Godly Attracion   von Rose-de-Noire
                               (ThunderScience)
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                            Kapitel 2: Hello Again
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HELLO AGAIN


They had parted with a shoulder slap  and a smile, not much more.
But Bruce had patted Thor's bruised arm  right on the greenish bruise and the
Norse God had offered a much too  innocent smile.
Then the two Gods were gone and Bruce  had hopped into the car to drive away
with Tony.
And this had it been so far.
Nothing more than a short heated rush  on the carpet in the aftermath of a
battle, still high on the  adrenalin rushing through their veins.
That should have  been it, if it weren’t for those few hushed and softly
whispered  words they had shared.

***


Cap smiled at them all like it was  Christmas and his birthday on the same day
and he would get all his  gifts twice and fireworks too, and everyone was really
surprised as  he announced that Thor would be back with them in little less than
a  week.
Some days later Dr. Bruce Banner sat in his new laboratory  at the former
Stark-Tower, now Avengers-Tower and stared into space –  not literally, he
just had zoned out to memories of his and Thor's  post-battle “experiences”.
And, of course it was right then  when Clint, high as a kite on a sugar rush –
who thought it would  be a good idea to feed the Hawk with about seven big bags
off gummy  worms instead of actual food? – stormed in; practically bouncing 
from the walls, to claim, “The big Asgardian hunk is back in town,  should be
here in the evening!” and off the assassin bounced.

Bruce took the opportunity to – nope  he didn't hide himself away in his room,
he just was very engrossed  in his notes of his latest experiment. Yes, nothing
else.
He  knocked at his door anyway.
He ignored him, chewed on his pen a  little more, trying to keep his minds
focused on his forgotten notes.
He knocked again.
And it knocked once more.
“Son of  Banner...” Thor's voice, “Bruce, my friend, why does thou shun 
me?”
Bruce cracked like an egg in the  thunder god’s hand and got up to open the
door, leveling the blond  with a stern look.
At least, he tried to level Thor, but all he  did was reach for the clasps on
the god’s cape and pull Thor  roughly into him, stumbling backwards into the
room, clashing their  mouths together, hands roaming all over.
HELL NO!
Hell yes...
Their  kiss drifted from feverish to soft and the wild groping to a gentle  hug.
And when they needed to come up for breath their eyes  locked.
Blue on brown; and Thor made a decision, not even caring  if Bruce would return
his own feelings. It was just the right thing  to do. And, Thor would do it now.
Bruce hands slid to unbuckle his  armor.
Thor would go to do it right after this.

Bruce hid his nose in the crook of  Thor's shoulder, deeply inhaling the god’s
musky smell, licking at  the skin, salty once more from whatever task the God
had come from,  and his hands moved over the broad chest, gracing a nipple with
his  fingertips.
Blond hair flew as Thor threw his head  back, groaning, moving his hands to get
Bruce out of his plaid shirt.  He needed to feel skin and muscles against his
own skin.

Thor found himself on the bed, the  mortal straddling him, head thrown back in
ecstasy and his fingers  digging deep into the scientist’s thighs, undoubtedly
leaving  marks.
The Asgardian arched upwards and  moaned, sliding even deeper in the hot body
over him, taking one hand  from Bruce's hips to place it on the man’s neck,
pulling him down  into a sloppy kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths.

This  had been more than he had ever hoped for, Bruce thought as he smiled  down
at the sleeping man he lay on. His bed was really too small. But  as he had
tried to roll down from Thor, the Aesir just had let out a  soft snore and
fastened his hold onto him. So Bruce had stayed where  he was.
But they had to talk as soon as Thor awoke... Thor was  still officially with
Jane, and it made Bruce more than uncomfortable  to know that he currently was
“the other one”...
He would never have given in the first  time, had the scientist be aware that
the other was supposed to be in  a relationship. Never.
But here they were... naked and sweat  drying on them.

Thor awoke to a silently snoring  blanket in form of a sprawled out Bruce on top
of him.
It felt more than nice. The flat,  muscled and hairy chest, the curly mess of
hair pushing under his  chin, and even the fact that he got drooled on. It still
felt  perfect.
The thunder God had to go. Now.
There were things to  fix, as the mortals would say.
He was just done with putting his armor  back on when the man he had placed
gently under the covers mumbled  drowsily, “Thor, where you're going?”
The Aesir heaved a sigh  and leaned down to place a kiss on Bruce' brow, “I'll
go to see  Jane, but I'll be back soon...”

***


“Bruce,” Tony measured his  science-buddy with a concerned look, “what's
wrong, you look like  you're hammered?!”
The other scientist startled and the bacteria  sample he held in hand clattered
to the floor.
Why the hell Tony  had to use the word hammered?
Tony Stark's eyes widened a fraction at  the strange behavior as he crouched
down to pick up Banner's Petri  dish, “Sorry, but you look like someone died
since Thor is gone  again.”
Bruce sighed and left the lab with no further word,  leaving behind a stunned
Tony.
Why the hell did Tony have such an  unintentional talent to poke at his wounds?
Bruce Banner wasn't the guy to pine  over someone. He still was the Hulk, the
mindless beast no one  trusted and certainly no one was supposed to love... 
But there  had been some hope sparking in him when Thor hadn't stopped him as he
 had pulled him into his room and Bruce had nearly ravished him.
And  then they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
And then, then  Thor had left to see Jane.
And Bruce had stayed back with way too  much to mull over.
Hadn't Thor whispered sweet words into  his ear when they had made lov... they
had slept together?
Hadn't  the God of Thunder not let go of him in his sleep?
And Thor –  that idiot – had kissed his brow when he told him that he would 
leave Bruce to see Jane.
Banner started to get greenish at his  ears... A bit not good.

Thor came back after two long weeks to  a battlefield.
Avengers-Tower was a mess and Bruce was  all green.
The god grasped the first one crossing his way on the  level of the living
quarters.
He leveled his jeans and Stark  Industries-sweater clad brother with a curious
look, “Aren't you  supposed to hide away, Loki?”
“Sorry bro, your lover attacked  my lover,” Loki gave a lopsided smile, “I
had to intervene...”  and vanished was the God of Lies and Mischief again,
leaving the God  of Thunder with a green cloud of smoke and to deal on his own
with  the Hulk.

Hulk – currently happily smashing  the wall long plasma screen and the sofa of
the community living room  – turned around and stared at Thor.
Thor stared back.
Hulk stood there mid blow and rooted to  the spot.
Thor did so as well, Mjölnir halfway in the air.

“Thor hurt Bruce!” the big green  accused dangerously growling and the
Asgardian's thoughts shot into  overdrive. He? When did he hurt Bruce?! Had he'd
been to rough? Had  he...
Hulk’s fist crashed into Thor's stomach and all the air  wheezed out of his
lungs along with his thoughts.
Still: he hadn't intended to hurt Dr.  Bruce Banner. To hurt the man had been
the absolute last thing he  wanted.
Thor blocked the next of Hulk’s blows  with Mjölnir, though it didn’t
really help– he could feel his  wrist straining and then pain exploded.
So, this was how his  brother had felt as the Hulk had used him as a punching
bag...
Thor got back to his feet and tried to  remember exactly what had happened the
last time he had been  with Bruce, while he tried to fight off the Hulk without
hurting him  all too much.

Then Thor suddenly had sort of an epiphany. By  the Allfather, his brother had
been right: he really should learn to  use his brain before he spoke!
His voice was somewhat unsteady as  he addressed the Hulk, “I just was
visiting the Lady...” his jaw  almost cracked at the next of the Hulks blows
and he decided a short  excuse would be the better solution, he could explain
the rest to  Bruce later. Hopefully.
“Hulk,” he tried, keeping his eyes  locked on the big guy’s greens ones,
“I am sorry! Let me talk to  Bruce and explain...” he ducked the next blow
and it seemed that  the Hulk finally caught up that the God hadn't fought back
as the  green toned down.
Thor talked on, “Please,” his voice was  almost small, “let me explain to
Bruce that I love him.”
This  seemed to do it, as a hue of brown slipped into the green of the  Hulk’s
eyes and his ear-tips turned pink.
Thor, God of Thunder  cursed anyway as the Hulk jumped out of the window, slid
down the  buildings side and disappeared in the nearby park.
Thor followed.

Bruce came to in the shadow of a huge  tree behind some bushes, covered with
Thor's cape, the God himself  sitting on a nearby stump watching him intently.
“Would you  listen to me now,” Thor's voice rumbled, “please, Bruce.”
He  just nodded, picking himself up to sit and lean against the tree.  Looking
the other man over, Bruce became aware that Thor had slung a  scrap of his cape
around his right wrist and his jaw was swollen and  red, also there were several
other scratches and soon to be bruises  littering the muscled arms.
The scientist watched the god coming  over to him, crouching down so their eyes
were level and then Thor  began to speak. 
“I have to admit that I really choose the wrong  words when I left you, Bruce
Banner.” Thor stated, “But, I am not  my brother and I was hurried. On the
plus side,” his voice became  soft, “there's no way I am able to think
clearly when you look at  me with those big brown eyes of yours.”
Bruce stared at his  hands which held the cape together and blushed involuntary.
Thor  smiled and continued, “I just went to see Jane Foster to... to,  like
you mortals would say, 'break things off'...”
At this  Bruce's eyes shot up, looking at the God's face searching he 
stammered, “You left... left Jane for... for me?”
“For  who else,” Thor breathed and leaned in, “Doctor Bruce Banner?”
Bruce tilted his head to the side and  one of his hands shot up to cradle the
Aesir's cheek before closing  the gap and kissing him.
Thor winced.

They found themselves back in the  tower, in Thor's room, Bruce sitting astride
on Thor's hips, rubbing  cooling gel into several scratches and bruises, while
the other man  lay stretched out on his bed, smiling up at the Doctor, “You do
not  have to apologize for them one by one, even though I really  appreciate
your effort to place kisses on them before applying the  healing balm, love.”
Bruce grinned, “But I want to! You have  so many wounds... it's a perfect
excuse to kiss you all  over...”
“You,” Thor rumbled and moved his hips upwards, “do  not need an excuse to
kiss me all over...” his hands shot out to  pull the scientist down into a
kiss.

The tube with the cooling gel clattered  to the floor as Bruce let go of it and
trailed his hands down Thor's  body while answering the Gods push with his own
hips and his mind  became fogged once more by the scent of the Aesir.
The scientist found himself under Thor  after a bruising kiss and slung his arms
and legs around the man,  pulling him closer with a satisfied moan.

Thor smiled and happily and nuzzled his  face into the other man’s chest,
skimming his nose through softly  tickling hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell
divine...”
Bruce shuddered beneath him in  appreciation and pushed his hands into blond
strands, pulling the God  gently upwards pushing his own face in the crook
between neck and  shoulder and mouthed against bruised flesh, “You smell of 
eucalyptus and musk... heavenly...” he then bent his head back to  whisper
into Thor's ear, “What will Asgard say, if you end up with  me?”
The Aesir lifted his head so he could  look into Bruce’s brown eyes, “I
disobeyed my father’s and  Agard’s orders in worse ways, and Mjölnir is
still by my side...”  Thor’s voice sounded determined, “If they do not
want you by my  side, it is their misfortune, not mine, Bruce Banner. And there
is no  if in this – to use my brother’s word – equation.”
The scientist blinked a few times then  the question bubbled out of him, “You,
Thor, disobeying Odin’s  orders? How so?”
Thor shook his head wearily. “I am  afraid I did something which will not
please you.” Thor rolled off  of Bruce, leaning against the headboard and
pulling the shorter man  to his side. “But, it was the only way I could come
back to  Midgard, and to you. I had the urge to tell you what I felt and that  I
fell for you. And, that I want you by my side, Bruce Banner.”
The  scientist perked up and looked at Thor. “Tell me anyway?”
“I  will.” And the God of Thunder continued, taking a better hold of  Bruce.
“I denied my father’s order to sew Loki's mouth shut.  Again.”
The man by the God's side darted up to stare at Thor.  “Sew... his... mouth
shut?”
Thor barely nodded. “Yes. And  then father decided to throw Loki into a cell
and me along with him  for several days, so I would learn my place.”
Now Dr. Banner was  really shocked. “Odin threw you in a cell?”
The Aesir  shrugged and pulled Bruce down against him once more. “It worked. I
 learned my place.” Thor's voice was deep and growling. “I also  saw how the
tesseract lost its influence over my brother. So, when I  was released, I helped
Loki escape and made a bargain with my father:  if I don't find Loki in the time
passing of half a Midgardian year,  Loki would be free to do as he pleases as
long he does not try to  rule over Midgard or any other realm.”
“Let me take a wild  guess: You used your brother’s words to get this deal
from  Odin?”
Thor just nodded and Bruce shook his head. “You know  where Loki is, don't
you?” And the scientist rolled onto the god,  catching his eyes.
Thor's chest shook as he rumbled out a chuckle.  “Yes, my beloved, I do know
where my brother is. But he didn't hurt  anyone, only saved my friends while I
was not yet sent back to  Midgard.”
Bruce Banner nodded again, thinking for  a moment. “Your father was right: The
cell showed you your place.”  and he leaned up to kiss the God of Thunder.
Thor reached to pull  Bruce closer, kissing until they both where breathless.
“Yes, my  place is by yours and my brother’s sides.”

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