chapter 3

"Don't lie to me, woman", he groans in that baritone of his, looking down.

"What the fuck did you call me? I...if you don't believe me..." I growl and start to walk away.

He mumbles.

"I'm sorry, what?", I spit back.

"I want to", he says quietly.

"What?"

"I WANT to. Believe you. Think I have a second chance. That I'm worth something again..."

"You KNOW you're worthy. You defeated Thanos. I saw it on TV, on the news...you had Mjolnir in one hand and Stormbreaker in the other. I think you could have destroyed him all by yourself."

He smiles at that, but it fades.

"I'm depressed", he says. "I'm angry. I'm not often sober. I'm...broken with grief. And I'm fat. I'm fat...I don't expect you to...I'm fat!" He pulls up his shirt. "Is THAT the man you want? That isn't the man any woman would want", he coughs.

I wrap my arms around him.

"And you rejected me and I still have feelings for you. So who's the stupid one?", I ask.

"I never rejected you! I didn't come back because I couldn't! Can you forgive me?", he asks.

"I do. I WANT you."

He tries to suck in his stomach. "You don't want this."

"Stop that, stop that", I insist, pulling him closer. "Let it out."

"I should be getting back....", he says, "Except...I don't want to leave. I'm so sorry I never came back."

"But you have", I say. "And so have I. Not everyone. But you and I... we're here."

I don't know if we hold each other five minutes or five hours, but I pull him into my room, and we both collapse onto the bed into each other's arms.

We hold each other. For everything and everyone we lost. For deaths. For the loss of his parents, and his brother, and his best friend, and his people, and his planet, and for my own death. For concepts, for ideas, for things we used to believe in that we'll never believe again. And maybe for the fact that we were both lost, and we're now found.

The next morning, I open my eyes as light pours into the window, and I can finally actually get a good look at the man in my bed in the daylight. His face is rounder and fuller than it used to be. In sleep, all that pain and stress that just radiated off him last night is gone. He looks like an angel, a dirty angel, surrounded by a cloud of unwashed blonde hair.

His belly rides low on him and expands soft, round, and full with each breath. He's a pear shape, which I never expected, with huge jiggly hips, a big butt, and thighs as thick as tree trunks. His arms are much thicker, fat over hard muscle. And he has moobs.

Assuming he's sleeping, I try to get up to use the bathroom and one of those thick arms shoots out, around me, to stop me. "No, no, no, stay", he mumbles.

"I thought you were asleep", I say.

"I was watching you inspecting me", he says, and I know I'm blushing.

"Sorry", I offer.

"It's okay", he says, his eyes still closed. "I know I'm different."

"You're extremely different. And extremely hurt", I say, "But you'll recover."

He opens his eyes. "I...can't", he whispers, tears in his voice.

"Why not?", I ask.

"I can't go on without them, without even my home...I don't want to", he says. "I will never be the man I once was."

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you give up!", I yell at him. "You can be a different man."

"A man with no family? With no hope? No home? No world? And no love? Sophie... I'm fucking...broken", he confesses, and collapses into sobs. I pull him my arms. "And I'm no one's hero now, just look at me."

"I'm looking. You're no different from any other man on this planet. Guess what, you're not perfect! But you're alive and you're strong and you're..."

"What?", he asks, snuggling closer, and I see he now has one brown eye.

"Exactly what I missed for so long", I say. "But I can tell you're not..."

"What?", he asks. "What??!!", he shouts when I fall silent.

"Interested", I finish.

"In what?", he asks. He was always thick as concrete in some ways. "In you?! I....never imagined you would want.... I never stopped wanting you or caring for you", he says, "But I have nothing to offer a woman. I wouldn't feel like a man with nothing to offer you."

"Thor, the world has changed as much as you have. I don't know what you think I'm expecting, but we're all lucky just to be alive", I tell him

"I have no home."

I open my arms. "Yes you do."

"Don't say this....don't say this", he growls. "You don't mean it. Don't say it." Hope crosses his face for a split second. "You can say it if you mean it."

"I mean it", I say, kissing him and when he kisses me back, it's like he never left. It's like lightning is striking over and over.

"I'm...", he gestures down his body. "A man of girth now," he says bitterly. "You knew me before."

"There's not an inch of you I don't adore", I respond, lifting his heavy arm to my lips. I pull up his tight tshirt and kiss his tummy while his mouth hangs open.

"Let me touch you", I add, "Let me..."

"No", he says, yanking me hard against him with the subtlest of hand movements. He's stronger than he ever was. "Let me."

"Do you really want...?", he growls.

"Yes."

"I am...changed. We can't be together the way we were. My body is different", he says.

I kiss the tip of his nose. "Humanoids have been having sex for the past 3 million years. We'll figure it out."

"Three million, really?", he asks, distracted.

"Yes."

"T hat's what I get for dating a scientist."

"This", he says, patting his belly, and I'm instantly soaked, "Is an obstacle between us now."

"No, it's not. Your body is an obstacle to getting to your body? That doesn't make any sense. All of you is YOU, so all of you is perfect."

He steps away. "I don't think...I think maybe I should have a shower..."

"Stop!", I laugh, and pop open the button on his pants that was screaming in torment. His belly plops out into my hands.

"Oh God, that's embarrassing...I'm sorry."

I pull him into a kiss. "I want you, Thor. Don't keep me waiting."

He freezes. "I...okay." I pull on top of me and get him out of the rest of his clothes. Every part of him is round and bouncy from his belly to his love handles to his bottom to his thighs that are bigger around than my waist.

"See I don't think...", he starts, "I can't get close enough, I...."

"I think maybe I should try straddling you." His boxers are so tight, I don't know how he got them up as high as he did. The waistband is slicing into his thick, chubby hips. The weight has settled into his lower belly, but mostly hips, thighs, and bottom. It's going to take some bigger boxers to go over this bottom half of his. A sore red ridge runs around his plump hips.

"That looks painful", I say, yanking them off and kissing the red marks. He's getting harder by the minute.

"I thought you looked pretty normal on TV...I didn't notice much of a difference, a little in your face, that's because you're still not that big up top.", I say.

"Oh I know", he says, "I'm so big on the bottom. I look like...the Man of Iron would say I look like I should be in a rap song."

"I know you miss him, but the Man of Iron needed to close his mouth from time to time", I comment, and try to straddle him.

"Ow, ow, nope, nope. I gotta get back to yoga class", I laugh, "I can't get my legs that wide, I can't get my legs around you. Baby, you are thiccccccc. Those hips are something else."

He's bright red. "This was a bad idea. I told you we couldn't..."

"Shush!", I insist. "Get on your side."

"No, no, no...wait, did you just call me baby? Nevermind, let me do this." He blushes. Back to business, he comes down on top of me, supporting himself on his huge arms. I wrap my legs around him, and help him heft up his belly. He's riding hard against his abdomen, and I come down on him. He sinks deep inside.

I gasp sharply. "Baby...oh god, that's it...", I cry out.

"Is it good? Is that comfortable?", he asks.

"You're soft. It's very comfortable", I sigh against his ear, planting both hands on his big solid bottom and push him deeper. He gasps.

"I can't, I..." He's frozen with embarrassment.

"Look at me, Thor, keep looking at me. I care about you. I'm so happy right now to be with you. You're incredibly hot to me."

He growls and shoves himself deeper. "That's my God of Thunder", I croon into his ear, and he loses control, pushing harder and faster.

"By the gods, I missed you. You're still my woman, do you understand?", he groans, "I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped....I'm this planet's protector. And yours."

He slides deep within me and I gasp. "Welcome home", I whisper to him.

He twists his body the way he used to, and the effect is double as the base of his penis rubs just the right spot, coupled with a roll of fat. He touches me and lightning shoots from his fingertips beneath my skin.

"Oh! Are you all right?!", he yells.

"Yes, that was....wow", I say. "I felt...electrocuted in a good way."

"I didn't know you could be electrocuted in a good way. That's never happened before. Never", he protests.

"Maybe because I...", I can't say it. Not without knowing how he feels.

Lightning shoots between us again and I feel like every nerve ending in my body is alive.

He pushes deeper and gasps. "I feel like I'm plugged into a circuit!", he howls and cums so hard, his entire body lurches. His breath comes in spurts and he finally drags in a few gusts of breath.

"I have an idea", he says, putting his fingers between my legs. A shock of lightning hits me. "Oh my God!", I hear myself scream. "Again", he says with an evil smile and shocks me again. I've cum five times before we've both satisfied the experiment works.

"I don't even need batteries", he jokes, kissing me.

I press forehead against his. "I have an idea", I say. "Maybe time for that shower now."

He turns red. "Okay...you're right, but only if you join me."