Borrowed
Hazel’s POV
Hazel pulled the door shut behind her as she entered the bathroom. The light was automatic and switched on when she entered the room. Much to her surprise the sink was lined with a few expensive looking products and some other things Hazel had never seen before.
Thor is quite the lady when it comes to beauty. Hazel thought to herself as she picked up one particularly expensive looking bottle of some sort of men’s hair product.
Hazel placed the clothes down on the counter and stepped towards the toilet. She relieved herself before washing her hands and face. Her chest pains were returning as the pain medication began to wear off but there was also something else. She felt close to Thor although they had only spoken a few times, much closer than she held felt to someone in a long time. Hazel couldn’t help but hope there was some sort reciprocated connection coming from Thor but she quickly brushed the thought off. Like an actual God would care about some mentally damaged human.
Hazel shook her head and tried to clean herself up the best she could with a small washcloth and the sink. She moved quickly as not to keep Thor waiting but it had been quite sometime since she had taken a shower. Although she did feel clean waking up in the hospital bed the previous day. Someone must have washed me. Hazel wondered who, hoping it might have been the blonde God. Once again she shook off the thought. It was probably just a nurse.
Hazel quickly dried herself off using the edges of the washcloth, not wanting to waste any of Thor’s towels. She looked around the bathroom and noticed two small, silver doors hidden in a corner. One was labeled towels and the other laundry.
Hazel shrugged and disposed of the washcloth in the towel chute. Hazel then pulled the knot at the back of the hospital gown causing it to fall to the floor. She picked it up and threw it down the laundry chute.
Hazel walked back to the sink only wearing a pair of black panties. She wasn’t sure where they were from as they weren’t hers but she didn’t think too much of it.
Thor’s shirt sat on the counter. Hazel picked it up and pulled it over her bare top half. As it brushed over her nose Hazel took in a deep breath. It smelled musky with some other scent she couldn’t quite place her finger on. She shivered, not knowing exactly why.
The navy blue fabric fell down a little further than the gown had, brushing against the back of her thigh. The sleeves were far to long and passed her fingers by a long shot. Hazel rolled the oversized arms up to the beginning of her biceps.
She then picked up the sweats Thor had given her. They were obviously too narrow and short for Thor but too large as well for Hazel. She could’ve easily fit both legs in one pant hole.
Hazel opted to go without.
Hazel looked at the mirror one more time, brushing some tangles out of her hair with her fingers before walking back towards the door. She pushed it open with ease and re-entered Thor’s bedroom, sweats in hand.
“They’re much too big.” Hazel laughed as she handed the pants back to Thor. He smiled in response though his cheeks turned pink at the same time.
“Do you want something else to wear?” Thor asked. His eyes seemed to be drifting down her bare legs but snapped back up within seconds.
“I think I’m fine for now.” Hazel played with the edge of the rolled up sleeve as it began to unfurl.
“I think Stark wants you to meet the team.” Thor announced, breaking the once again uncomfortable silence.
“The team?” Hazel was intrigued.
“The Avengers, we call ourselves. We are a team of superheroes, well that’s at least what Stark calls it.”
Hazel’s eyes widened.
“So that’s why Captain America was here! And you, a God! Wow, I feel really irrelevant right now.” Hazel smiled and shook her head.
“A beautiful maiden like you could never be irrelevant.” Hazel’s cheeks turned bright red at the comment. She turned her face away to look at the ground and fiddle with her sleeves a bit more.
“Well, let us meet the team!” Thor announced enthusiastically, almost a little too much so. They both felt comfortable yet extremely nervous when around each other.
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Thor’s POV
“A beautiful maiden like you could never be irrelevant.” The words left Thor’s mouth before he could think about what he was saying. You fool. She probably thinks of you as some sort of freak of nature.
Hazel’s cheeks went crimson as she turned to look at the ground. Thor was glad she wasn’t currently looking at his also flustered face.
“Well, let us meet the team!” Thor bellowed a little too loudly. Stop acting like a fool! He mentally punched himself in the face for acting so strangely. For some reason he felt closer to Hazel than any other previous woman in his life yet at the same time was never farther. To distract himself he pulled on his boots.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Hazel looked back up at Thor, her cheeks reverted to their original tan sheen.
Thor opened the door and gestured for Hazel to leave first before walking out and closing the door behind him. It clicked shut as the locks zipped into place.
“Such a gentleman.” Hazel joked. Thor smiled. He was doing that a lot with her around as she was constantly making jokes or bearing her own contagious grin.
“Anything for you, My Lady.” Thor imitated a bow similar to how she had done earlier that morning. She laughed once again, a slight flush returning to her cheeks.
“Again with the Lady thing. I might as well stop trying.” Hazel rolled her eyes and began walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Thor followed in pursuit, his large strides quickly catching up to her slightly shorter ones.
He quickened his pace in order to press the elevator button for Hazel. She just laughed.
“What ever would I do without you.” Hazel lifted her hand to her forehead and feigned distress. Thor smiled once more.
The elevator doors glided open a second later and Thor gestured for Hazel to move inside. She stepped in and Thor followed.
“They are probably all eating breakfast right now.” Thor announced, pressing one of the buttons on the inside of the elevator. It instantly began its descent.
“So, how many of you are there?” Hazel questioned. She looked up to Thor from her spot next to him. The elevator wasn’t small yet their bodies were unnecessarily close. Thor didn’t mind and it didn’t look like Hazel did either.
“Gods or Avengers?” Thor returned.
“Both, I guess.”
“Well there are six Avengers, including me. Gods on the other hand, I wouldn’t know. There are many in the nine worlds.” Hazel seemed impressed.
“Is Loki a God?” Thor could tell his name caught on her tongue, almost like poison. He tensed, remembering Hazel’s state after his brother used his mind games on her. I’ll move him to the prison tomorrow, and then I’ll never need to see the animal again.
“Yes, and he is my brother, although I wish he wasn’t.”
“I thought so.”
“How did you know?”
“He called you brother in the plaza; I just wasn’t sure if it was actually true.”
“We might be related through blood but it doesn’t go any farther than that.”
“Okay, good.” Hazel seemed happy with that answer. Thor just hoped she wouldn’t hate him after knowing who he was related to.
As if on queue the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. A group of people sat around a wooden table, all eating their own different meals. The chattering going through the group died down quickly as they saw Thor step out the elevator with a girl wearing his shirt next to him.
They weren’t quite sure what to think as Tony snickered from the small kitchen next to table.