"Grab the popcorn!"

"Get it yourself!"

"Steeeeve," you whined, "I'm in the blanket already!"

"The blanket can be moved!" he yelled back from the kitchen, seeming suddenly immune from your best begging voice.

"But you're in the kitchen!"

You turned at the sound of dishes banging around in the room behind you, worried that you had actually managed to anger the normally placid Captain. It didn't seem like a big deal to ask him to grab one more thing, but apparently it had done nothing but incited a hissy fit. "Okay, I'll get it myself, you big baby!" Throwing the blanket from your finally warmed-up feet, you huffed and sat up in time to see him balancing everything in his arms and making his way towards you.

"No, stay there, I've got it," he smirked, but once looking up at you he stopped immediately with his smirk gone and replaced with a look of shock. "I thought that maybe just this once you'd get off your lazy...woah, that's not a blanket."

You looked down at the large red covering that you thought was a blanket, and held it up to your face for a closer inspection. It felt heavy enough in your hands and it was sure providing a great deal of warmth, so your confusion towards Steve was clearly evident. "It was on the couch, so I assumed..."

"That's Thor's cape, (Y/N)."

"No shit!"

"You'd better put that back where you found it before he gets home. I can't imagine that he'd be too happy with your messy butter fingers all over it." Steve pushed through the tight space between the couch and table in front of you, lining up the snacks he had brought in for your movie night. Once they were set up to his liking, he dropped himself onto the couch next to you, lifting your feet to rest over his legs and setting his bowl of chips on them. "Seriously, put it back."

"But it's so warm," you whined, giving him your best pout. "He's not here yet, and he doesn't need to know if you can keep your big mouth shut for once, Captain Honesty."

"Rude."

"Truth."

"Hmph, fine, leave it on," he scoffed, looking away indignantly. "You could use a good spanking with that attitude." You swore you could see a glimmer of mischief in his bright blue eyes, even as he watched the movie, and it almost gave you the desire to tempt fate just to see how he would react when Thor arrived. Steve talked a big game, but he had never followed through on a single threat.

"And who exactly thinks they could give me one? Hmm?"

Steve's cheeks quickly flushed and he turned to reply, undoubtedly something that he would try to convey with his perfect sarcasm, but you wouldn't be able to hear it before Thor stepped up behind you and stood, looking down at you with firmly crossed arms and a stern look.

"(Y/N), I must ask what you're doing with my clothing."

"Hey, T-Hammer," you smiled politely in contrast to the scowl he was giving you, "um, I thought your cape was a blanket. Sorry." Hurrying to pull your legs free from Steve's arms and the bowl that was resting on them, you pulled back before he could move and spilled his chips all over the bright red material. "Oops, my fault, sorry, sorry!" you gasped, hurrying to clean them up as Steve simply sat and watched with a wide grin. "You could help," you mumbled angrily under your breath, but he sat unmoving.

"I could. But I'm not gonna."

You scooted yourself onto the floor in front of him, pushing his legs aside and off of the table so that you could pass by to continue cleaning up, but his foot hooked his drink and it came crashing down over you, saturating your shirt. "You jerk, you did that on purpose," you growled, raising up with a fire in your eyes now. "You are such a little shit, Rogers."

"I didn't! I swear!"

"Are we certain that you two are not of relation?" Thor interjected, reaching out to yank his cape away and save it from any further risk of mess. "Siblings, perhaps?"

"Ew, I'm all sticky. Oh, and it's in my hair!" You began unbuttoning your shirt to get the soaked and cold material away from your skin, but Thor hurried around the table to stand in front of you, trying to shield you from Steve's eyes and anyone else who might show up.

"Here," he offered, pulling off his fitted t-shirt, leaving his chest bare and his muscles in clear view, "please, wear this so that you are not exposed."

"Thanks, but I've been in front of you guys in less than this before," reaching out to take it and throwing your shirt aside. "We were all practically naked on the mission in Puerto Rico two months ago after that mudslide. I'm way more dressed now than I was on that day, Thor."

Steve grumbled something incoherent and covered his eyes, turning away to avert them as quickly as he could while he waited for you to put Thor's shirt on; you didn't miss his reaction and took your sweet time getting covered. "Something wrong, Cap?"

"Are you descent yet?"

"Yep...oh, wait, my bra's wet too," you chuckled, reaching below the shirt and adjusting a few times, finally pulling it out through one of the massive sleeves and holding it up successfully. "There, done."

He uncovered his eyes, but they widened at the sight; he reached out and grabbed the undergarment from your hands and put it on the farthest end of the couch from him. "(Y/N), come on, you're like my little sister. I don't need to see that."

"That is why I thought there was a familial connection," Thor nodded, "the roles you play together are not unlike Loki and I." He reached out and took your hand, assisting you from the floor with a loud laugh at the sight of his shirt draped over you, the sleeves hanging down to nearly your elbows and the length of it almost to your knees. "You look so tiny in my shirt, (Y/N). It's...strangely enjoyable to view."

"Really? This is enjoyable?" you smiled, taking a small spin in front of him, but turning to the Captain for his opinion. "Do you think I'm cute too, Steve?"

"That's not exactly the word I would use."

"Come, (Y/N), let me assist you to your room so that you can change into more appropriate attire," Thor offered, holding out his hand, which you readily took. "Although, I may have something of my own that is closer in size that you would enjoy." He stood silently with his open hand rubbing against his jawline as he looked at you, envisioning the clothes in his closet and what he would give you to wear. "I must say I do appreciate seeing my shirt on you. It's something I've never experienced before, as no one would dare to dress in a god's clothing."

"Thor, just admit it," Steve chided, standing and slapping his shoulder with a firm hit, "you think it's hot to see a woman in your clothes. It's not unusual for that to happen, believe me."

"Gross, Steve. I don't need to know what turns you on, thanks. You're old enough to be my grandpa." You stuck out your tongue playfully and stepped away to pull Thor behind you, but he didn't budge from his spot, still watching you move under the flowing cloth of his shirt.

"You watch it, (Y/N). Remember that spanking I told you about..." Steve began, but paused to look at his motionless friend with just a hint of concern in his voice. "Hey, Hammer Time, you okay?"

"Yes," Thor mumbled in a nearly inaudible whisper, staring shamelessly at you, his eyes wandering over your form, "I do agree that it is quite hot...here. Yes," he repeated, this time clearing his throat and jolting from his trance to step around you, all but dragging you away from your movie night with no plans for you to return. "I think I do have something you could appreciate as well, (Y/N)."

"Gross!" Steve called out behind you as you disappeared from sight, turning towards the mess left behind with a loud sigh and his hands resting on his hips in frustration. He assessed the area as he would with any strategy, sitting heavily on the couch and ignoring the broken chips scattered on the floor and the sticky pile of clothing that you had left behind; he was more than happy to leave that for you. He smiled to himself and grabbed the cape that Thor had left behind, wrapping it around his shoulders before focusing again on the TV and leaning back with a hum of contentment.

"Wow, this really is comfortable. I might need to rethink the uniform."

Part 2

"Steve."

"Steve, wake up."

"Rogers!"

"What?! I'm awake," he snapped angrily, pulling the blanket back up over his head, "shut it already. You're so loud."

"I would, but Thor will blow a nut if he sees you burritoed in his cape like that. You probably drooled all over it too, didn't you, you big Neanderthal?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no," he groaned, throwing the cape back with a startle, standing up from the couch to distance himself from it as much as he could. "I fell asleep watching the movie. The movie that you were supposed to watch with me!"

"Well I'm sorry! I got...sidetracked..." you huffed, shaking your head with disappointment. Thor had invited you up to his quarters the night before, and things hadn't ended quite as you had anticipated, leaving you in a terrible mood that Steve was only exacerbating.

"Sidetracked?" he paused, searching his sleepy mind. "Okay, I don't want to talk about that," he grumbled, waving you off, "there are things that I never ever need to know, and what you do with Thor is one of them."

"How about what I didn't do with Thor?"

"If you say that Thor's not your type, I'm going to judge you pretty hard," he smirked. "The man's everyone's type, (Y/N). Have you seen the build on that guy? And he's so polite and honorable. Don't even get me started on the smile that lights up a room."

"Hey, I can step aside. You seem like quite the smitten kitten."

Steve playfully stuck out his tongue and hurried to fold Thor's cape the way it had been before you had used it on the previous night, hoping that he hadn't actually drooled on it like you suggested. He turned it over and inspected the garment carefully, and when he felt secure that it was okay, he put it down on the couch with a firm pat of his hand, walking away and disavowing any responsibility after that.

"(Y/N), could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Crap," you muttered, grimacing to an amused Captain before putting on a smile and turning to Thor. "Sure, T-Hammer, what's up?"

"Perhaps...alone?" he suggested, giving Steve a polite wave of thanks as he left the two of you alone in the living room. Thor held out a hand to direct you to sit on the couch, which you followed, positioning yourself at the farthest end from where he stood with a rigid posture that didn't escape him. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No," you sighed, "of course not. I'm just not sure what you might say."

He nodded and paused, running the events of the night before through his mind before cautiously taking a seat on the other end of the couch, matching your uncomfortable feel as he waited to speak again. He had brought you up to his room, and you had willingly followed, but once there he had quickly become unsure of himself and how to act around you; it was something that he'd never experienced before, and to have it happen in front of you left him shaken.

"I want to apologize for my behavior," he began. "I'm not certain about what happened, and I apologize for making it an awkward situation to find yourself in."

"It's okay, Thor, you don't have to apologize."

"I believe that I do. I experienced a strange phenomenon and I made the situation uncomfortable. It was nothing of your doing, please be assured." He stopped and stared ahead, his mind racing through the events as they replayed, his voice lowering to a near whisper when he began again, "I wanted it to be very different."

Everything inside of you wanted to reassure him and go to him, but being who he was and knowing that he was a prideful man, you worried that anything you did might come across as pity. Slowly making your way across the cushions of the couch, you took a spot next to him and slowly put your hand on his knee with a slight hesitance until his hand came up and rested over it. "Thor, come on, you're being hard on yourself. It happens to a guy sometimes, and it's not a big deal."

"Interesting choice of words, (Y/N)."

"Shit," you groaned, slapping your other hand over your eyes, fully embarrassed. "That's not what I wanted to say..."

"It's alright," he smiled and finally gave a quite chuckle that diffused some of the tension around you, "I believe that a lighthearted view of the situation makes me feel better. What would also make me feel better is if I might ask to court you properly. Our hasty progression to what happened last night may be a factor in how it ended."

"I would like that very much," you smiled in return. "What did you have in mind?"

"First, I shall ask the Captain for his permission."

"I'm sorry?"

"It is the respectable thing to do, to ask the patriarchal lead for their consent to court a female within their family."

You pulled your hand from under his quickly and stood in front of him, now both offended and shocked that he would think that Steve Rogers would have any say over who or what you did or didn't do. "Steve and I aren't related, Thor. Just because he acts like my older and really damn annoying brother, he has no right to say if you can date me."

"But he's the leader of the team as well?"

"So?"

"I...I don't know..." he stammered, "I thought it would be the appropriate thing to do."

"Well it's not," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration at the mere idea of Steve having even an ounce of control in this. He made it clear that he didn't want to know anything that happened between you and Thor, and you were more than happy to oblige. But then your ideas began to shift, and thought that it might actually be fun to mess with the kid. "But hey," you smirked, "let's ask him anyway! I would hate for you to feel like you weren't following some weird protocol or tradition, right?"

"(Y/N), if you say that we don't have to-"

"Nonsense!" You grabbed his hand and yanked him up from his seat with as much strength as you could muster, pulling him towards the kitchen where Steve was making his breakfast. "Steve? Thor has a question for you."

The Captain turned around from his work with a half-eaten piece of toast hanging from his mouth and a glass of orange juice in hand, his eyes wide at the sudden interruption and the excitement in your voice. "Sure, Shakespeare in the Park, what's up?"

You slid your hand onto Thor's back and pushed hard, thrusting him forward into the room with an awkward stumble, looking back at you with a hint of worry in his eyes now. You had made him nervous again with the change in your attitude towards him asking Steve, and felt that you were up to something of trickery.

"I...um," he paused with a hard swallow, "I should like to ask for your favor in allowing me...to court...(Y/N)."

Steve stared blankly, completely confused as to why he was being asked, his eyes darting from Thor to you and back several times. "Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the patriarch around here, big fella," you smiled. "So Thor needs to know if you're going to have any problem with him giving me the business on the regular. You know, bumping uglies, putting the hot dog in the bun, giving the old hammer a swing-"

"I've got it," he shuddered, raising his hand to stop you, "please stop. I don't need to know anything about what the two of you do. Ever."

"Well that is quite a relief," Thor smiled, clapping his hands excitedly. "But please feel free to let me know if our engagement in sexual activity becomes a burden to you in any way, Captain."

"It already is," Steve grumbled, throwing away what was left of his food and pouring his juice down the sink with a sigh, "appetite, gone."

"You know what, Thor? Being a man himself, maybe Steve has some insight into what happened to you last night?" you goaded, nodding towards your friend.

"Yes, perhaps you're right. Steve, last night when (Y/N) and I were in bed-"

"No! I'm gonna stop you right there!" he snapped, thrusting his fingers into his ears and turning to run. "Can't hear you! Don't want to hear you! Never, ever want to hear you!"

Thor looked at you with a bit of confusion, but it gradually turned to a broad smile when he realized just what you were doing. He was actually a little ashamed of himself for taking so long to figure it out. He gave chase quickly to follow Steve, but not before he stopped at the doorway to give you a kiss in passing. "I do believe that this shall be quite a fun adventure."