Ask the average person and they would not call Drax the Destroyer cute. Not even after he’d become one of the ‘guardians of the galaxy’. He was still big and dangerous and scary to them.
For some inane reason this was just not the case with you.
To you he was big and dangerous and completely freaking adorable. He could go from a moment of sheer brutality and bloodshed that would make the scariest bad guy run screaming, to saying something so cute you wanted to mash his face into your chest and keep it there. One minute he might be proclaiming death and destruction on his enemies in gruesome detail and the next he’d give you that sweet little smile that made you see stars. Especially when you walked into the wall that one time… thankfully after he’d left the room.
It wasn’t a secret that he turned you into a ditz either. At least not to the others. Drax probably had no idea he was the reason you’d nearly fallen ass over teakettle down a cliff: saved only by his quick reflexes. Or that it was technically his presence that made you forget why you you’d even entered a room in the first place.
His cuteness would be the death of you one day… that or his lack of shirt and abundance of sexy muscles. The man was built like an ox and not the least bit ashamed of showing it.
One of many reasons that it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to get yourself all nice and tipsy when it was just you and the guy you harbored a great deal of forcibly repressed feelings towards.
Alcohol tends to lead to loose lips. Even the big guy wasn’t immune to that though, which may or may not have made the risk worth it.
He seemed bemused by your easy closeness and lack of fear, something he occasionally commented on while sober, but seemed almost obsessed with while drunk.
Something about how most people were at least wary of him, if not downright fearful. He was the ‘Destroyer’, after all. That was the discussion you’d gotten into after a few strong drinks and your response to this was: “Well, personally, I think you’re cute.”
The statement should not have felt earth-shattering, but it did. The silence also shouldn’t have seemed so loud, but it did.
You’d actually said it! You’d thought it a thousand times, but you had never meant to say it!
Yet there was no denying that you had. Whether because the statement had been building up over so much time or because of that sweet, comforting warmth in your belly: you said it.
When you glanced up at him, trying your damnedest not to look as horrified or embarrassed as you felt, you realized that his expression wasn’t anything you’d been expecting. He looked pleased… Happy even. Suddenly embarrassment felt like a very small price to pay. “Cute?”
The way his lips quirked turned your knees into useless blobs and you were so thankful you’d had the foresight to sit down for this conversation. Especially when he said: “I find you cute as well.”
Did he just… no. No way.
It wasn’t possible that he’d just called you cute. There was no way his smile could be anywhere near flirtatious, and yet that was exactly how it came across. Sweet and flirtatious.
It was such a shock that your jaw dropped a little before you could find the good sense to close it. Then you spent the next few seconds opening and closing your mouth in a poor attempt to reply, only to realize you were a tongue-tied mess with no chance of a coherent reply.
Drax just called you cute!
“You seem surprised.” He stated easily and sounded almost smug at it.
“‘Surprised’ would be putting it mildly.” Your voice came out very much akin to a squeak.
If anything that seemed to amuse him more.