This was it, finally they were alone, nothing but each other’s company to see them through the night.
“Mrs. Thor,” Jane laughed, gently pushing Thor against the wall. He responded with a kiss, soft but sweet, just a taste of what was in store for the night.
The two, Jane Foster and so-called Demi-God, Thor, we wed on Midgard. Now they stumbled into the honeymoon suite of a grand, five-star hotel in New York City. What a place to bring crashing down with their thunderous love. Thor smiled, he didn’t really understand Jane’s laugh, but the face she made as she did so, he found ravishing.
The sweltering heat toyed with them, the need to make love overpowering. They eventually staggered over to the bed, Jane pulling at the buttons of Thor’s tuxedo, eventually exposing his well sculpted torso. The perfect height, she licked up, from his naval to his chest, leaving a damp trail. The God’s arms flexed as he pulled Jane up onto the bed, pulling off his blazer, bow-tie and shirt, letting them drop heavily to the floor. Thor slid above his new wife, pressing her down into the bed. Sweat dripped from his body, onto the clean white dress. His big hands groped at the dress, but try as he might, this Earth-made dress was more complicated than the Asgarding could deal with. In his frustration, Thor poked his finger through the seems of Jane’s dress, and in one swift movement, the fabric was shredded. Jane’s shocked expression turned into a fit of giggles as Thor’s eyes moved from the expensive torn gown, to his wife’s naked body. Jane pulled her husband forward by his trousers, pulling them down in an almost clean jerk. Both Jane and Thor smirked, leaning in to each other’s lips, passionately kissing.
“How about we move this somewhere… More bearable,” Jane whispered. She stood, pulling the god to the bathroom, and bending to turn on the shower. As the jets burst into life, Thor and Jane pressed against the glass shower wall. Thor kissed, sucked, and lightly nibbled the human’s neck, to her audible delight. The warm water rained down on the duo, washing away Jane’s perfect make-up, revealing her natural beauty. She gripped his back and shoulder and moaned as Thor held her up against the glass, his stiff member forcing it’s way into her, her body squirming in pleasure. Thor thrust in and out, attentive to his wife’s wants. His nails dug into Jane’s sides, trying to keep her aloft. She squealed, excitement overcoming her as an orgasm built inside. Thor’s large penis had no problem hitting her where the most satisfaction came from, and soon, she completely let her body go to orgasm. She screamed lightly, clutching Thor’s golden locks. He continued pounding her until he came inside her. Their breath hitched and heavy until it settled.
“That was amazing.” Jane sighed, collapsing into the bathroom mat.
“That was….” Thor didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t care. He’d just made love to a most exciting, enticing, incredible midgardian, what more was there to say?

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Anonymous ASKED

I shall, but can you please do me a favour and remind me of this on Friday, I’m so forgetful and it’s highly likely I won’t remember to do this! Thanks (:

Anonymous - That was very long indeed but I love the enthusiasm!
I will try to get it done for you as soon as possible but as of right now I’m a little busy! It is a good prompt though and I will absolutely start working on it as soon as I can!

Steve was spending more time in the gym now than ever before. He was finding his time in the 21st century to be just the most confusing and horrible experience of his life, and he fought in the war. First of all, there were a lot more people around now than there used to be. People were playing all kinds of different, bizzare music on these tiny box things that they were just casually blasting into their own heads. He asked one kid if Vera Lynn was in one of those boxes and got a sideways glare and a “fuck you.” Nobody in their right mind would even dare to mention the internet to him. People pitied him. They thought he was old and out dated, the Internet Explorer of super-people. Honestly, he was from a different world to them. At least in the gym he excelled. Strength was his forté. Few people bothered him in the gymnasium, and he liked it better that way.
Since the Avengers were brought together, Steve had been pushed to the edge. He had been craving the chance to get back into the gym and blow off some steam. Tony had been driving him barmy. Whilst his heart was in the right place, Tony was very arrogant, and if one wasn’t careful around him, heads would dissappear into walls. It was hard to talk to Natasha without feeling like you were being interrogated, and it was rather nerve-racking talking to Bruce for fear of provoking him. The other members of the team and S.H.I.E.L.D Steve hadn’t had much of an acquaintance with thus far. Except Fury, who was the big boss man and, as Tony puts it “big boss man don’t take no shit from no one.” And then of course there was Coulson. As much as Steve liked him, he ran the risk of giving him the wrong idea. I mean, he was technically courting Tony, it would be wrong to let Phil think there was something going on.
Steve found himself back in that familiar place once more, zoning out of the 21st century and into the punching bags of the 1940s. He worked up quite a sweat, pounding his anger into the leather sacks. Mumbling about how much he would like to punch Tony in his self-righteous, gorgeous face. Grumbling about trying to lead a team of unwilling, highly dangerous men, and women, to attempt to do more good than damage. He wasn’t expecting all his hard, masculine work to end with a noise part-way between a cry and a whimper when he heard a sudden voice behind him.
“You have not had the most enjoyable of days I presume?”
Steve whipped around, his eyes falling on the familiar face of Thor. An alien.
Well, he claims to be a god, but there is only one god, and in Steve’s books he tends not to wield a hammer.
“Uh, you could say that.” Steve panted, rubbing the sweat off his brow with his tough hands.
“I understand you aren’t from this time, Captain of Rogers?” He seemed pleasant enough to Steve, even if he was a little… Odd.
“It’s just Steven Rogers, sir, I was a Captain in the war, but feel free to call me Steve.”
“Is this not war, Steven Rogers?”
“I think we might need a new term for this, sir. I don’t remember there being alien races or murderous… Uh, gods, last time.”
“Maybe not, but the battle remains the same.”
Steve took this comment in. He was right. Power. It’s always about power.
“Hey, you’re alright Thor.”
Thor contemplated this for a moment. Tony told him about moments like this, when he was in doubt as to what someone says he is, he should always respond similarly.
“Yes, you are well also, Steve.” Steve frowned, shaking off this unusual remark and patted Thor on the shoulder.
“Good talk big guy. Might I catch you here tomorrow?”
“I shall frequent to this… Gymnasium to seek your company, Steven.”

The next day, it would have been wrong to say that Steve wasn’t looking forward to his meet-up with Thor. The night previously had been okay, apart from the fact that Tony finally slid into bed next to Steve after being in the labs for a few days on end, and the snoring commenced. At first it was okay, Tony snored from time to time, Steve had grown accustomed to it. In fact, nights when Tony wasn’t snoring, or at least breathing heavily, tended to be harder on him than the snoring. To be frank, Steve found it mildly comforting. But Tony happened to have contracted some kind of flu during work and his snoring sounded much more nasally, and quite painful to hear. What Steve reallly fancied was a good ol’ chat with his new buddy Thor. Once again, Steve was pumping his muscles into the bags, when Thor appeared from behind him. This time, Steve came out with a more masculine sound.
“Hello there,” Steve smiled, giving his biceps a rest.
“Hello, Steven,” Thor returned. They looked uncomfortably at each other for a moment, as if struggling to continue the conversation. Steve eventually broke the tension.
“Want to go some place quieter?”
Thor scanned the room. It was empty, except for one S.H.I.E.L.D guard, presumably there to prevent a fight. He looked nervous, as though the two well built men would simply split him like a twig. Well, they easily could, but they wouldn’t dream of such a thing.
“I would indeed like to go somewhere else with you.”

Moments later the two found themselves in a lounge, away from surveillance.
“You know Thor, I was wondering.” Steve began, “I’m not suggesting you are,infact a God here, but you are very much a fish out of water. Yet you seem pretty much at home. How do you do it? I mean, I wake up in the morning and Tony flies in through the window with hot coffee. Where I come from, the mere though of an automobile without wheels was almost impossible.”
“Where I come from is a lot different, Steven. We have things you Midgardians could never dream of, yet your, ahhh, vending machines, they are simply madness. But the acquaintances, no matter where you land, they do not change.”
“In what respect do you mean?”
“You will always meet a beautiful maiden, Steven, and you will always meet a very wise person. You will always meet the misunderstood being, and you will always meet the kind who will do more harm than good.”
“Where I come from, we called him Hitler.” Steve joked.
“You make merry my friend, but you will find my words to be quite correct.”
“And Loki, what kind is he?”
“Loki is my brother, and he is of a kind nature and good soul, lead off the path that was set for him.”
“And you have faith he can get back on track?”
“I know he will, he just needs guidance. You see, when we were boys, we played together. Often times, when I would fall ill with what you Midgardians refer to as ‘Bieber Fever’, my brother would sit with me throughout my sickness. He would rest his hand against my forehead. His hands were never warm, and the contrast in temperature would help to make me feel myself again. He would tell me stories, of the glorious battles that we would fight together, side by side. I will not lose hope that my brother will return to me, but I am certain that my father will present him with the most severe punishments. But if I am king, I will be good to my brother. I will give him a normal punishment, and I will prove to him that where father saw bad in him, I only ever saw good.”
“That’s nice, Thor.”
They sat together silently. Thor’s mind drifted to before Loki thought himself different to Thor, when they shared stories and merriment like this. For the first time in a long time, Steve found himself drifting back to when Bucky was alive. Bucky was a brother to Steve, and remained true until his death. He couldn’t imagine how Thor must be feeling, watching someone he cared so much about lose sense of what was right. Without thinking about it, Steve’s head lowered, resting on Thor’s shoulder. Steve was surprised to find that Thor hadn’t prevented him from doing so, and felt Thor relax underneath him. For the first time since the 1940s, Steve felt contentment.