fanficition cove

Originally written/posted: December 2011
Fandom: Avengers (2010)
Pairing: Bruce/Thor
Rating: G
Word Count: 488 words
Notes: I should get back into drabbles…not reread.

The first thing that Bruce notices about Thor is that other than being very massive in size and almost too-loud, he’s got the kick for life that Bruce lost once the accident happened–when he’s sitting, quiet and alone, locked in his laboratory, he can admit that he probably never really had the hunger that Thor possesses, but on the good days he’s able to lie to himself and accept it.

Lying has always come quite easy to Bruce. He’s always been one to live in comfort.

Along with being enamored with life in the way that Tony is enamored with himself, Thor is also keen on making new friends, and that means running into Bruce’s laboratory when dawn is just bleeding into the morning sun–because somehow, in the few months that they’ve gone from teammates to friends, Thor has been strikingly observant and apparently knows that he’s more than likely to fall asleep in his laboratory–Thor drags him out as Bruce fumbles his way out of the room and down the hall.

What’s scares him the most, about this blossoming friendship with Thor that has somehow spiraled out of control, is that he doesn’t mind. He likes spending time with Thor, even if the Norse God makes him susceptible to hulking out (because there really is just something about Thor that makes you easily excitable), he honestly enjoys his company.

He’s even willing to admit that he looks forward to it.

Bruce has always been exceptionally shy, no thanks to the countless times his parents tried to break him out of his shell. Either Bruce is not interesting enough, or is too intimidating, but for some reason people normally don’t try to break the rough exterior and get to know him. Most people don’t know that Bruce used to love to ski before the gamma radiation accident, that he actually does like those stupid romantic films that he complains about whenever Natasha insists that they all watch them, pressed together closely in Tony’s living room.

Thor tries, which on most days Bruce can’t comprehend, because surely there isn’t anything interesting about Bruce. Or, at least there isn’t anything interesting enough about Bruce that would make Thor want to still be his friend after a few weeks of the same routine. But day after day, Thor is still the one dragging Bruce out of his laboratory more often than not, he’s still the one that toasts his poptart for him and hands him the morning paper with a smile on his face–it really is a brilliant smile, all things considering. It’s different and nice, and somewhere along the line Bruce has come to truly treasure it.

Sometimes, when Thor leans over, and says, “we’re going to have a glorious day today, Friend,” Bruce believes him, because normally, they do.

For the first time in a long time, Bruce counts more good days than bad, and it makes him smile.