I really need Thor to tell me he's gonna fuck the sadness & anxiety outta me. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk
A/N: Thor x F!reader. Smut. Anxiety.
You stagger down to the lowest floor of the quinjet. Your hand flexes sporadically as you pin it to your chest. Your head throbs - flutters and pulses behind your skull. There’s blood staining your boots and your tac gear. There’s the taste of it in your mouth.
You brush past the others, not even pausing when Steve calls after you.
“Let her go,” You hear Natasha tell them. “That was a lot.”
Yes. It was.
I feel like there aren't enough Thor/Reader stories and this one is amazing, love how Thor comes to the reader to help out in whatever way he can ❤️