Do you ever think about the fact the thor can probably most likely definitely pick steve up like nothing -- hold him up against the wall with steve's legs wrapped tight around his waist, his arms loose around thor's neck as he kisses him wetly, eyes fluttering and moaning from the tenderness of it. And all thor can do is support steve's weight with one arm under his ass and a large hand clamped around steve's throat, trying to keep him still, trying to taste more of his cherry red mouth...
DID SOMEBODY SAY “TURN THIS INTO A MINI PROMPT”???? NO??? TOO FUCKING LATE, ASSHOLES!!!!!!
“Friend Rogers,” Thor says, “Are you inebriated?”
The year might be 2012, the Dodgers might have moved to California, and computers might fit in your hand, but none of this means that Steve Rogers got drunk for the first time in three years on two sips of his teammate’s Asgardian moonshine.
“Oh my God,” Steve slurs, offended. “No. I’m just tipsy.”
