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“What song makes you think of me?”
Not exactly what Steve expected to hear first thing in the morning. It was six am, the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon line and Steve desperately wanted a coffee. He didn’t normally drink caffeine, but for some reason today he just craved it. He turned his head, bleary eyes trying to focus on the long haired god in front of him. Thor had a habit of jump scaring him by speaking, though.
“‘Scuse me?”
“What song?” Thor started, excitement seeping into his voice in such a degree that it was almost palpable in the air.
“Makes me think of you? That’s a hard question, love.” Steve said as he wrapped the thunder god up in a hug from behind.
“Is it? Really?” Thor said back, tilting his head to lean on Steve’s shoulder.
“Mm,” Steve answered, eyes slipping back closed in the dusky light of the early morning. “Would it be cliche to say Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin ?”
“Maybe, but you can’t deny it fits well.”
“Mhm. Coffee?” Steve mumbled, pressing his face to Thor’s back. He loosened his grip a little as he felt Thor go to turn around. When they were facing each other, Thor pressing a mug into his hand, he finally reopened his eyes.
“Hi,” he said softly, taking a sip of the much needed caffeine. Sip. Swallow. Sip. Swallow.
“Hi,” Thor replied, stealing the mug back and planting a sweet kiss on Steve’s open mouth. Steve’s eyes, for the second time that morning, fell closed. Thor sculled the hot coffee and immediately complained about his burning tongue. Steve’s eyes snapped open, his face a perfect portrait of betrayal.
“Oh, poor baby,” Steve mocked him, entirely unsympathetic. Thor pouted. Steve couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing him again. Their mouths moved together languidly, lazily. Soft sounds of lips moving against each other filled the room. Thor stepped infinitely closer to Steve, his arms coming to wrap around his neck. Steve’s hands fisted in Thor’s long, blond hair.
“What about me then?”
“Hm? What about you?” Thor answered, distracted by his sore mouth.
“What song fits me?”
“Oh, well isn’t that obvious? American Idiot by Green Day. ”
(The entire floor was woken up at the unholy time of 06:32 by one Steve Rogers’ offended squawking.)