Rekindle - Flufftober 2
Summary: Thor and you meet again.
Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader
Square 13 filled for @avengersbingo (expired): Reunited
Square 15 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): old flame
Square 6 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space
Warnings: Thor has low self-esteem, fluff, a tiny hint of naughtiness, mentions of past breakup, a hint of harassment towards chubby Thor
Rating: Mature
Trope: Reunion
Words: 1029
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
The wind blows a little harder today, but you still smile.
Fall finally arrived, and you are giddy like a child to collect leaves and visit the pumpkin patch.
The world changed once again. The world order was restored. People came back, and everyone got a second chance.
Even if you are not the lucky one who got her true love back, you’re happy for the others having the chance to love each other again.
“Another one, please,” you dip your head as a familiar voice catches your attention. It comes from one of the seats outside your favorite bakery. “It’s delicious, ma’am.”
You step closer, eyes glued to the man ordering another slice of pumpkin pie. “Thor?” You blink a few times. He’s still as handsome as you remember, but he’s got a belly now.
A thick blonde beard frames his face, and he’s got long dreadlock-style blonde hair. He looks different, but his eyes are the same.
“It’s really you!” you smile widely and hug Thor before he can react. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”
“Y/N?” He gasps as you won’t let go of him. “I-I’m good. Uh-I try to get in shape again and find a place where I belong.”
“Whoa, a lot is going on in your life.” You let go of Thor and smile at him. “I heard what happened to Asgard. I’m so sorry, Thor.”
“It’s…we found a new place. We’re about to build a new home for the survivors,” Thor drops his eyes to his belly. “I’m not the man you used to know, huh?”
“Why are you saying this?” You sit on the free chair at his table. “Did you change so much? I can still see the kind man I met five years ago.”
“You’re too kind to speak the truth. Look at me, dove. I’m fat and useless,” he sighs deeply. “I just can’t find a reason to…” Thor shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You didn’t bother me at all, Thor,” you reach out to touch his hand. “We all have ups and downs. You’ve lost so much. No one could endure such pain without losing hope. But I know you are strong enough to overcome all of this.”
“I lost more than hope,” he sheepishly admits. “There is nothing worth living for any longer. Most of my days I spend at the café, eating more food to fill the emptiness inside of me.”
“Thor, in front of me still sits the man sweeping me off of my feet,” you squeeze his hand. “If you want to have a slice of pie, I can keep you company. I wanted to have some tea and pumpkin pie too before I go to the pumpkin patch.”
“Pumpkin patch?” Thor’s eyes sparkle.
He remembers how you invited him to go to a pumpkin patch before your relationship fell apart. Thor had to leave to help Asgard and didn’t return for almost a year.
Jane Foster came back into the picture, and before he knew it, you broke up. You didn’t want to share his heart with another woman or spend years apart from the man you love.
“YES! They got the best pumpkins, or so I heard. I want to find the perfect pumpkins to decorate my store and home,” you hastily explain. “You know how I get when it comes to decoration.”
“I remember,” he flashes you a smile, making his cheeks dimple. Thor places one hand on his belly, sighing once again. He’s not the good-looking man you dated years ago in his opinion.
You smile at Thor as the waitress places the plate with the pie in front of him. She looks Thor up and down, judging him for ordering another slice of pie by dropping her eyes on his belly. The woman shakes her head before turning her attention toward someone yelling at her.
“I…you recognized me,” he whispers to not catch the waitress’s attention. “People these days don’t do this often.”
“Why wouldn’t I recognize you, Thor?” You frown deeply. “You’re still my Thor. Of course, I recognized you, dummy.” You grin.
“Y/N, you don’t have to pretend. I know how I look,” Thor mumbles. He dares not to meet your eyes; afraid he’ll see what he sees in most women's eyes these days. Rejection and disgust.
“Thor, you should know me better,” you get up from your chair to cup his face to look Thor deep in the eyes. “I always admired and loved the man you are, not how you looked. He’s still there, I can see him in your eyes. You lost your way for a moment, but you will find your footing and get back on your feet. And I like me a cozy belly to…”
“…to what?” He furrows his brows when you dip your head to whisper something far from innocent in his ear while you run your hand over his belly. Thor gulps hard, suddenly feeling hungry for something else than pie. “Oh—”
“If you are free, you could join me to choose the pumpkins for decoration and pie, and later, we can go for a walk and collect a few colorful leaves.”
“I’d like that,” Thor watches you sit back down, a content smile on his face. “How many pumpkins do you need?”
“Enough for two,” you return his smile, feeling your heart flutter when Thor grabs your hand to hold it like he used to do.
Maybe this is the chance you have been waiting for.
Thor is back in your life, and you’d be damned if you let him walk out on you ever again. You’ll give him something that he’s longing for.
A home and someone who’ll love him unconditionally…
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Desire
what defines a want, versus a need?
drunk words are sober thoughts, is what they say.
i belive that it’s an insight to the subconscious; still sober, but not thought about.
i don’t think about missing you.
but I know I do.
i’ll write and write with no escape from you.
do you even read these?
you know the persona I’ve made, an account with no attachment to my true self.
but you know the connection, you’re the only person I’ve ever trusted.
yet I still trust you, hence why I haven’t changed; I still post my struggles in hope you see.
my whole life I’ve chased, it’s all I’ve ever known.
the thrill of the hunt is what I live for, but I’ve grown tired.
I crave for you to hunt me; seek me out and reconnect.
you know how to reach out to me, I’ll never keep that passage blocked
yet you don’t initiate the chase, do you still keep your end of the bargain?
i love you, I say as I’m plastered, alone, in the park we came to love.
a six pack sits next to me, tasting uglier than ever.
yet all I think about is your beauty; not just physical but spiritual.
sat upon the hill we last sat at, i wish you hand was intertwined with mine.
why did I ever let you go?
that mistake haunts me to this day, 254 days later.
i’ll admit I lied.
i think about missing you all the time, it never leaves my mind.
like a scar that is a fragment of old times.
you own me, my heart and my soul.
it all belongs to you.
no matter how intoxicated i am, whether I’m drunk, high or sober; I miss you with weight only comparable to what Atlas must endure on the daily.
3/6.
is how much I’ve drank, this beer tastes of death.
i’ll continue to drink as a way to mask my feelings.
only my face feels fuzzy, you beside me made my entire existence feel fuzzy.
yet no amount of drinks will make me ever feel the same.
a 45 minute drive.
something I’d never think twice about making.
39 miles, approximately 2.3 gallons of post-industrial elixir.
an approximate 6 dollar ride to heaven, a ride I can only wish to make every day .
your name and mine, next to eachother since the beging of time.
biblical and sylabilic.
we were meant to be.
tears drop from my eyes as I write this, I listen to songs that remind me of you.
did you know my band is covering the song I love you most to?
to be high on life; only with you is to live, and baby I’m dying.
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