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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      OC/Thor
  Character:
      Thor, Tony_Stark, Natasha_Romanoff, Steve_Rogers, OC_-_Character, Clint
      Barton
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      Published: 2015-07-26 Chapters: 5/? Words: 15373
****** Thunder Claps ******
by SophisticatedFiend
Summary
     Kari is just a sweet teenaged demi-god sheltered by her
     overprotective father. When she gets together with the God of
     Thunder, her true origins surfaces.
***** Chapter 1 *****
There is a man that goes by the name of Tony Stark. He is a playboy, a genius,
and a philanthropist. Tony is a brilliant man that has developed a suit of
armor, which is pretty much just  a bunch military weapons within one body.
One day, this man got drunk (like most) and met a girl at the bar. This girl
was special, though no one knew it. Her name was Mellenia Lawrence (character
from one of my other stories). She could teleport, read minds, and shape shift
into an oversized dragon, hence her hero name: MoonDragon (legit character,
trust me).       
This one event between the adults, led to another. Before long the two of them
were going on regular dates. About two years from the time they began seeing
each other, they discovered they were pregnant.
Neither of them knew how to take care of a child, but neither believed in
abortion either. Mellenia carried the child to full term, something she was
surprised about, considering her unlucky past with pregnancy. (That's a story I
will write later.)
Unfortunately, Mell couldn't make it through the birth of their daughter, and
passed away. Tony was left with the baby girl and had to come up with a name by
himself.
He decided to do Norse for her name, something about wind because it was
howling outside, and about how much she was loved.  Tony was determined to
create the best life possible for this little girl, even if he was only twenty-
four. When the time comes he will introduce her to her true heritage.
"Kari Lieve Stark."
***** Chapter One *****
                              *(17 Years Later)*
"Miss Stark, it’s ten A.M," Jarvis woke me up. I groaned and rolled over in my
bed. "Miss Stark, it's time to wake up," Jarvis persisted.
"Fine, I'm up," I groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on my side on the
floor. I get up and walk to my bathroom. My bathroom is a spacious room that's
decorated with a modern feel. Fixtures are all stainless steels and the walls
are painted white with staggered black polka dots. The lower halves of the
walls are a black tile, and the floor is patterned black and white. White
accessories completed my cold bathroom, but I find it homey.
"What setting would you like?" Jarvis asks me. I get into the shower, stripping
as I go.
"Just my morning routine," I reply. Jarvis then washes and shaves me. I get out
of the shower and pull a dry towel around myself.
I look at myself in the mirror and begin applying makeup. Smokey eye shadow and
black eyeliner to bring out the purple hues in my eyes, a bit of pink blush to
make myself look rosy, then a thin coat of strawberry lip-gloss.
"I've picked you out an outfit," Jarvis tells me, opening a hole in the wall.
There's a teal dress on a hanger, my usual underwear, and black pumps. To
accessorize he picked out a wide black belt, a huge black bracelet, and an onyx
necklace my father bought for me on my twelfth birthday. I nodded my approval.
"Thank you, Jarvis," I smile. "Could you please do my hair?"
"Yes, anything you would like specifically?"
"How about some loose curls?" I suggest.
"Just as I was thinking," the Artificial Intelligence replies. The arms begin
wrapping my silver hair around multiple wands, curling it in less than five
minutes.
"Thank you, Jarvis," I tell him as I pull on the clothes he picked out for me.
The dress settles nicely over my curved figure, and cinches in all the right
places.
"You're very welcome," he says. I smile and walk out into the living room. The
living room takes up one fourth of the top floor, leaving the one half for my
father's and I's bedrooms, bathrooms, and closets, and the other fourth for the
kitchen. A set of stairs swirl down in the center of the open space. The entire
outside wall is made of glass, giving a beautiful view of the city. The room is
decorated with modern furniture in a dark gray. The living room wall is a light
blue and the carpet is in light beige.
The kitchen is the opposite of the living room. The wall is in warm swirling
colors, like red, deep orange, and light brown. The cabinets are a deep oak,
with marble counters. Sterling silver is everywhere. There's an island sitting
in the middle of the kitchen, and a bar on the opposite wall.
I go to the refrigerator, looking for some food. I pour myself a bowl of cereal
and head towards the bar.
"Hi, honey," my dad says from the kitchen island.
"Oh, hey, dad," I shrug it off, and then it registers in my head that my father
is home. My father has peppered black hair, and is beautiful. He enjoys shaping
his facial hair into a goatee, and wears the most ordinary clothes ever. "Dad,
you weren't supposed to be home until next week!"
"I decided to come home early to see you," he smiles as he holds his arms open.
I run across the room, which isn't easy in my shoes, and set the bowl on the
island before I hug him. "Why do you wear those? At home you should dress like
a normal teenager."
"Dad, if you haven't noticed, I'm not normal," I step back and let sparks dance
on my palm. "Besides, I like these outfits. They make me feel older."
"Whoa," he frowns. "Go change, you need to look like a little girl so boys will
keep their filthy hands off you."
"Dad, please," I roll my eyes. "So, since you're back, what're we doing
tonight?"
"I was thinking we should order take out and have a movie night," he smiles.
"Frick, yeah!" I yell. Then I dance around the room, letting sparks fly with
each twirl.
"But as of right now, you have school," he smirks.
"Ah, gross dad," I stop in mid leap. But we sit down on the low couch anyways
and I finish my lessons in a couple hours. I learn about a bunch of crap not
relevant to my life, nor my world, or my awesomeness. "Well, father, I'm
finished. Let's do something fun."
"Yes. Let's, daughter," he replies, making me giggle.
"Wait, what about that Pepper chick?" I ask.
"We're going on a date tomorrow night, she said I should spend some time with
you," he rolls his eyes. Then he comes over and puts me in a head lock, giving
me a noogy.
"Dad!" I squeal. "You're messing up my hair!" I pull out of his arms and smooth
my hair.
"Sorry, kid," he grins. I roll my eyes and go to the fridge and pull out some
frozen grapes. I pop them into my mouth as I review my lessons in my head. "So,
let's go shopping!" My dad manages to use the gayest voice, ever.
"Oh, my god! Are you serious?!" I squeal. He bounces on his toes, nodding his
head crazily. "What car are we taking?! Can I drive?"
"Sure," he goes back to him usual self, and tosses me one of the eight sets of
keys. I look at them and my eyes widen.
"Dad, I've never driven the Viper," I say. He winks.
"Then it's time you should," he says. I smile and wrap my hand around the keys.
Turns it I'm terrible at driving sports cars. I had stalled it six times before
even getting out of the garage. When I finally pulled out onto the street, I
stalled it again. It was upsetting, but I was persistent. We finally made it to
the mall about twenty minutes and eighteen stalls later.
I turn off the ignition and sigh, leaning back in my seat.
"Well, good job, honey," Dad said. I scoff.
"You're full of shit," I say. He laughs. We get out of the sleek, black car and
walk to the entrance. Paparazzi were hanging out outside the doors. They stop
us and ask us a few questions, which we answer as we pose for their cameras.
When we finally get inside I smile. "Where to first?"
"Let's check out that store," he points to a store full of little girls
clothes. I roll my eyes and point to another store.
"There," I smile and lead him to the designer store. I end up getting a few
dresses there, each daringly cut and flashy. We continue onto more stores,
where I get more clothes. Then we go to the men's department, picking out
multiple suits for Dad. He also gets some sweats and jeans. I scrunch my nose
at this, but don't protest.
By the end of it, I'm not sure if it'll all fit in the car. People watched up
as we carried bags full of clothes to the viper. We fit it all in, but just
barely. I smile and look at dad.
"Lunch?" I ask as we settled into the car.
"Sure," he turns on the radio, which is playing my favorite song, Little Lion
Man by Mumford and Sons. "You pick."
We go to Shwarma, because I know how much dad loves it. His face lit up as I
pulled into the parking lot. We get out of the car and walk into the
restaurant, waiting for the hostess to seat us. When we sit down, I notice how
cozy the interior is.
I'm an aspiring interior designer, so I learn to appreciate all settings I'm
in. Shwarma has a charming design of a diner full of trinkets all over the
walls and has a cluttered feel, but the dim lighting and 50s theme makes me
feel welcome and happy.
"Kari, there's something I would like to talk to you about something," my dad
speaks up after we order.
"Alright," I lean back in my seat, raising an eyebrow.
"The reason you have your powers is because of your mother," he says. I lean
forward. Dad never talks about my mother.
"Okay..." I say.
"Her name was Mellenia. I was in love with her. We were so involved with each
other," dad launches into the story of how he met my mother; it's a story I've
been anticipating ever since I was little. "It was a rainy night, I was angry
and upset because my father had just told me that I was worthless, again. I was
about twenty-two. I walked into a bar, where there weren't many people, only
about eight. Your mother wasn't there yet, not that I even knew her. I sat at
the bar, ordered my favorite scotch, and began drinking heavily. After I sat
there for about thirty minutes and four drinks later, your mother walked
through the door..."
(*TONY'S POV (year 1992)*
Even drunk me can see that the woman sitting next to me is the most gorgeous
woman I have ever- and will ever- meet. She just walks in, takes the seat next
to me, and orders the same scotch I have. She doesn't look particularly happy,
which must be the reason why she's here.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask her, my words slightly slurred, but I genuinely
care. She looks at me, picks up her drink, and then shakes her head. "Wanna
talk about it?"
"Not really," she replies. I shrug and turn back to my drink, the both of us
being lonely and sad.
"By the way, I'm Tony," I interrupt the silence after about ten minutes. She
looks up and smiles.
"I'm Mellenia," she holds out her left hand for me to shake, and I gladly take
it. We spend the rest of the night talking, and after a few drinks, she tells
me what's been bugging her. "My boyfriend broke up with me because I keep
having miscarriages."
"Oh, jees, that's rough," I sympathize, but don't try to connect. She starts to
cry then. I, not sure about what to do, take her hand, just holding it. She
just cries and cries, then finally it subsides. She wipes her purple eyes and
brushes her silver hair from her face.
"Thank you for listening, it's been really weighing on me," she smiles.
Suddenly she jumps into my arms and gives me a hug. When she pulls back I smile
at her. "Well, I guess I should get going...”
“Ah, wait," I pull out a notepad and a pen, scribbling my number on it. "Take
this, call me whenever."
"Okay, thank you," she smiles and walks out the door.
*(KARI'S POV (present)*
Dad finishes the story of his first night he knew my mother on a sad note. I
sigh and look down at my empty plate.
"Do you know why she had trouble conceiving?" I ask him. He shakes his head.
"To be honest, you were a mistake. We thought she was unable to carry, since
many doctors have told us so," he sips his Cola. "But trust me; she would have
loved you so much."
"I would hope so," I laugh. It doesn't make me sad to talk about Mom, but Dad
does, and I can see it on his face. "Dad, let’s go home."
"Yeah," we stand from the booth and exit the building. As Dad drives us home I
think about what he told me. He met my mother in a bar, with whom he did not
have sex with on the first night, but began a relationship normally with her.
The relationship lasted three years; I know that, which his longest
relationship is. Well, besides Pepper, who's closer to five now.
When we get home I have Jarvis put all my new clothes away in my closet, making
sure he has them downloaded into his server. Then I go downstairs to the huge
media room.
The media room is pretty much just a home arcade. The walls are painted with
game characters and controllers. Couches, banana chairs, bean bags, and
recliners are spread out within the room. There are classic ping pong machines,
joystick games, and a lot of TVs. It's the perfect place to have party. My
favorite video game is Fallout 3, but I enjoy quite a few other games. Stairs
spiral through the room from above, and disappear into Dad's laboratory, then
below that is the garage.
"Dad, wanna play with me?" I yell down the stairs to his lab. He appears at the
foot and smiles up at me.
"You know I do," he says as he walks up. We put in some Black Ops. I beat him
in every single round we play, making him groan. "It's just because you play
this all the time."
"No, you just suck," I smile. "I'm gonna go change."
"'Kay, hurry back, I'll pick a movie," he says. I nod and run up the stairs. I
change into some of Thor's sweats and Steve's shirt.
I have their clothes because after the alien invasion last year, we started
hanging out a lot. I even had a small thing with the Captain there for a little
bit, but as soon as my dad found out, he freaked, yelling at me for dating a
man that was nearly as old as my grandfather. So we had to call it off. But I
kept his shirt. Thor is just a sweet heart, and gave his sweats to me so "you
do not have to be alone while in slumber." That was a few months ago, and ever
since then I've had a bit of a crush on him.
"Bringer of Lightning!" I turn around to see Thor himself standing in the door
to my balcony. He was wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. His blonde hair
is mussed from the wind and his blue eyes are laughing.
"Thor," I smile. "What're you doing here?"
"Man of Iron called and asked me to come over," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Spoke of something called 'Movie Night.'"
"Oh yeah, we're having a movie night, want to watch with us?" I ask. He nods.
"By the way, I like the way you are dressed, very much. I like matching you,"
he smiles. I blush at his words.
"Oh, thank you, Thor," I look away from him.
"You are welcome," he then walks past me to the door. I follow him out of the
room, but stop in the kitchen to grab snacks. Popcorn, cookies, chips, pretty
much anything that was high in calories and fattening.
I go down to the theatre, finding that the entire Avengers team was there. Even
Natasha. I frown at this, but say nothing. The theatre is just like a usual
theatre, except instead of chairs, there are fluffy love seats, seating two
people. There are mattresses as well on the higher levels, but those are rarely
used. The walls are painted black in order to make the movie experience in
pitch black.
"Hey, Kari," Steve called from one of the wide love seats. I smile and wave. I
greet the rest of the team, even Natasha, then go sit down between Thor and my
father.
"Dad, you know I don't like her," I whisper when I sit. He gave me a look.
"I thought it would be rude to not include her," he replied.
"Since when do you care if you're rude or not?" I ask, sending him vibes that
I'm seriously pissed off. He looks off somewhere behind me and nods. Then I
felt arms go around me and pull me into a lap. I look up to see Thor's face
above me.
"Bringer of Lightning, man of iron wishes for me to keep you calm," he says. I
shoot my dad a look, to which he shrugs and smiles. I feel my face get warm as
Thor positions me in his lap, making both him and I comfortable. The movie
starts, and I realize it's a horror film. I give my dad a death glare, which he
ignores.
Throughout the movie I had my eyes covered, and when they weren't I had my face
buried in Thor's chest, hiding from the creatures on screen. When the movie was
over I stand up.
"I'm picking the next movie, 'cause my dad is a crappy movie picker," I stated.
I picked out one of the mushiest chick-flicks I've ever seen: The Notebook. I
put it on, then climb back into Thor's lap.
I love this movie, I really do, but I fell asleep in the muscular arms of the
god halfway through it.
***** Chapter 2 *****
I woke up the next morning with arms around me, and I wasn't so sure where I
was. Then I remember the night before. I smile to myself. Suddenly Thor's arms
tighten around me, but then relax.
"Hey! Get up! Everyone else is already gone!" My dad's voice tears through my
blissful ignorance. I lift my head to glare at him.
"Dad," I complain.
"I don't care, get up," he says. He comes over to me and pries me from Thor.
Thor then wakes up to see me crackling.
"Dad!" I say again, my hair beginning to emit static.
"Calm down, honey," he frowns, letting me go. I take some deep breaths, calming
down, then pull my hair to the side.
"Calm," I smile. Then I run up the stairs to the kitchen. I grab a bowl, spoon,
and milk. I take my favorite cereal out of the cupboard and pour it into my
bowl. I usually don't put too much milk into my bowl with cereal, and today
wasn't an exception, except I was scared half out of my mind.
"Bringer of Lightning, what meat does thou have?" Thor boomed behind me, making
me jump and dump milk all over the counter. I turn around and glare at the god.
He looks at me innocently.
"Thor, you scared me, try to use your inside voice around me," I say as I place
paper towels over the mess. I frown at my bowl, in which you couldn't even see
the cereal because there was so much milk.
"I am sorry," he says softly. I smile and shrug.
"It's okay. By the way, meat is in the fridge, bottom drawer," I say, throwing
away the paper towels and picking up my bowl. I go and sit at the bar which is
connected to the island. I watch as Thor rummages through the fridge, picking
out food and setting them on the counter. So far I see sausage, eggs, cheese,
bacon, sour cream, butter, and orange juice.
"Thank you," he nods to me, then begins mixing the ingredients in a large bowl.
He pours the mixture into a skillet. Scrambled eggs are what I assume he's
making.
"Alright, Wind, I'm heading out!" My dad uses the meaning of my name to get my
attention. I turn to see him shrugging on a jacket and have a briefcase in
hand.
"Where’re you going?" I ask.
"I have a meeting downstairs, then I'll be spending the day with Pepper," he
replies. I nod. I blow him a kiss.
"Have fun, stay out of trouble, be careful," I go over the list I've come up
with over the years.
"I will, love," then he pauses. "Thor, keep an eye on my little girl, okay?"
"You can count on me," Thor says, not taking his eyes from the skillet. Dad
nods, then steps into the elevator. When the doors dinged closed I smiled.
"So, Thor, what should we do today?" I ask him. He transfers the hot eggs in
the skillet to a plate.
"Whatever the maiden wishes to do," he replies. At this I frown. He comes and
sits next to me, starting on his eggs. I stare at him. Then I try to make him
pick something to do telepathically. I am not successful.
"Well, we could go to your house," I suggest. "I've never been there."
"Is that truly what you wish to spend the day doing?" He looks at me with a
blank expression.
"Sure, why not?" I ask. I get up and put my bowl in the dishwasher. Thor
finishes with his plate and comes up behind me to put his next to mine. As he
bent over he gripped my waist, making me freeze up. He noticed and when he
stood up, he gave me a confused look.
"Do you not enjoy it when I touch you?" He asks. I shake my head, my face
turning red.
"I- uh- I do. I mean! I don't. Wait," I face-palm, Frowning. "Thor, I am
comfortable with you touching me."
"That is good, because I enjoy touching you," he smiles. I blush a brighter
red. "Why are you turning that color?"
"I'm going to take a shower!" I say suddenly. I sprint towards my room, then
into my bathroom. I turn on the water as hot as it will go, then step in after
I get my clothes off.
"Hello, Kari, what setting would you like?" Jarvis' robotic voice rings though
the bathroom, startling me.
"Um, just the usual I think," I reply. When I get out of the shower I pull on
the clothes Jarvis had picked out for me. Peach skinnies, white lace shirt,
black jacket, white sneakers. I get my hair done in a side fishtail, and put in
some pearl earrings.
I walk back out to the living room, where Thor was examining one of my
Cosmopolitan magazines. Unfortunately he was reading one of the "How to Please
Your Man" articles. I run across the room and snatch it from his hands. He
looks up at me wide-eyed.
"What're you reading?" I ask him, smirking.
"A book about man and woman," he smoothly replies. I lift my eyebrows.
"What do you think of it?" I inquire.
"I'm not so sure I would enjoy what that book suggests," he states, leaning
back in his seat.
"Oh, well then," I smile and put the magazine back under the coffee table.
"Wanna go to your house now?"
"If you are ready," he answers. I nod eagerly. "Very well."
With that he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled his hammer from beside
the couch. He carries me out to the balcony, then spins his hammer, making us
lift off. We land in front of a skyscraper that was almost as large as my home.
Thor takes me hand and pulls me into the lobby.
"Welcome back, King," the desk attendant speaks. Thor nods, then leads me into
the elevator. So, this building must be owned by Thor, and the people attending
him aren't from Earth, but from Asgard. When the elevator doors open, it opens
up into a large apartment. I see crystal stairs spiraling up towards the second
floor.
The interior of the apartment is in warm colors, such as reds, oranges and
browns, giving you the impression that the owner is a rustic man. There are
furs draped across leather furniture. Mannequins clothed in Asgardian armor can
be seen in the next room.
To my right the wall opened into a massive dining room. The walls are a deep
Tuscan red. The table and chairs are a dark, thick oak. In the center of the
table is a large crystal statue. This apartment is an interior designer’s wet
dream, and as I wander into the center of the large living room, I feel like
I'm in a place I could call home.
"Do you like my home?" Thor asks from the door.
"Aye, very much," I answer, spinning around to face him, a big smile plastered
on my face. He smiles back at me.
"Well, I feel quite rude for doing this, but I must bathe," he says. I nod.
"Will you be okay out here by yourself?"
"I'm sure I'll find something to do," I tell him. He nods at me then disappears
up the stairs. I wander into the room I see full of armor. The room is painted
white, with white carpet. Lights shine down onto full sets of battle attire.
There are at least ten mannequins in the room, each clothed in completely
different sets of armor. I notice that five of the sets are for a girl. I walk
up to one, touching the breastplate.
As soon as I made contact with the old metal I got images stuck into my head,
There was a woman standing atop a pile of bodies, holding a staff. She stood
stark against the bloody sky in her black armor, her hair and cape flowing in
the breeze.. She had a triumphant grin on her face, as if saying 'I am the
strongest warrior of Asgard!'
I jolt away from the battle wear and move on to the next. This is a power no
one knows that I have. I can tell the history of anything just by touching it.
The next set was a woman's also, but instead of black it was a pale white. It
glowed under the soft lights. I slowly reach out to touch the beautiful
carvings on the shoulder.
I saw a woman pressed up against a blue crystal wall, trying to hide from an
oncoming group of soldiers. As soon as they came around the corner, she
ambushed them, slaughtering men left and right. Only then do I realize that the
woman I'm looking at is the same as the other. I can tell from her menacing
grin.
Upon taking my hand from the shoulder plate a wave of immense uneasiness came
over me. I feel as if I'm being watched, so I spin around and go to the large
floor-to-ceiling window. I look at the crowded street below me, wondering if
there is anyone down there looking back at me. Because I can find no one
obvious, I shrug and let it go.
I look at all the rest of the armor, waiting for Thor, when I notice something
very different about the last set. It's fitted to a different body shape; the
carvings on it are not the ordinary Asgardian I've come to recognize.
"Do you find my armor to be interesting?" I'm startled out of my examination by
Thor's loud voice.
"This set is different, the symbols are not of Asgard," I reply. I continue
staring at the carvings, trying to decipher what realm they are from.
"I'm surprised you know that," Thor says as he walks up next to me, looking at
the armor too.
“Well, I do study my runes, you know,” I smile.
"This set is from the Ice Giant's world, 'twas forged in the depths of the
World," Thor bushes his hand against the cold iron. "This was worn by none
other than my brother himself during the last war."
"That's really interesting," I say, as I still try to read the runes. Suddenly
I feel a hand on my waist. I look up at Thor's face; he has an expression as if
he's looking at something he wants to eat. This expression is directed towards
me, making my face tinge pink. "Thor?"
"I've never met someone that makes me feel like you do, Kari," he says, his
voice sweet and low. "I've had romantic feelings for you for a few moons now.
At first I thought it was just a little infatuation, but now I know it's not."
"I've... Felt the same way," I tell him. He smiles then and pulls me into a
strong hug.
"Asgardian customs call for me to make you my wife now, but I know that Earth
customs are not the same," I hear him say as his face is buried in my hair. My
face gets hotter at this confession.
"Earth customs are a bit different," I say, hoping he would realize what I'm
getting at. After a moment I continue. "On earth, when someone professes love,
they usually get kissed..."
"Oh," Thor pulls away from me and looks down into my face. "Do you want me to
kiss you, Kari?"
"Mhm," I nod slightly. Thor smiles at me, then he begins to lower his face to
mine. I begin to panic. 'I’m about to have my first kiss, with Thor!' The last
part actually calmed me down.
His lips finally touch mine, and I take a sharp intake of breath. He hesitates,
so I take control. I stretch up on my toes to reach him, so he doesn't have to
lean down. I can tell that Thor is having trouble restraining himself, but when
I press myself closer to him, he just lets go. I'm tipped back in his arms as
his tongue presses into my mouth. He picks me up so I can wrap my legs around
him and he carries me into a room I haven't seen yet. I feel myself lowered
onto a soft surface... A... Bed.
"One thing that's the same on both Asgard and Earth would be that this leads to
another thing," Thor says as I catch my breath. I look up at him with wide
eyes.
"Thor, I don't think that's a good idea," I say as a place my hands on his
chest.
"Why not?" He asks, confused.
"Because I'm a-" I'm cut off by an intense tremor through the building. It
shakes for a good minute, during which Thor covers me completely with his own
body. "What was that?"
"I am not certain," Thor replies. We lay there on the bed for a moment, then
the phone rings. Thor lets go of me and goes to the wall phone. "Hello, Thor is
speaking.... I see.... Okay... We will see you in a moment," he hangs up. "That
was the base; we must travel there at once."
"Okay..." I trail off. We fly to the Helicarrier by hammer.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Upon entering the control room, I discover that Thor and I are the last to
arrive. I even see my father leaning against the wall in the opposite corner,
the mask of his suit folded back. The control room is surrounded in glass
walls. Wheeled chairs are placed around a glass table. The outside wall is
paneled in polyurethane, and a screen takes up a fourth of the wall.
"Ah, Kari," Fury greeted me. "I was hoping you would be attending this
meeting."
"I didn't really have a choice," I gesture to Thor's hand wrapped tightly
around my own.
"Nevertheless, I would like to recruit you for this mission," Fury smiled. My
mouth drops open.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Yes, your father tells me of your immense lightning strengths," he replies. I
shrug and nod.          
"Just say yes," Natasha says, annoyed. I shoot her a look. It’s one of those
‘If-you-don’t-shut-up-I’m-going-to-tear-off-your-face’ looks.
"Okay, I suppose, if I'm welcome," I smile at Fury.
"Wonderful. Now that that's cleared up, I'm going to tell you what's going on,"
Fury uses the control panel in his hand to pull up pictures of buildings. "As
we all know, an earthquake has traveled through the city. We believe this
occurred because of this," he pulls up a picture of a single man. "This is not
a man. This is a highly developed machine created to cause destruction wherever
it walks. It's up to you to stop it before it desiccates the entire city."
We all nod at this, understanding the mission.
"Kari, go get a suit," Fury directs me, to which I nod. I follow Agent Hill
into a closet full of standard suits, in all sizes. I pull on off the rack that
looks about my size and pull it on over my clothes, proving to be difficult.
"You're going to have to be naked underneath that," Natasha is leaning in the
doorway. "Otherwise it won't settle properly," with that she strolls out of the
room, the door locking behind her. I shrug and take off all my clothes, then
slip into the suit. She's right, it does fit better much better without clothes
under it. I made sure to keep my underwear and bra on though. I pull my hair
out of the fishtail and pull it into a high pony. I remove my earrings and add
it to the pile of my clothes.
I examine the boots setting under the suits. I find a pair in my size and pull
them on, relieved when I find they settle level on the floor.
I walk back into the control room, where I receive a few approving looks. Dad
and I share a look, as if saying "When we get home, dis shit is getting burned
and we're creating a fucking new one." He nods and I smile.
"Let's do this shit!" I smile. "Where do we find this dude?"
"Well, I've tracked his coordinates on my radar," Bruce speaks up. "The signal
is pointing to a backstreet."
"Then let’s go," Dad says, downloading coordinates, then scooping me into his
arms. He folds his mask back down, and blasts through the ceiling. I look over
his shoulder to see Thor following, along with Natasha's aircraft, carrying
Bruce, Clint, and Steve. I smile and let myself enjoy the wind from flying,
which I haven't experienced many times in my life.
We land in the center of a street.
"Dad! Be discreet! Hide!" I smack his chest. I can almost HEAR him roll his
eyes, but he does what I say. He sets me down in an alley, where everyone meets
us.
"That's the house over there," Bruce points to a house across the street.
"Well, what're we waiting for?" Dad asks. He was about to go plow the house
down, but I stick my arm out, stopping him.
“Wait," I narrow my eyes, staring at the house. "Stay here," I sprint across
the street into the opposite alley. I reach my hand out and touch the window of
the house in question.
A flood of images flashes through my head, revealing the secrets of the house.
My eyes snap open and I bounce from the glass. I look across the street to the
alley. They all shake their heads, telling me no, but I shrug. I crouch and
speed around the back of the home. I jump the back gate and slink towards the
back door.
I jostle the handle of the back door. It gives under the slight pressure I
apply, and I go in.
*(Tony's POV)*
THAT STUPID GIRL WENT IN ALONE!
Why didn't Fury make her put in an ear piece before we left? And what was up
with her touching the window and starting to crackle?
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Man of Iron," Thor catches my attention.
"Yes?" I look at him.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," he says. "She's smart; she knows how to take care of
herself."
"That's not what I'm worried about," I tell him. "I'm concerned for the people
inside."
As if on cue, the house explodes with electricity, smoke billowing from the
windows. My daughter emerges from the front door, holding a person by the
collar of their shirt.
"Awhh shit! My daughter's the fucking best!" I fist pump the air, but I spoke
too soon.
Suddenly, she's grabbed from behind. I can't see the person that did it, but
she was pulled back into the burning house. I hear someone gasp behind me, then
Natasha is running across the street. I think I see the glisten of tears as she
passes me. I pull my helmet down, and follow closely behind. I heard the
pounding of heavy foot steps behind me as well.
I trail the woman through the gaping door, entering a smoky screen of
confusion. I hear footsteps treading throughout the house, above me and all
around me. I decide to just go with it, and sprint through, trying to find my
daughter. I trip over a large... Well, something. I reach back to observe it by
touch, and I feel a huge cord slithering across the floor. I crawl along it,
hoping to find something leading me to Kari.
After a few minutes the cord travels in a slant, as if being supported by
something. The cord then disappears and I'm pressing my palm against the face
of a huge machine. I finally get fed up with not being able to see and activate
the fan Kari had persuaded me to add. The smoke quickly exits through the
broken windows, leaving the room clear. I stare at the machine in front of me.
It's none other than my very own Pressure Splitter. It takes the seismic waves,
undetectable by any scale, and amplifies them, causing an earthquake of
reasonable size. Why I call it a Pressure Splitter is because it takes separate
seismic waves and splits it from the one it was traveling with, setting them
into different rhythms so they rub against one another awkwardly.
“Fuck. I knew this wouldn’t just go away,” I mutter.
*(KARI'S POV)*
I awoke in a huge bed, everything upon it white. I look around the room I have
been placed in while I was sleeping. The room is painted white, with white
carpet and white furniture. One of the four walls is completely mirror, making
the room appear larger than it is. The ceiling is twelve feet up and there are
moldings of angels and different saints.
'Well this room would definitely make one feel guilty,' I think to myself. Then
I think about what Thor wanted to do with me. Just thinking about it makes me
blush, adding color to the otherwise naked room.
"I put you in this room, hoping your porcelain complexion wouldn't disrupt the
purity," a voice rang out from across the room. I look to the door across from
the bed and see a young man clothed in all black. He struts across the room to
the foot of the bed. I sit up, making the blanket fall to my waist. He raises
his eye brows. "You might want to wait until the honeymoon for that."
I look down to see that I was completely naked under the comforter.
"Uhg!" I pull the blanket up to my chin. "Wait, what do you mean, honeymoon?"
"We're getting married tomorrow," the man comes around to sit on the bed next
to me. "Then, after the reception of course, I'll deflower you. I'll make you
my own."
"Ew, no. I didn't even do that with my boyfriend when he offered," I look at
his gaunt face. His hair is a light blonde, and its cut short. He has dark
brown eyes that seem as if they can see through anything. He lowers his gaze to
my body, and I instinctively pull my legs together.
"Love, that won't help. If you don't come to me willingly I will force you,
then it will hurt more," he smirks, acting triumphant. I roll my eyes.
"You don't even know me," I say. The man snorts.
"Your name is Kari Lieve Stark; you were born on July 24th, 1994," he smiles.
"Congratulations, you can use the Internet," I smirk.
"You're measurements are 82-34-82," he replies. I glare at him. So, he knows
something that only my private designer knows. "Also, your mother is dead. You
have power over lightning, and the man you're in love with has just barely
acknowledged you."
"Whatever," I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the panic I'm feeling.
I don't want to be taken by this man. I want to belong to Thor and him alone.
Damn, I should've done it when I had the chance. "So you know a few things
about me," I shrug and get up from the bed, showing him he didn't win. Instead
of creating a powerful image I created an image belonging in a playboy
magazine.
Apparently the man then couldn't control himself, because he attacked me. He
gathered both of my wrists in one of his hands and pushed me back down on the
bed. He held my arms above my head, a menacing expression on his face. I
shuddered.
"Did I excuse you?" He snarled. I frown, but shake my head. He smiles a scary
smile then and lowers his face to my neck. His free hand then roams over my
body. Purely disgusted, my body doesn't react at all when his fingers
forcefully penetrate me. "Oh? I don't excite you enough?"
He pulls his fingers out of me then lifts my legs so that they're over my head.
By now I’m crying, wishing that it would stop. When his mouth lands on me I let
out a gasp. I hear him chuckle.
"P-p-please stop," I manage to stammer through the humiliation and extreme
displeasure. He's cold, there's no love, or even care, in what he's doing.
"You don't like it?" He mumbles. I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut. I hear a
sigh, and then I'm released from my all too vulnerable position. I sit up and
pull a pillow in front of me.
"Can I take a shower?" I ask, timidly.
*(THOR'S POV)*
I track down my beloved maiden by capturing many of the men within the house
and questioning each of them. Most say they do not know anything about where
the leader has gone, but one finally tells me the whereabouts on Kari.
"He took her to his family's house in Russia. He said he was going to marry
her... Something about how she's the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen," the
man stutters after I slap his face a few times.
"The last part is true. However, I cannot allow him to marry her, for she
belongs to me, and me alone," I tell the tied up man. The man nods frantically,
making me smile. I leave the man there, going in search of the woman that
brings forth lightning.
I fly to the main base, in search of a pilot. Then I recall that the red haired
maiden flies within her metal beast. I fly back to the house I had just left,
noticing the immense amount of police machines in front. I land in the center
of the street, creating a small crater next to the one the Starks made earlier
today. I break through the flimsy tape line the men dressed in white and blue
put up and enter the house. I see the rest of my team across the room in front
of a large machine.
"I have discovered where my love is held," I boom, making them all look up at
me.
"You know where she is?" The Man of Iron breaks from the circle. I nod.
"Where?"
"She is being held captive by a man that goes by the name of Edgar Pelaff in
his family's home in Russia," I inform them. The man of iron’s eyes widen.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He pushes past me to the outside. The red
haired maiden follows closely. We all board into the aircraft and soon we take
off.
We all sit within the belly of the machine, the air is tense. I can feel the
crackle of the impending storm. It makes me miss Kari even more. Before I
acknowledged her as a woman, we would create storms outside the tower she calls
home. Honestly, I saw her as a woman a long time ago; I just didn't believe
that she would see me as a potential partner. I know my parents would never
believe that I love her, but there's not really anything I can do about that.
The longer it takes to arrive at the Pelaff home, the more skittish I become. I
know she didn't want it, but I long for the feel of her, to be surrounded by
her.
*(Kari's POV)*
Right now I'm being fitted for my absurdly simple wedding dress. I spotted it
and almost gagged. I know Thor would never make me wear such a dreadful dress.
It's white silk, fitted around my hips, waist and bust. The neckline scoops and
mounted upon it is simple diamonds cut hexagonally. Unfortunately, I'm not
allowed to wear underwear underneath because it's too tight. Easy access, I
guess.
"Madame, do you have any requests?" One of the servant girls ask me. I notice
all of the girls surrounding me are exceptionally beautiful. One might think
this is a harem.
A wave of jealously rushes over me as I think that this man might want someone
other than myself. Wait. I have Thor, what am I thinking?
I shake my head to clear my mind.
"The dress is crap, but this is what he wants me to wear so it's fine," I
state. The servant girl nods then begins taking the dress off me, trying to not
prick my tender skin with the pins still stuck in the fabric. I leave the room
without putting on any other clothes. I began a strike against clothing the
moment he told me he didn't want to see me like this.
It's been a few hours since I've woken up, wondering where the heck my team is,
but whatever. I miss Thor like crazy though. The more I think about it, the
more I wish I had given myself to him when I could. I spot a bathroom down the
hall, and decide to lock myself in it. I step into the large corner shower and
turn on the hot water.
Suicide would be a reasonable option at the moment, but I know Thor will come
for me. My dad will most likely be with him, but being in love with my dad
sounds kind of awkward. I pull the shower head down from the mount and run the
water all over my body. I spot shampoo and conditioner on a shelf, so I wash my
hair.
I move on to my body next, lathering the soap. Thinking of Thor always stresses
me out, but when I shower in hot water I feel as if it's all melting off of my
body. As I continue to think about Thor, my mind wandered to if I had let my
virginity be taken. Suddenly a strange sensation started in my lower pelvis and
spread to my belly button and mid thigh. I'm not sure what this feeling is, but
I assume that it's what being horny feels like.
Yes, I'm seventeen years old and I've never even felt horny. Weird, I know.
They say that there's a first for everything, and I guess Thor's going to take
all of my firsts.
I hear a crash resonate from somewhere within the large palace. I rinse my body
quickly, and get out of the shower. I dry off with a towel and wrap my hair
into it. I pull another, dry towel around my torso and run out of the bathroom.
I follow the sound of broken glass and walls shattering, sounds I'm very
familiar with. I burst through a door, and into a scene of utter destruction. I
see my team beating the crap out of henchmen.
"Kari!" I hear the booming voice of my boyfriend. I spot him across the room,
so I sprint to him. "Where are your clothes?"
"I don't know," I reply honestly. I never got any new clothes after I woke up.
I just walked around in the buff,
“I see," he frowns. A sudden henchman grabs me from behind while I was looking
into Thor's face. I'm hold my towel up with my arms, but the guys arms went
under my armpits and locked them above my head, making my towel fall to the
floor.
"Damnit!" I struggle against the guy behind me while trying to hide myself from
the people in front of me. I can't use my powers because I'm surrounded by
water. My captor explained this to me a little bit ago, the house is built upon
a frozen lake. About twenty-four inches of the top are solid, then it's
completely thaw to the bottom.
"Ahhhgg! Thor! Don't look!" My dad is suddenly next to Thor, his hand over his
eyes. He turns his head to me and nods. I nod back and swing with all my weight
in my feet to land upon the guy's shoulders. I concentrate all my power into my
hands, then zap the guys ribs. He lets out a cry of pain, then lets me go. I
flip off his back onto the floor. My dad then appears next to me and hands me a
bracelet. "I've been working on this for a while. I don't know if I got the
measurements right, but it should be pretty close."
"Thanks," I pull the bracelet onto my wrist and press a single button. The
bracelet molds over my body, enclosing me in a metal casing. I smile and pull
my mask over my face. "Sorry you had to see that."
"Honey, I've seen you naked more times than I can count. You didn't get out of
the phase until you were, like, thirteen," Dad shrugs. I scoff. My suit is dark
blue, white cuffs ring my wrists and ankles. My mask is a white as well, but
the breast plate and pelvis are silver. I test out a few things, and then take
off into the fray. I'm in search of the nameless man that took me against my
will.
I see him across the room, cowering behind a curtain, watching the battle in
the large dining room. I swoop in and grab him by the collar of his shirt, just
like earlier when I got him the first time, and flew up above the fighting.
"Ahh!" He screams. Everyone below stops the fighting. They stare up at the
hanging man and gape.
"I'm taking this guy with me. He's going to prison. If anyone you want to end
up there as well, please continue your shenanigans, but my team and I are
leaving now," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. With that I leave
through the already gaping window, knowing that the rest of the team will
follow. I descend into the aircraft waiting a few hundred feet away from the
house.
"Wow, Kari," Dad says when he comes into the ship. "I didn't think you had the
guts to do something like that."
"Well after being mortified in front of a bunch of people, you'll do anything
to get out of that situation as quickly as possible," I finish tying the man
up, then turn to give my dad a hug. It's awkward when we're both in our suits,
but that's okay. I hear the clomping of the rest of my team coming aboard.
Natasha takes her place behind the controls and we take off imminently.
"Kari, come here," Thor motions for me to sit in his lap. I shake my head.
"My suit is really sharp," I explain. He shrugs. I sigh and snuggle into his
lap. He pulls a blanket over me, making me confused. Then I understand and flip
the switch on my suit so I'm left naked in Thor's arms. I feel Thor's lips on
the top of my head.
"This is as far as you're getting," Dad trails off. I laugh and smile.
"We're happy to have you back, soldier," Steve speaks up. "Don't go in alone
again."
"Yes sir," I salute, making him laugh. My eyes wander to the guy that kidnapped
me. "Who is this guy, anyways?"
"His name is Edgar Pelaff. He's known for assaulting women. He's had three
minor offenses previous of this, but is now going to prison for a very long
time," Clint says from the cockpit in front. He always sits with Natasha, since
they're engaged.
"I see," I say. Thor's arms tighten around me, so I pat his arm to reassure
him. "Just targeted the wrong person this time."
"Not necessarily," the man speaks. He has a smug smile on his face. "I've had
the famous Kari Lieve Stark in my sight for years. That girl was my first
target, so I learned everything I could about her. I couldn't catch her,
though, because of the body guards she took around with her and because if her
lightning powers.
"Then when I found out her and the god were infatuated with each other, about
six months ago, that just gave me another obstacle to hurdle. Recently I found
the Pressure Splitter, abandoned in a warehouse formerly owned by Stark
Industries. That opened up a world of possibility.
"I knew that it would attract the attention of the legendary Avengers, opening
Kari up to me. However, I didn't expect her to show up at the scene of
destruction. When she did, and picked me up, I wasn't sure what to do, but I
reacted accordingly. I waited after you freaked out and were inside the house
before I made my escape. Being professional heroes, I figured that you would
notice my absence, instead you overlooked me as some henchman of the real
leader.
"She was so beautiful sleeping, I couldn't help myself-"
"You shut your mouth!" I yell suddenly. My face is red from hearing him speak
about me like I'm his lover. Shivers ran down my spine, making Thor hold me
tighter. I feel his face come down next to mine.
"Did something happen?" He whispers. I shake my head. There's no way I'm going
to let him find out about it. "Okay..."
For the rest of the flight, everyone was silent. When we finally reach the
Helicarrier, I let it a large sigh. Thor won't let me walk by myself, because I
have no shoes, and carries me instead.
"Welcome back agents!" Fury booms from the door leading inside. He eyes me
questioningly but doesn't say anything. He nods to a couple of guys, who
retrieve Edgar from Steve and Clint. When the men vanish below deck, Fury turns
to us. "That took less time than I expected. Good work."
"Thank you, sir," Steve salutes.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to go home now," I whisper to Thor. He nods.
"Comrades, I am returning Kari to her home now," he speaks. Everyone nods; no
questions are asked.
"Do you want me to come with...?" Dad asks.
"Dad, go spend the rest of the day with Pepper, I'll be fine," I smile. He
nods. The expression on his face said 'Family meeting when I get home.' I nod.
Thor squeezes me in one of his arms, then takes off into the air. He flies
quickly, in order to get me home as soon as possible. We land on the balcony
that leads into my bedroom. Thor carries me to my bed and sets me down.
"Welcome home, Miss," Jarvis's voice rings out throughout the room. "Welcome to
you, as well, Thor."
"Jarvis, could you please shut down for now?" I ask.
"Of course, miss," the automated voice drags out, meaning he shut down.      
"Why did you do that?" Thor asks me. Then I start bawling, my face falling into
my hands. Surprised, Thor comes over to sit next to me. "What's wrong, love?"
"H-he touched me," I tell him. He pulls my hands away from my face, his face
grave.
"Where?" He asked me. I take the blanket from my body and open my legs
slightly. Thor's face goes a bright red, then a death pale. He gathers me into
his arms, and rocks me back and forth. I could feel him sobbing along with me,
both our bodies shaking. I stop crying a few minutes after he stopped. "It will
be okay," he tells me.
"Thor," I pull out of his arms a bit to look at his face. He nods, telling me
to continue. "Make me feel better?" I ask him.
"How would I do that?" He asks. To answer him I kiss him. When I pull back, his
face shows confusion. I pull his face down to mine to whisper in his ear.
"Replace his touch with your own," I say, my face getting hot because I said
something so suggestively. I pull away to see his face almost as red as my own.
Thor then nods, hesitantly.
I crawl off his lap and lay down on the bed, the most vulnerable position I
will ever put myself into for someone, my legs bent and spread for him. He
blanches at this position.
"I want to feel you," I say, trying to pull him closer with my voice. He stands
from the bed and starts undoing the zippers on his uniform. His cape comes off
first, then his shoulder guards, his breastplate, then finally his shirt. I
gesture for him to come to me. He climbs onto the bed his body over my own, his
pelvis resting between my legs. Thor kisses me as his arms wrap around my
torso. I wrap my arms around his neck, and deepen the kiss.
When the kiss became passionate, I slide my hands from around his neck and down
his chest to the zipper of his pants. I stutter with the button then his pants
are suddenly off. All he's wearing now is his briefs. I sit up, making him sit
up as well. I'm straddling his hips, only his underwear between us. I feel him
harden underneath me, pressing against the most sensitive part of my body. I
take one of Thor's hands and place it between my legs, guiding his fingers into
me. He pulls away from my face to look at me. He gets really close to my ear.
"Kari, you're very moist," his deep, whispering voice makes me react
physically, and my back arches a bit so my torso is pressing tightly against
his. I swirl my hips around his fingers, making myself even more wet.
"Ahh, Thor, make love to me!" I whisper-yell. He pulls his fingers out of me
and holds me as he lays me back down on the bed. He removes his briefs, but
looks at me the entire time. I bite my lip and wrap my legs around his waist. I
hold him in my hand and guide him to the entrance of my body.
When he penetrates me, it hurts. I let out a small squeal, but don't allow him
to stop. He pushes himself all the way into me, then pulls all the way out. At
first it's slow, so I can get used to the feel of him inside of me then
gradually Thor goes faster. I hear him growling into my neck. I tangle my
fingers in his hair and let out small, audible pants. 'This feels really good,'
I think to myself.
I don't really think about what would happen if Thor comes inside of me, so
when I feel myself being filled, I don't react other that having an orgasm of
my own.
"Kari, I want to tell you something," Thor says into my collar bone. I nod. "I
love you."
"I love you too," I say, without hesitation. Thor lifts his head to look at me.
"Marry me." He says suddenly. I blanch at him.
"What?" I ask. He nods, and finally pulls out of me while he sits up, making me
wince at the rawness. I sit up too, making a mixture of fluids flow out of me.
"Oh, looks like you filled me a bit too much," I laugh.
"Maybe a little," he smiles and leans over to kiss me. "Think about it."
"Okay," I kiss him again. Then I stand up from the bed, my legs barely
supporting me. I stumble and almost fall over, but Thor is there to catch me.
"Are you well?" He asks me. I nod.
"Just a little dizzy," I smile. "Jarvis, could you please wash my bedding?"
"Yes, Miss, I'll do that immediately," the automated voice comes back to life.
Thor frowns.
"What?" I ask.
"Do you really want to remove us from your bed?" He asks. I frown as well.
"Thor, that's not what I mean by asking Jarvis to do it," I say. "I just don't
want my father to find out about it."   
"Ah, yes, I forgot about the Man of Iron."
"Besides, it's not like I can remove you, you're still inside me," I gesture to
fluids that had run down my leg. A question then pops to my head. "Thor, do you
have birth control on Asgard?"
"Not that I know of," he says. "Women just have children; the biggest family
I've seen is a family of thirteen."
"Oh, wow," I say.
"Yes," he agrees. "Four will suit me just fine."
"What?" I ask, surprised. "Do you want me to get fat? Additionally I seriously
doubt that my body could sustain four Demi-gods."
"Oh, so you still don't know," Thor says.
"Know what?"
"You're a Demi-god," he says. I blanch at his words.
"How?" I ask, pushing myself from the wall towards the bathroom.
"Your mother was a minor god, the goddess of fertility."
"Impossible," I say as I turn on the hot water in the shower. "My mother was
unable to conceive."
"No," Thor grasps the top of my arms and turns me around. "My father placed a
curse on her, making it so she was unable to bear a child by another god, and
if she somehow did become pregnant, she would die upon the birth of it. She and
her husband tried for many years, but your mother was barren for a male god.
Her husband then left her for the extremely fertile goddess of the harvest, and
had eight children by her. Your mother, very depressed, left Asgard and came to
Midgard. She met your father and fell in love with him. Thinking she would
never have a child, she engaged in a physical relationship with him, and became
pregnant. Elated, the curse flew from her mind and she didn't think about it
until towards the end of her pregnancy. She would never meet you, and never
hold you. My father made it so she would never feel the joy of having a child."
"Why did he curse her?" I ask.
"Because she refused his proposal," Thor states simply. "I was only about four
years old when she had you. My mother, Frigata, was only my father’s second
choice, and he was quite bitter about it for years. When your mother passed
away, he locked himself into his room for weeks and wouldn't come out."
"So I was this close to never being born," I say, hold my fingers about an inch
apart. Thor nods.
"But I'm glad you were, because I believe we were meant to be together. Perhaps
your mother foresaw this as well, for she was also the oracle among the gods,"
Thor pulls me into his arms.
"Maybe," I say.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Kari, I'm home," Dad steps off the elevator into the large kitchen. Thor and I
are sitting on the couch in the living room, reading through some of my
magazines.
"Hey, dad," I smile and wave then go back to the sex article Thor was picking
techniques out of. "Oh, by the way, can you take me to planned parenthood?"
"Why?!" He asks, dropping his brief case on the floor. "Are you pregnant!?"
"No, I need to get the 'morning after' pill," I say, nonchalantly.
"Thor, you're never allowed over without me here again," Dad says. I laugh.
"It's no big deal dad, most girls lose their virginity before they turn
fifteen," I say. "I'm not going to get pregnant, and even if you say I'm not
allowed to be alone with Thor I'll find ways around it, like when you're on
business trips or spending the night at Pepper's."
"Fine, let's go. Bring Thor along, but no sex in the house when I'm here, and
no sex until you get your damn birth control and Thor has invested in condoms.
I don't want to be a grandpa yet," he opens the fridge and pours himself some
orange juice.
"Alright!" I hop up from the couch and click the button on my bracelet. I take
off into the night sky to a clinic open twenty-four hours a day. I hear the
steady thumping of Thor's hammer and then dad rocket boots behind me. I land in
front of the clinic, making pedestrians scatter into the street. I see Paps
down the street and hurry into the building. This is something I don't want
them to know about.
"Hi," the nurse at the front desk greets me. "How can I help you?"
"We'd like to schedule a pregnancy test, then get some birth control," my dad
speaks up from behind me. I spin around and give him the death stare. I turn
back to the woman at the desk.
"I need the 'morning after' pill, but no pregnancy test, and I need to get some
birth control," I say. Thor places a hand on my waist.
"Usually it's not a group affair," the woman says as she hands me a pill and a
cup of water.
"She's still a minor," my father says. "She needs my consent."
"Alright, sign here," the woman passes me a clipboard which I pass to Dad after
I sign it. "Now please go take a seat, a nurse will be with you shortly."
We go sit in the chairs set around the room. Thor pulls the magazine we were
reading earlier out of his waist band and goes back to reading it. He points to
a position he wants to try, and I giggle.
"None of that around me!" Dad yanks the magazine from our hands. I giggle,
making Thor chuckle as well. He presses his lips to my cheek, making Dad glare
at him.
"Kari?" A short, plump woman calls my name from the door across the room. I
stand up, the two men following behind me. The woman's eye brows raise.
"Boyfriend," I point to Thor, "Dad," I point to my dad. She nods and leads us
through the door into a long hallway with doors lining each side. She lets me
into one of the rooms.
"I going to ask you a few questions," she says, to which I nod. "What's your
birthdate?"
"June 18, 1995," I answer.
"Are you sexually active?"
"Ehm, yes," I reply Dad growls, making Thor chuckle.
"What was the date of your first period?"
"Uh, February 4th, 2008."
"Okay, are your cycles regular?"
"Yep," I swing my legs from my seat on the high bed. Thor and Dad are leaning
against the wall and the doctor is sitting on a wheelie chair writing on a
clipboard.
"Alright, what do you need birth control for?"
"To prevent pregnancy?" I laugh. She gives me a look.
"Is this your boyfriend?" She gestures to Thor.
"Mhm," I smile. She nods.
"Okay, what do you prefer? The pill, the shot, or the insertable spermicide?"
"I never thought about that, I just assumed I would be getting the pills," I
say. The woman nods.
"Well, the insertable one needs replaced every three weeks, so you don't really
have to worry about it, the shot is given every year, and the pill is daily."
"Okay," I look at my dad, who just shrugs. Thor does the same. I think about
it. If I'm going to get married to Thor then we'll want to start a family, but
I don’t think I want to have babies when I’m still a teenager. I’ve had an
aversion to shots since I was little, but I’m not very good with taking
medication regularly either. I look up at Thor, who leaning against the wall
with his arms crossed. He smiles, showing me he’ll support me it whatever
decision I make. "I think I’ll take the insertable one."
"Okay," she gets up and leave the room few moments. She comes back with a box
in her hand. She explains to me the instructions on the back, making both men
shift uncomfortably. “We’re doing this now, you two need to leave.”
Thor’s eyes widen, and Dad just nods. He walks out the door, tugging on Thor’s
arm as he goes. I smile, and blow him a kiss, telling him I’ll be fine.
“I need you to remove your pants and underwear,” The woman moves to the
counter. I stand from the table as she pulls on some latex gloves. As I pull
down my pants, she opens up the box and pulls a foil packet. I remove my
panties and place both articles- folded- on the chair next to the door. I sit
back up on the table, waiting for the woman to come back. “Alright lie down.”
            I do as I’m told, spreading my legs for her. She comes up with a
plastic ring in hand. She squeezes it so that the sides are touching, then
presses it into my vagina. I wince a bit, mostly because I’m tender, and try to
relax. She pushes it all the way up; her fingers are pretty much all the way
inside me. I feel the thing flex open, startling me. She retracts her fingers
and goes back to the sinks.
            “That’s how you do it. That needs to be removed in three weeks.
Your period will come, then you can put another one in seven days after you
removed it,” She pulls off her gloves and washes her hands. “You only lost your
virginity recently, yes?”
            “Today, yes,” I blush.
            “Well, it’s a good thing you came in. You seem to be very close to
your father,” She turns around as I pull up my jeans.
            “Yeah, he’s my only family,” As I say the words I realize how
untrue they are. I have a family, they’re on base and they’re in my home.
"Thank you," I smile and stand up to leave. The woman follows me out the door.
Thor reaches his hand out, and I gladly take it. I turn back to the round
woman. She hands me the box of the rings, smiling.
"If you ever need a baby doctor, you know where to find me," she says, winking
at me, I laugh and my dad gasps.
"No! My baby is not going to have a child! Ever!" He rants as we walk back down
the hall.
"Dad, I'm almost eighteen, I'll be moving out soon," I say. Thor grabs me
around the waist and kisses my temple.
"Into my home, I hope," he whispers.
When we get back home, I drift into my bedroom. Thor follows me, and closes the
door behind him. I turn to face him, seeing that he's smiling.
"What?" I ask.
"I just really enjoy seeing you happy," he says. I smile and walk over to kiss
him. When I pull away I go over to my dresser and pull out the sweats he gave
me.
"Here, wear these," I walk over to him and tug on the belt loops of the jeans
he retrieved from his home earlier. He takes the sweats with one hand and cups
my cheek with his other. He leans down and kisses me gently.
"I will sleep with you tonight, so you will not feel lonely," he smiles. I nod,
dumbfounded. We both change into pajamas. Thor wears the sweats and his t-
shirt, and I wear booty shorts with a belly shirt. It's a matching set that
Pepper got me for Christmas last year, to which Dad was opposed completely.
By the time I'm actually ready for bed, after washing my face and brushing my
teeth, Thor is in bed reading one of the many books I have around my room. He
just so happened to pick 50_Shades_of_Gray. ‘What is up with him and picking
out porn?’ I ask myself. I crawl under the covers and press myself against
Thor's side. He places an arm around me, so my head is resting on his chest. He
puts the book down and looks down at me. I raise my eyebrows and he smiles. He
turns me around so that my back is pressed to his chest and wraps his arms
tightly around my waist. He buries his face in my shoulder and sighs deeply. I
turn my head to kiss his cheek but his lips meet mine instead.
The kiss deepens and I end up on my back with Thor above me. Our legs are still
untangled, but his hand roams down between my thighs. His hand goes up my
shorts and he pulls my panties to the side. I finally turn so my entire body is
facing him. He has one of my breasts cupped in his hand and he starts trailing
kisses down my throat.
"Ah- Thor," I manage to say.
"Yes?" He mumbles against my chest. He pulls my shirt up above my breasts and
kisses both of them, then takes one into his mouth, swirling my nipple around
with his tongue.
"We- ah-" he pushes a finger inside me, "shouldn't be doing this," a blush
creeps into my face as he plays with me. I know that I'm already really wet,
and really horny, but I don't want my dad to walk in at any moment.
"Why not?" He nips the tender skin on my breast.
*(THOR'S POV)*
"Because- uh- my dad will- ahh- walk in," she replies. Each time I move my
fingers inside of her she gasps. She is very sensitive- responsive as Mr. Grey
would put it- and I enjoy it very much.
"No, he will not, I locked the door," I release her breast from my mouth. I
look up at her face to see her blushing furiously, her eyes are closed and she
is biting her bottom lip. I pull myself up next to her ear. "I'm going to be
inside you," I whisper. She shivers and I feel her tighten around my fingers,
then relax, then tighten again. She's already having an orgasm, just by me
touching her.
I pull down my sweats, releasing my very aroused organ. She pulls my hand out
from between her legs so she can remove her clothing as well. Kari has a
beautiful body, her skin is pale and smooth. She has wonderful curves, and does
not worry about if her thighs are touching. Her hips are those that I can hold
onto without my hands losing their grasp.
I push myself into her, but she brings her legs together, making herself
tighter than she already is. It's difficult to penetrate her as is, she has a
small body, but now it's virtually impossible. I lean in close to her face.
"Wind, allow me to enter," I use her name meaning. She opens her purple eyes,
which are full of love and desire. She spreads her legs so I my body is align
with hers, and she wraps her arms around my neck. As I thrust I kiss her neck,
jaw, and collar bone.
"I love you, Wind," I look into her face. Her eyes widen and her face, already
flushed, turns into a bright red. She replies not with words, but with her
body. She tightens around me, making me moan a little bit. Then she pushes me
up, so we are both sitting up, and makes me lay down, so she is above me.
"I love you, Thor," she leans down and kisses me. I do not think she has had
much experience riding anything, but she looks like a natural from my point of
view. I know being on top means she can please herself any way, and she does.
After about five minutes she arches her back and I can feel her having another
orgasm. She collapses onto my chest, appearing to not being able to continue.
"Thor, I'll marry you, as long as you make me feel like this every day."
"I can try," I say as I roll us over so she is under me again. Even if she has
already had two orgasms, I am not done yet, and I plan to make her feel at
least two more by the time I am.         
Sure enough, she does. The last time she comes, I come with her. I spill my
seed into her, filling her. As her body convulses I can’t help but be amazed at
the female body. I gently pull out of her, making sure I don’t hurt her like
earlier. I sit up and look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks
absolutely exhausted.
She is the most beautiful specimen I've ever seen, especially in this moment.
With her eyes closed her heavy breathing levels into the deep breathing of a
sleeping person. I chuckle and pull a blanket over the both of us, shifting her
into my arms as I go. She sighs in her sleep as I fix her shirt. I settle in
for the night, cuddling with the woman I love so very much.
*(KARI'S POV)*
"Miss, it's nine AM," Jarvis announces. I groan and roll over, hitting my face
on the firm muscle of Thor's chest. "Miss," Jarvis says again.
"Fine, I'm getting up," I roll over to the edge of the bed and get up. I
stretch, revealing the aches and soreness of the night before, and go over to
my dresser. I pull on some clean panties and another pair of sweats. I go back
over to the bed and climb up next to sleeping Thor.
"Thor, get up," I nudge him. He rolls over to face away from me. I smile at his
back and lay down right up next to him. I press my chest to his back and wrap
my arms around his torso. "Thorrrrr, get up."
"I am tired," his voice comes out gruff. "You exhausted me."
"Look who's talking," I say. "I'm really sore, everywhere."
"I did not mean to hurt you," he sits up and looks at me. I laugh.
"Trust me, you didn't," I get up on my knees and kiss him.
"Kari, Thor, breakfast is done," I hear Dad's voice come through the door,
followed by the quick tapping of his fist.
"Alright," I yell back. "We'll be out in a minute," then I turn back to Thor.
"You might want to get dressed."
"Where are those sweats?" He lifted up the comforter in search of the sweats.
He pulls then out from under the blanket with a triumphant smile. He pulls them
on without bothering with underwear, and then turns back to me. He bends down
to plant a kiss on my lips, which I get up on my knees to retrieve. He tries to
intensify the kiss, but I pull away and skip to the door.
Upon entering the living space, I notice there’s a dining table. Usually we
just eat at the bar, but Dad must be having Pepper over for breakfast. I spot
him, wearing pajamas, at the stove. Pepper is sitting at the table nursing a
cup of straight black coffee. She’s in a pair of Dad’s boxers and a tank top.
It’s the least composed I’ve ever seen her.
“Morning Potts,” I smile as I pass her. She waves a greeting “Coffee, Thor?”
“Please,” He sits at the table while I get out two mugs. I have to stretch in
order to reach the cupboard the cups are it, and wearing a half shirt with no
bra, the bottom of my breasts are exposed. I blush, grateful that my father is
occupied at the stove. I finally retrieve the cups. I straighten my shirt, then
turn, meeting Thor’s eyes. In that moment, I know he had been watching me and
saw everything. I blush further and fill the cups with the dark liquid. I know
Thor likes his straight, but I like milk and sugar in mine.
“Here you go,” I place the mug in front of him, then move to sit in the chair
beside him. He has other ideas, though, and his arm goes around my waist,
effectively pulling me into his lap.
“Do not think I did not see that,” He whispers in my ear. Then he nuzzles my
hair, sending shivers down my spine. “You smell fantastic.”
“Oh, thank you,” I blush and take a sip of my coffee. I watch Pepper, who’s
reading the paper. Every so often her eyes flick up to my father.
Soon food in on the table. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the side. There’s fruit
in a bowl, which makes my mouth water. I love fruit. All kinds. Well, except
star fruit. I adore melons of all kinds. As soon as the bowl is passes in my
direction, I claim most of it, allowing Thor to have a few pieces. Thor still
has his arm around my waist, not letting me go to my own chair.
“Did you spend the night, Pepper?” I ask, putting a piece of melon in my mouth.
She looks up from the paper.
“Yeah, I came in after you went to bed,” She raises her eyebrows. She winks,
making me blush.
“Oh, well. I didn’t hear you,” I say. I feel Thor chuckle, then the hand that
was resting on my waist moves down to my thigh. I blush as his hand slips
between my thighs and his thumb rubs against my clothed center. I press my
thighs together around his hand, grateful that the table is high. I sip my
coffee, trying to ignore the fact that Thor is getting a very wet response from
me.
“I can’t imagine why,” Pepper goes back to reading her paper, bringing a
forkful of pancakes to her lips. Dad is pretty quiet on his side of the table,
across from me. He takes up part of the paper that Pepper’s already finished
with.
“Ah! The numbers are up!” Dad says. I look up from my food, raising my eyebrows
at him. “Ladies, be ready to come into some money soon.”
“Yay! Shopping!” I smile. I love shopping, and now I can take Thor, who is in
desperate need on new clothes.
Soon as we’ve finished the food set out on the table, I rise from Thor’s lap to
begin clearing plates. Pepper sets down the paper to help me. Thor and Dad just
sit at the table; Thor is drinking his coffee, and my father is grinning over
comics in the paper. I smile when Thor meets my eyes. He winks, making my face
heat. I think his newfound sexual relationship is putting dirty things into his
head. He’s been flirty, touchy, and all in all, very intimate. I like it.
“Dad, the dishes are done,” I pull his attention out of the paper as I wipe off
the counters. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Alright, thank you,” He goes back to his paper. “I have a meeting this
morning, so I’ll be gone for a few hours. Then I plan to spend time down in the
lab, working on MarkXIV.”
“You haven’t finished it yet?” I ask, hanging the dish cloth on the sink.
“These things take time, love,” He gets up and comes around the counter. He
refills his cup, then kisses my forehead. “I’ll see you tonight,” Then he walks
down the hallway to he and Pepper’s bedroom, where Pepper has already
disappeared. I walk around the bar to come to Thor’s side. I bend down so I can
whisper in his ear.
“Would you like to take a shower with me?” I press my lips right up against his
ear. He turns his head and his lips meet mine.
“I would love to,” He gets up, picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I
place my hands over my mouth to muffle the giggles trying to escape my lips. We
enter my bedroom, and I see him kick the door closed behind us. He throws me
down on the bed, his hands sliding to the hem of my shorts and yanking them
down my smooth legs. He does the same with my panties, and I think he’s going
to do the same with my shirt, but he stops to observe me.
*(Thor’s POV)*
Kari lies on her back on the bed, her legs bent and spread. I take in the sight
of her. Her pink lips are moist with fluids, obviously ready for me to be
inside her, but I restrain myself.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her. I bend over her body, my hands on her
knees, and kiss her. She reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck, lifting
herself up to press us flush together. I feel one of her hands move to lay on
top my mine. She takes it and guides me to her core. I insert two fingers into
her, and she gasps against my mouth. I curl my fingers, finding the spot that
makes her actually moan.
Of all the times we’ve been together I have never heard her make any sounds
that lead me to believe she’s having pleasure. The only way I know she likes it
is when she comes. Her body always convulses tightly around me, making it hard
to even go on. I have never been with a woman that is as tight as her.
“Ah,” She gasps loudly as my thumb circles her clitoris. She breaks off the
kiss and lies back on the bed. I take my other hand and grip her breast. I can
feel her body tensing, almost ready to come.
“Wind, let go,” I say, ducking down to kiss her throat. “Come for me.”
Suddenly her legs go slack and her core is sucking my fingers into her. Her
back arches and when I pull back to look at her, her face is vacant. Her eyes
are hooded and her mouth is open slightly. I feel my cock throb in my sweats,
wanting to have the warmth of her body surrounding me and pulling me in.
“So, are we going to take that shower now?” I ask after she recovers from her
orgasm. I pull my fingers from her body and put them in my mouth. She widens
her eyes at me, completely surprised that I would even think of doing this. In
reality, I love the way she tastes; She’s salty and sweet at the same time, she
tastes wonderful.
“I would like a shower,” She smiles, pulling my fingers from my lips. Instead,
she places them in her own mouth. She slides her tongue over my fingers,
sucking them clean. I take my hand back and wrap my arms around her. Her legs
go around my waist and I stand up. I carry her into the bathroom. She sheds her
shirt on the way there, leaving her naked in my arms. I set her down on the
tiled floor, and she moves to turn on the streaming water.
“One of these days, I want you to come to Asgard with me so we can bathe in one
of the pools,” I say, pulling my t-shirt over my head. She turns back to me and
hooks her fingers in the waistband on my sweats. She pulls them down, releasing
me. She stares at me, making me return the stare, confused. Then I realize that
she’s never seen me in full like this. I am usually already between her legs
when I’m undressed.
 
*(Kari’s POV)*
Holy FUCK, he’s huge. It makes me wonder how he could even fit inside of me. I
feel my face heat in a blush, and I turn back to the shower. As I adjust the
water temperature, I feel strong arms go around my waist. Thor’s about a foot
and a half taller than me, so when her presses his body to mine, his erection
hits my back. I turn around in his arms, his cock now hitting the bottom of my
ribcage. Suddenly I have a wonderful idea.
I break out of his arms and move to the toilet. I put the lid down, moving to
sit on it. I beckon to Thor, who approaches wearily. I take him into my hand,
making him gasp. I squeeze gently as I lower my mouth to him. I lick the precum
from the tip of his head, then take him between my lips. I run my tongue under
the seam of his head and suck lightly. He weaves his fingers through my long
hair, holding my head in place. I take him out of my mouth and stare up at him.
He’s looking down at me through hooded eyes, making heat pool between my
thighs.
I grip his balls in my hand and rub them together slowly. I start at the base
of his cock and lick up the bottom vein to his head, which I then suck into my
mouth and swirl my tongue around. I hear his breath quicken. I take him into my
mouth until I feel him touch the back of my throat. I rub my tongue under and
around him, pulling off of him and swallowing him again. I repeat these
movements, going faster and faster each time until I feel his balls in my hand
begin to pull up. His hands have gripped my hair so tightly is almost hurts. I
hum against his shaft. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, then there’s hot
liquid running down the back of my throat.
I let him out of my mouth, a trail of cum running down my chin. I wipe it off
and lick it from my palm. I swallow the hot mess in my mouth, trying to show
him I’m willing to do whatever he wants. I can tell from the way he’s looking
at me that he got the message. He loosens his grip on my hair and sighs.
“Kari, you are a beautiful woman,” He pulls me up from my seat and kisses me
deeply. His arms wrap around me, holding me close to his body. “Let’s bathe
now, yes?”
I smile as I nod.
Chapter End Notes
     This is the last part that I wrote, and I don't plan on continuing it
     anytime soon. If someone wants to pick it up and continue, go for it.
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