoroughly disagreed with him and Bruce was both flustered and flattered about the fact that Thor insisted that they attend together.
“I am not ashamed of you; I do not know where this notion of yours has come from,” Thor said, brow furrowing in a frown. “You look beautiful. Why would I not want to, as you would say, ‘show you off’?”
Bruce blushed, “I – you really feel that way?”
“You know well that I do.” Thor smiled and gently brushed the backs of his fingers along Bruce’s cheek. “You are highly intelligent and highly desirable. I feel honoured that you have chosen to be with me.”
Alright, so Thor really knew how to flatter someone. Bruce was still pink in the cheeks, but he smiled back and leaned into the touch. “… thanks. I, um, feel the same.”
Thor was still smiling as he wrapped an arm around Bruce’s waist and easily picked him up, kissing him before he set a slightly dazed Bruce back on his feet. He offered Bruce his arm, “Shall we?”
“Yes, let’s.”
FIN.