Avengers: Imagines

(Surfer Thor AU p.s. Partly inspired by While You Were Sleeping)

Yes, working at a ice cream shop at the beach wasn't the most ideal way to spend your summer, considering the fact that all of your friends were going on a vacation to go on a tour of Europe.

Yes, you would have more time to catch up on Netflix if you didn't have a boss that was constantly breathing down your neck.

Yes, you could actually enjoy the water at the hottest part of the day if you didn't have the longest shift.

But, no, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Why?

Because of him.

You saw him everyday. He never missed once. He always stopped by your shop first to get the same thing: a vanilla ice cream cone with Poptart crumbles sprinkled on top. If he was meeting up with some of his buddies, he would buy all of them ice cream cones as well. You've also counted at least fifteen times that he bought an ice cream cone for a kid behind him. It melted your heart every time.

He would always come to surf if the waves were big enough. If they weren't, he would either sit and read classics like The Old Man and The Sea, Moby Dick, even Shakespeare, or he would play volleyball with anyone that would step in. He would even teach little kids how to serve the ball.

And that wasn't even mentioning his looks. He had surfer-length dirty blond hair that gleamed in the sunlight and eyes that were the bluest blue to ever blue. You also didn't mind his abs and biceps, just to name a few.

To say the least, you were in love. Who could be more perfect?

Just a couple problems:
One, you didn't know his name. You just called him Mr. Perfect.

Two, he didn't really know you existed. You were simply the girl that got his double-scoop ice cream cone.

That was until the day when your boss, surprisingly, let you have a break.

"You've been working hard enough, and it's hot enough, I'll let you off." You raised your eyebrows, but proceeded to rip off your gloves and apron before he could change his mind. You quickly grabbed your bag and ran out to the small restroom next to the Surf Shack. After you had changed into your pre-packed swimsuit, (you always kept it in your bag for this specific occasion) you walked to the ideal spot and set up a towel and chair.

It was just the beginning of the hottest part of the day, and you were going to enjoy every bit of it.

You sat with your sunglasses on and your favorite book out, hoping to get a nice tan while you were reading.

Suddenly, a large shadow came over you. You turned to see a couple buff college boys smiling down at you.
"Hey sweetie, you look too hot to be sitting out here."

You looked back down at your book, hoping they would go away.

"Hey, we were talking to you."
"And I'm not interested."
"Hey, sweetie, don't be like that."
"Don't call me sweetie."

A couple snickered before you felt yourself being hoisted up out of your seat.

You stammered at them to stop, but they continued to cheer as they carried you towards the water. When you realized what they were going to do, you started to kick and scream.

"I CAN'T SWIM! STOP! I SWEAR I CAN'T SWIM!"

They all just laughed as they carried you deeper into the water.

You were raised high into the air before they threw you under the waves.

You desperately fought against the thick water, but you were sinking fast. Your vision grew blurry as you began to swallow more and more water. Your lungs were burning and you were beginning to pass out. The last thing you saw was a hand reaching out for you.

Then everything went black.

•••••
You felt hard compression against your chest and a mouth against yours. There was a brief moment of consciousness before you passed out again.

Was this a dream?

•••••
When you came to, everything was blurry. A face came into focus, encompassed with glowing rays of sunlight.

"Am I dead?" You muttered.

The face smiled and broke into a booming laugh that filled your ears.

"I do hope not. Though, I have noticed angels like you walking about."

And then, you were slapped in the face with realization.

Mr. Perfect was leaning over you. He was flirting with you. He was actually talking to you.

"W-what? H-how did-"

You noticed a crowd surrounding you, all worried and shocked. A voice or two was shouting to give you room.

"You should relax a bit. You weren't breathing for a while. I had to do some compressions before I could properly start to resuscitate you. By the way, I dealt with those puny scumbags. You will never see them at the beach for a while, or outside the county jail, respectively. I think I broke one's nose, and another wet his pants after I kicked him in the gut."

You suddenly got incredibly dizzy.
You reached up to your temple only to find his hand already there.

Your cheeks heated up.

"So," he continued. "I do apologize in part for not catching them earlier. And the lifeguards are watching them carefully until the authorities and some paramedics come."

He pointed out towards two lifeguards, a woman with red hair and blue eyes and man with blond hair and huge biceps were standing by the group of boys who were sitting on the ground back to back. The lifeguards appeared to be threatening them.

Your attention was drawn back to Mr. Perfect, who was staring intently at you.

"Don't you work at the ice cream shop?"

You nodded. For some reason, you weren't able to get a word out.

"Well, you guys serve a mean double scoop."

You found yourself smiling.

"Anyway, I may be no doctor, but I know you're gonna need some time to rest. You took on a lot of water." He was using the towel around your neck to wipe away water on your forehead. You averted your eyes in an attempt to ease the butterflies in your stomach.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

Now he'd done it. You just knew that your cheeks were cherries and your brain was going to melt.

"(Y-Y/N). My name is (Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), I go by Thor."

You smiled dumbly, trying to think of something to say. He simply gazed down at you with a constant smirk.

"You don't speak much, do you?"

You shook your head quickly, thankful that he got it.

He chuckled and your heart fluttered.

"Since I kind of saved your life, I think it is my duty to watch you for the rest of today." He smiled down at you.

"That is, unless you don't want me to."

You nodded about fifteen times. "Y-yes. Yes, I would like that."

He then began asking you about your job, your hobbies, your favorite books, whether you thought Tom Hiddleston was hot or not, and so on.

When the authorities and medics showed up, you gave him your number and immediately got a text from him.

Unknown number: Hope the Little Mermaid hasn't gotten her fins in a twist ;)

Before you knew it, he had asked you on a date at the beach the next week. And then a few days after that, and then a few days after that. Soon enough, you both met at the beach one to two times a week for the next month and a half. It was when you started basically stalking his social media accounts that you finally found out that he was actually... erm, royalty.

He was the prince of some Nordic country far away and had spent his off summers in America since he was a kid.

When you talked to him about it, he laughed and said it didn't matter.

"Doesn't matter?! You. Are. A. Prince! I think it matters a bit!"

He cringed.

"I'm still that same person. Hey," he reached out and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"This doesn't change anything. In fact, I'll invite you to come and live in the castle for a bit on your next break. All expenses paid, just you and me. I'll show you how 'not different' I can be."

You could not believe your ears. A hot, Nordic prince with depth was offering you to live in a castle. (For a disclosed amount of time.)

"What do you say?" His eyes pleaded with you.

"Yes. I'd like that." He suddenly picked you up and spun you around. A quick kiss was shared before he took you out to dinner and a movie.

Let's just say the summer days had drifted away, but oh, those summer nights...