Lavender
Thor’s POV
Thor froze when Hazel’s mouth pressed into his. Her lips were soft and warm. He felt a warm shudder run through his body as she held herself against him. Thor wanted to wrap his hand in her hair and pull her closer but he didn’t know how to make a move. After what felt like an eternity she stepped away, shock in her eyes. Thor wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. She disappeared into her room and shut the door.
You should have said something! Thor was cursing at himself. He wanted to knock on the door and see if she was okay but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Thor stood there for a solid minute, staring at the door, before walking in silence back to his room.
He typed in the code, still in shock, and entered his room. Thor left the lights off and pulled off his shoes before laying on his bed. The sheets were still unmade and smelled like Hazel’s lavender perfume. He could still feel a tingling sensation on his lips.
She will be the death of me. Thor thought to himself before falling into a lustful sleep.
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Hazel’s POV
Hazel didn’t know how long she sat leaning against the door. She expected tears to fall but none came. The kiss had felt so right but she wasn’t sure if Thor felt the same. He had tensed when she pressed her lips against his.
Why did you do that? Hazel was mentally slapping herself. Now you can never be friends. But Hazel was lying to herself. She wanted to be more than friends.
Finally, Hazel gathered the strength to pull herself up from the floor, dragging herself to the light switch. She flicked it up allowing a warm light to illuminate the room. The room was similar to Thor’s but looked newer and was lacking personal effects. Before she walked away she noticed a sticky note on the wall next to the switch. Hazel pulled it down and read it out loud in a hushed whisper.
“Check the closet, firecracker.” Hazel rolled her eyes, knowing Tony had left the note. He’s never going to let that go, is he…
Hazel walked into the main bedroom and looked around. On the far wall sat a massive window stretching from the floor to the celling. Beyond it was showing a view of the glowing city below. Hazel would never have enough of this view. On the left wall was a large bed covered in cream colored sheets and pillows. Above the bed sat a large blue abstract painting which could best be described as an open ocean. Hazel liked it.
A portion of the wall behind her stuck out to create another room which Hazel knew was the bathroom. The door was in the short hallway type area where she had been sitting in earlier. Leaning against the extended wall was a massive closet. Hazel pulled open the doors and gasped. From top to bottom was filled with jeans, skirts, shirts, tank tops, dresses, shoes and more. She had never been a huge fan of clothes but seeing all of this got her excited.
Another note was stuck on the inside of the closet door. Hazel read this one out loud in similar fashion to the first one.
“I had JARVIS scan you for a size, before you think I’m some sort of creep. Hope these are your style.” Hazel was grateful for Tony’s donation but couldn’t help but think how expensive everything must have been. She leafed through layers of soft fabrics, pulling out a few items which she really liked to look at them closer. She was impressed, Tony or JARVIS, whoever had bought all of this, had gotten her style pretty spot on.
Everything was some sort of shade of black or grey except for the occasional maroon or emerald green. At least three slightly different pairs of combat boots lined the shoe rack on the bottom of the closet. Hazel opened the other two pairs of doors and continued to be shocked. Behind one of them there was more clothes but behind the other was an endless pile of accessories. Miniature shelves were lined with sunglasses, bracelets, earrings, rings, watches and necklaces. Hazel never knew one person could have so much clothes but now it was her. She didn’t know what else to do so she closed the doors and walked back towards the bathroom door.
She walked through the door and entered the tiled room. The lights flipped on automatically illuminating the room with a similar yellow toned lighting.
A large bath sat in one corner of the room, behind it a shower. Everything was a crisp white and looked brand new. Tucked away in another corner was a toilet. The entire wall on her right was lined with a marble countertop which was only broken by a single lavish looking sink. The wall above the counter was covered up to the celling by a mirror.
Stark really knows how to get it done.
On the countertop sat a few unopened bottles containing lotion, hand soap and facial wash which Hazel assumed were more expensive gifts from Tony. There was also a cup containing a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. How did he even get all of this at such short notice? Hazel decided to stop questioning things. This was Tony Stark she was talking about. Hazel was about to get into the shower which contained more bottles of what she assumed were shampoo, conditioner and body wash but she noticed another sticky note on the mirror.
“I don’t know shit about makeup so you and Natasha can go buy some later.” Hazel read aloud. Hazel couldn’t help but smile. First of all, it was amusing to read Tony’s notes, she could almost hear his voice in her head. Second of all she felt happy, and safe. Both of these she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her whole life she had grown up poor and after the war it hadn’t been any different. She found it hard to keep a job without getting bored or messing it up somehow. Having all of this was a new feeling.
Hazel finally decided to take her shower before it got too late. She wanted to join in Loki’s transport and she wasn’t sure if they were going to wait up for her if she overslept.
Hazel began pulling off her underwear and the oversized shirt, only leaving her pair of dog tags on. She remembered she was wearing Thor’s shirt just before she threw it into the laundry chute. Hazel was hit by some sort of emotional wave before deciding to wear it again later. She placed it on the counter top by the sink and reached into the glass shower. Hazel pulled the handle forward as a barrage of steaming hot water came streaming like rain from the celling.
“Fuck!” Hazel yelled as it burnt her skin. She swore at herself again to keep quite, not wanting to wake up anyone else. Hazel braced herself, reaching past the water which scalded her skin before quickly turning the handle slightly colder. She retracted her hand but by the time it reached her body the water had already cooled down.
Hazel reached out tentatively to feel the water before stepping in. It was now the perfect temperature. Hazel always liked it when the water was a little too hot.
After not having taken a shower in a while the clean water felt heavenly against her skin. Hazel allowed the water to flow over her, soaking her hair before begin to clean herself. On the wall was a small shelf. Four different bottles sat on it along with a brand new shaving razor. Hazel was relieved, it had been a while since she shaved.
Upon closer inspection there was a bottle of lavender scented shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream and body wash, all of which came from the same expensive looking brand.
“How the hell did he know I like lavender?” Hazel decided once again not to question it. She pulled the shampoo off of the shelf and poured a little in her palm. The calming scent of lavender hit her nose as she rubbed the shampoo in her hair. Hazel sighed, feeling clean again.
As the shampoo soaked in her hair Hazel began shaving her legs and arm pits. After a few minutes Hazel rinsed the shampoo out and replaced it with conditioner. Before washing the conditioner out Hazel scrubbed down her body with body wash. Now that she was clean she stepped out of the shower onto the fluffy white bathmat. In between the shower and the bath was a rack containing different sized towels. She pulled the biggest one off the bottom shelf allowing herself to sink into its plushness. It was almost as long as her as she wrapped it around her chest before pulling another smaller towel out to wrap around her hair.
Hazel walked over to the large mirror adorning the wall above the sink and looked into her own brown eyes. Her parents had called her Hazel due to her eye color which was quite accurate although now they were rimmed with red and surrounded by black due to the lack of sleep. It was still early in the evening but tomorrow they were having a long day so Hazel decided to crash early.
Hazel turned on the tap and washed her face with the also lavender scented face wash.
“Damn, this is like lavender paradise.” Hazel loved it. She pumped a bit of the lotion onto her hands and rubbed it on her face. Hazel pulled the toothpaste out of the cup and put some on the toothbrush. Thank God this isn’t also lavender flavored. Hazel thought to herself as she brushed her teeth. She used another cup which she had noticed behind the one with the toothpaste and toothbrush in it to rinse her mouth as well as drinking a bit of water.
Hazel then began opening the drawers under the counter. Most were empty other than one containing feminine hygiene products and another with a few bottles of deodorant.
“Damn, he really did think of everything.” Hazel muttered out loud before finding what she currently needed. She pulled out a hair dryer from the final drawer and plugged it into the wall. In the same drawer there was a hair brush which Hazel was grateful for as she pulled it through her tangled mess as the hot air blasted it.
Her dirty blonde hair was only just below her shoulders but it took nearly ten minutes to dry it due to its thickness. Once she was done Hazel unplugged the hair dryer and replaced it back in the drawer. She left the hairbrush on the counter knowing she’d need it tomorrow.
Hazel yawned and decided it was finally time to go to bed. She pulled the towel off of her body and placed it in the towel chute along with the one she had used to wrap her hair earlier.
She then pulled Thor’s shirt back on, inhaling his musky scent before leaving the bathroom. The lights flipped off as she left the bathroom.
Hazel turned off the main light switch in the room and pulled the curtains closed. The only light was now coming from the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. Hazel sat on the bed and pulled the alarm clock up to her. It took a few swear words and hits on the top of the clock before Hazel got an alarm for 6:30 on. She knew it was early but she didn’t want to be late.
Hazel replaced the clock on the nightstand before pulling the covers on top of her. She lay her head on top of one of the pillows, sinking into its softness. I wonder what Thor is thinking of right now. Hazel thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Little did she know he was dreaming of her right the second and it wasn’t the cleanest of dreams.