Thank you so much! Im a huge (pun intentional) fan of your stories as well.What a sweet story. At first I thought "Oh no" when I read "XWG", afraid Dakota would be reduced from sweet, smart boyfriend to "the supersize freakshow", but you kept it beautiful. Thank you
Thank you so much!Just read this from start to finish. Very well written OP. Also, the Endgame spoiler was a nice touch!
I'm pretty sure someone might be working on a Fat Thor fic without us knowingThank you so much!
I started we-writing around the same time I watched Endgame. Im a big MCU nerd and was inspired a bit by fat, hippie Chris Hemsworth. I know he'll probably always be quite fit, but he would make an excellent BHM
I thought this was the Epilogue...A knock on the door pulled him away from his reflections and his two rambunctious sons came running in at full speed, throwing themselves onto him and hugging his legs. They were slender like their mother, however, both had his razor straight hair. People often said Brian took more after him, while Dakota Jr looked like her. He could see it. Brian had his green eyes and blonde hair; Dakota Jr had Chelsea’s darker hair and hazel eyes.
Chelsea stood behind them. She wore a short, sleeveless white and floral print dress and black high heels. She was still as petite as the day he met her and to him, twice as beautiful. Her wavy brown hair had been given a slight curl and she had given herself a glowing look with light pink shadow and lipstick. Dakota thought she was perfect with or without makeup and as it was Brian’s fourth birthday, she was dressed to entertain. She had planned an Avengers themed party, as that was Brian’s latest obsession. Brian was still clad in his favorite pair of Iron Man pajamas when he came bursting through the door.
“Hey boys!” he smiled “How are you?”
“Dad?” Brian inquired, without response to Dakota’s initial question.
“Whats can I do for you, Mr. Stark?”
“Im not Mr. Stark, Im Brian and have a serious question,” Brian looked at him as seriously as any four year old could manage. Dakota picked up his younger son and bounced him in his arms while Dakota Jr giggled.
“Ok Brian, lay it on me.”
“Dad, are you Thor?”
“A superhero never reveals his true identity.” Dakota responded, then asked “Did you brush your teeth yet?”
Brian shook his head quickly.
“Well go to it then. Make sure you show your little brother how to brush.”
Brian lit up. He had begged for a little sibling since he could talk and was always enthusiastic to teach his little brother any skill he himself had mastered: “Come on Koda!” he exclaimed as they both took off running out of the room.
“I told your mother they were too young to watch that movie,” Dakota sighed. “Brian had some pretty bad dreams for a week.”
Chelsea sat down on the side of their large bathtub. “I did talk to her about it. She knows not to take the boys to anymore PG-13 movies.” She paused, “Besides, you are my fat Thor.”
She had to smile as he stood there shirtless in his blue plaid pajamas. He maintained his shoulder length hair and now sported a well trimmed beard. She reached behind him, squeezing his ample love handles and moving to the broadest, softest part of his belly. Yesterday, he were running around the yard play fighting with the boys and he reminded her of fat Thor running down the battlefield to take on Thanos and his army in the final battle of Endgame.
“Grandma Leann and Papa Carl want to take the kids after the party and have them stay over Sunday. They want to take them to the new trampoline park and then for pizza. Is that OK with you? I could use a weekend alone.” she purred as she continued to massage his belly.
He moaned in approval while she squeezed and rubbed him, looking forward to alone time after the festivities.
“What did you have in mind?” he whispered softly
“Well, she teased, “I figured I could walk Seamus, I could finish working on the Jacobson wedding and on the Rothstein Bat Mitzvah, I could read that article in Science Journal Quarterly about pathogens I can’t find time to pick up. Maybe even have dinner at a restaurant without a kids meal.”
“I see,” he smiled “At any time in your weekend, do you have time for your big, fat husband?”
She shuddered with desire as he emphasized the words big, fat husband.
He turned around, wrapped his arms around her and whispered more in her ear, going into great detail about his recent scale-related revelation; teasing her how much she loved him oh so much fatter and what his plans were for the weekend.
It took everything in her power to pull herself together. “We’ll have to wait though,” she said taking a deep breath. “I need to set up for the party and you need to pick up the cupcakes.” She began to readjust her makeup.
He sighed as well; composing himself. He took a deep breath to regroup, “The sacrifices we make for those scamps of ours, eh? ”
She nodded and ran a brush and curling iron through her hair. “I tell myself It’ll be worth it when they place us in a first rate nursing home,” she joked.
“Before I go, are you sure you have enough help here?” he asked.
“I’ll be more than fine. Eric’s coming over to play some Mario Kart with the kids and Amber and Julie are going to help me set up. Julie’s wants to go into childhood education when she starts college and I figured she could talk to your sister about her job as an art teacher.”
“Thats a good idea. Does Amber still want you to help plan her wedding?”
“She does, we’re going for coffee Tuesday”
“You’re good,” he teased “You should do this for a living”
She winked and kissed him. “Drive safely baby, I’ll see you when you get back.” She gave him one more squeeze before leaving the bedroom to check on the boys.