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When Bruce had first been offered up to the Asgardians by his father he had been nervous, now he was absolutely petrified. Brian, had offered his offspring’s hand in marriage in exchange for his own monetary gain. Without funds the man couldn’t buy his dark liquor after all, the very thing he held the most high. As a result his omega son was to be wed to the crown prince, an alpha who would one day take the throne.
Bruce’s vision was blocked by his headdress, one that was customary for Asgardian brides. It made his neck ache with the weight, but it was a welcomed distraction from his father’s arm wrapped around his own. As the two Banners made their way down the aisle Bruce reminisced on his mother. She should’ve been the one holding his arm, offering comfort to her only child.
Bruce’s shoes clicked as he walked slowly towards the arched altar. Brian tugged him to go faster so he bit the inside of his cheek and obliqued. Odin continued to sit on his throne even after the midgardian made it to his place in front of the prince.
The physicist kept his head bowed as his headdress was lifted by large warm hands. He glanced upwards to have his breath stolen by his arranged spouse, whose beauty could rival even Adonis. He had long blonde hair that had small flowers woven throughout and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. Bruce closed his eyes tightly, it hurt him to look at the man’s gorgeous face.
Warm fingers found their way gently under the omega’s chin, a silent request. Bruce bobbed his head once before meeting the other man’s stare with his own. The prince didn’t look mad or even disappointed to see his future spouse and for a moment Bruce chose to believe it.
The officiant, a man with orange eyes that seemed to glow, spoke in the background. The scientist couldn’t focus on his words as he clenched and unclenched his hands nervously as he admired the man before him. The prince’s hands found his own, wrapping his much larger ones around his thin ones. Bruce’s anxious motions stilled as he focused on the shared heat in between their palms.
Suddenly the prince began to speak and the situation became much more real. The blonde copied the words of the officiant and Bruce began to look around the large room. He made eye contact with his father who opened his eyes widely with a scowl on his face. It was certainly a threat, if he were to run away Brian would certainly find him. Even if he were to escape the man he didn’t know Asgard and would certainly get lost in the unfamiliar land.
A thumb ran across Bruce’s hand, he hadn’t noticed the prince had stopped speaking. Banner looked over at the officiant, Heimdall, and blinked twice. The man seemed to understand what Bruce was asking so he repeated his last words. The scientist was thankful as he copied Hemidall’s vows to the prince. The prince’s face was nearly as red as Bruce’s as he listened to the omega speak.
After they had both said their ‘I do’s’ the prince bent over to kiss Bruce chastely on the lips. Their height difference was striking, but not as much as their apparent chemistry. As they pulled apart and began to take their wedding photos, the omega couldn’t help, but notice the other man’s excitement through his trousers. It made him feel perverted, but then he reminded himself that they were wed.
Bruce couldn’t deny that the other man was stunning, but he feared he would be rejected. The prince hadn’t picked him, Odin had. Brian had arranged the marriage with Odin as Asgard needed to strengthen its resources for war. The prince didn’t want Bruce, the king needed the Hulk for battle. Bruce was just along for the ride, a means to produce strong offspring for the crown.
The brunette stared at his new husband and pretended that they were in love, that the man had chosen him by his own accord. The blonde caught him staring and offered him a smile.
Bruce jerked and spilled some of his wine on himself, “I’m so sorry my prince,” his words were quick as he attempted to clean himself.
“You needn’t call me that, Thor is the name my mother gifted me,” the blonde grabbed a cloth and rubbed the stain on the front of Bruce’s shirt.
“Thor,” Bruce decided he liked the taste of the other man’s name.
“You are Robert are you not?” Thor asked as he shrugged off a maid who offered to take the cloth from his grasp.
“Gods no, I mean yes…that’s my first name. I go by Bruce though,” the physicist allowed the prince to continue to swipe at his shirt.
“Bruce Banner, I like it,” Thor rubbed his chest with the rag.
Bruce tried to not notice that the alpha was rubbing his nipples with the tough fabric. He was of course failing, as he felt his peaks harden and fought back the urge to make a sound.
“I think you got it,” Banner smiled up at the taller man, hoping it would make his own pleasure stop.
“Always,” Thor’s returned smile was sharper, his gaze fixated on the man’s chest.
The two men were then forced to participate in a variety of customary Asgardian wedding traditions. They exchanged swords, the one from Bruce had ekanite fastened into the handle. He held it out to his husband and couldn’t help, but smile at the man’s reaction. Thor then handed Bruce a much larger sword, one that rivaled the man’s small stature. Bruce held onto the large blade, it was very obviously made for Hulk not himself. The blonde looked saddened at Bruce’s faux thankful expression.
It was a physical reminder that he wasn’t the one Thor had wanted. He was merely there due to circumstance.
The pair then had their hands tied together with cord, it was soft but firm. Bruce made a noise of surprise as Heimdall cut a sliver of Thor’s palm with the sword Bruce had gifted him. Thor’s blood flowed crimson as it soaked the cord that held the two men’s hands together. Next Bruce was cut by the massive sword, the scientist tried to keep his radiated blood away from his husband’s open wound.
“We are now officially wed, as is tradition,” Thor whispered into Bruce’s ear, his breath tickling the scientist.
Bruce just bobbed his head in response. He had already believed them to be married and was focused on his contaminated blood.
“What is the matter little one?” Thor questioned.
“Don’t call me that,” Bruce gestured for Heimdall to release him.
“I apologiz–,” Thor began.
“Thank you,” Bruce removed his hands from the binding as Heimdall freed him.
The shorter man began to flee, but Thor’s hand found his slight shoulder.
“My blood is poison Thor,” Bruce spoke.
Thor raised a blood soaked hand and slowly licked the side of it, his eyes not leaving Bruce, “And I am immune,”.
The scientist held back a lewd noise as it threatened to escape his lips. Suddenly a man appeared in his vision and Bruce felt his mood darken.
“I hope Robert hasn’t caused you any trouble,” Brian spoke directly to Thor, ignoring his son.
“Bruce hasn’t been anything, but lovely,” Thor replied, his voice louder than it needed to be.
“Ah, that is good to hear,” Brian took a drunken sip from his gauntlet, “He usually is such a bother to control,”.
Bruce felt his face heat and looked down at his shoes. His mother would never have embarrassed him like this.
“If you want, I can give you the keys to his collar. I’d like to try some of your strongest liquor in exchange though,” Brian rubbed against Thor’s shoulder as if they were good pals.
Thor’s expression darkened, “What collar?”.
“Let’s go,” Bruce grabbed onto the god’s hand and led him away from prying eyes into a long hallway.
Brian didn’t seem to get the memo as he followed the newly weds out into the hall, “So is that a deal or what?”.
Thor turned away from the drunkard and bent slightly to be on Bruce’s level. He carefully unbuttoned the top button on his husband’s blouse and was greeted by a perfect silver ring around his neck. The man then straightened his posture and whipped around to face Brian.
“You will remove the device at once,” he raised the human by his neck, his feet dangled in the air.
“Fuck, sure. I was just joking of course,” Brian replied, his face reddening by the lack of air.
Brian freed his son from the collar, it popped open and Thor crushed it with his super strength. Bruce rubbed at the area where the ring had sat, it was covered in different color bruises. Thor got closer to his spouse, the other man forgotten as he approached.
Thor crouched as he inspected the damaged area, his breath caught in his throat as he noticed some were undoubtedly in the shape of hands.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” Bruce assured him as if it were normal.
“This is not right. It is my job as the future king of Asgard to protect all those who live here,” Thor traced one nasty purple glob.
“I haven’t lived here before. It’s not your fault,” Bruce replied.
“I’m your husband, your alpha, protecting you is now my most important task,” Thor’s voice was low.
“You don’t have to pretend to like me Thor, there is no one else around,” the scientist replied.
Thor looked around the empty hallway, “It seems that you are right, it is just us,”.
Thor’s mouth was hot as his lips crashed into Bruce’s. The smaller man wrapped his arms around the other man’s head and his legs against his waist. Thor pushed him against the wall and Bruce ground his crotch into Thor’s. Thor moaned loudly at the contact and Bruce took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth.
The blonde thrust wildly upwards, causing their cocks to rub against each other through their pants. Bruce explored the other man’s mouth as he made needy noises at every motion. The scientist grabbed the man’s long hair and pulled him even closer so there was no space in between them. Thor continued to hump Bruce, his face reddening and every breath becoming more desperate.
Suddenly Thor stopped and Bruce felt fear that they’d been caught. Dry humping a future monarch during what should be the reception wouldn't be the best look for the man. Instead he realized the wetness he was feeling wasn’t just his own slick. Thor had finished just off the little contact they’d had, his post orgasm glow was undeniable.
“Oh my gods are yo–,” Bruce began.
“A virgin? Yes, I have been chaperoned my entire life. It is shameful I know,” Thor cast his gaze downwards.
“There’s no shame in that Thor. I’m just surprised that’s all. You’re very handsome and I expected you to be run through, uh no offense,” Banner replied.
“You are not worried that I can’t satisfy you?” Thor’s lips were puffy from their kissing.
“With that thing? Definitely not,” Bruce pointed at the softening giant in Thor’s pants.
Thor smiled and kissed Bruce’s hand which was now healed. He paused and examined the unharmed skin.
“Oh I can heal myself. If I was Hulk the cut would’ve healed the second it occurred,” Bruce noticed the man’s gaze.
Thor then looked at the man’s neck, it was clean from all its injuries, “The collar was to keep you from healing,”.
“Yeah, but it’s a bit more complex than that. It can also keep me from transforming and it keeps me from going into heat,” Banner explained.
“You will never wear that collar as long as I live, my omega,” Thor declared.
A door opened and Bruce slid in front of Thor. It was a woman with blonde hair wearing gold, Frigga.
“And how is married life, my son?” Frigga asked with a knowing smile.
“Well, it is going well mother,” Thor replied, attempting to straighten his hair.
“As I can see,” she looked at Bruce’s messy curls that were disheveled from the wall.
“It is nice to meet you Queen Frigga,” Bruce bowed.
“And it is a pleasure to meet you, my newest son,” the woman reached out to hug the human.
Bruce bit into his cheek as he was held. He missed his mother so badly that he could sob. Frigga seemed to sense his need to be comforted and held him closer.
“Why don’t you two have some alone time? I can distract our guests for you,” Frigga offered.
“That would be appreciated,” Thor responded.
Bruce and Thor made their way deeper into the castle with the blonde leading the way.
“She didn’t seem to mind us skipping out on everything,” Bruce spoke.
“She wants grandpuppies,” Thor replied.
“Oh,” Bruce tried not to sound too bummed, he wanted their connection to be genuine.
“She has been excited to see you since the moment I picked your picture,” Thor’s hand slipped into the smaller man’s.
“What picture?” Bruce stopped in his tracks.
“The picture your father sent my father?” Thor looked confused.
“Wait…you knew about how I looked before today?” Bruce asked.
“Of course, it was one of the reasons I picked you. Along with your many accomplishments that is,” Thor confirmed.
“I thought I was chosen because of Hulk,” Bruce looked at their clasped hands.
“Father chose you because of that. I chose you for other reasons, though I wouldn’t mind seeing your green side,” Thor rubbed a strand of Bruce’s curly hair.
Bruce had never been chosen for anything in his entire life. He swallowed heavily and then felt the world heat up a few degrees. He placed his hands on his knees and Thor rushed over and scooped him up. Thor held him in a bridal carry and Bruce smelt his husband's aroma for the first time. It was a very smoky scent, like a bonfire caused by a bolt of lightning. Bruce couldn’t help but study his husband who was as kind as he was attractive.
Thor took them to their martial bedroom and laid Bruce down on their bed gently. The scientist studied the room, it was their room. One built for a future king and his omega, and it was decorated lavishly. Bruce began to nest, grabbing the different expensive furs from around the room to make himself comfortable.
There was no denying that the omega was going into heat following the removal of his collar. Thor watched from the entry of their room, his broad frame haunting the doorway. A warm, hungry smile was plastered on the god’s face as he watched the omega make his nest.
Once the scientist was happy with his creation he flopped into the nest and tapped the area beside him for Thor to sit. The bigger man obliged and Bruce climbed into his lap as quickly as he could. He buried his face into the alpha’s neck and whiffed in his scent, a soft smile on his face. Thor placed a large hand on the man’s back and lowered it, feeling the man’s slick through his pants. Bruce made a needy noise at the contact and pressed himself further into the man’s neck.
“Bruce Banner, my omega husband,” Thor’s other hand found purchase in his curls.
Bruce licked his neck in response, long and hard. Thor bucked upwards and laughed good naturedly in response. Bruce’s hands grabbed the front of Thor’s shirt and the blonde nodded. Banner then shredded the man’s top in one swoop, throwing the remaining shreds onto the ground.
Thor opened his mouth in a mix of fear and arousal before Bruce pushed their mouths back together. The smaller man pushed the larger man back, into the mattress, into his nest. Thor’s hands found purchase on the man’s stained shirt and he began to remove it. Once they were both topless they ran their hands over each other.
Thor paused and slowed his hands, he then removed Bruce off of him. The other man’s entire torso was coated in scars in a variety of sizes and severity.
“You said you healed,” Thor seemed equally confused and worried.
“I do, these are from before Hulk. Before I could heal myself that is,” Bruce replied.
“Who did this to you? Was it your father?” Thor’s hands were on Bruce’s shoulders.
“I wish I could say they were all from him, but some of them are from me,” Bruce rubbed his wrists, knowing he had matching scars on his thighs.
“Bruce, I–,” Thor was unsure how to properly communicate what he felt for the other man.
“It’s okay Thor,” Banner cut him off.
“It is not okay. Your father will burn in the pits of Hel for harming you,” Thor let a hand slip to trace a particularly large scar on his side.
“All the ones that can be covered by clothes are from him. He’s a meticulous bastard who doesn’t want others to know,” Bruce replied, “That one is from a hot iron from when I wrinkled his shirt,”.
Thor’s lips traced the wounded skin, “I’ll have him killed,”.
The god might as well have spoken pure filth to the scientist who felt pure arousal spike at the notion.
“Gods, I need you to fuck me,” Bruce ran a hand through his own hair.
“That turned you on?” Thor chuckled in disbelief.
Bruce grabbed one of Thor’s hands and placed it on the wet spot where his slick had seeped through his pants. Having been suppressed by the collar for so long making his natural urges more strong. Thor bit his bottom lip in response, his brows drawn together.
Thor’s strong hands found the button of Bruce’s pants and began undressing him, the man paused when he saw the outline of the man’s cock in his underwear. He then swallowed and continued to take off the man’s clothes. He’d never seen a circumcised dick before, it wasn’t customary on Asgard, but he found the sight tempting.
Thor took the man’s dick in his hands and gave it a few strokes, watching the tip leak slightly at the motion. The blonde licked the tip, cleaning the drop with his tongue. Bruce made a sound more close to a whine than a moan.
“It’s not fair,” Bruce whined.
Thor pumped the man’s cock twice before responding, “What isn’t?”.
“I’m naked and I haven’t gotten to see all of you,” Banner replied.
The god removed his bottoms, his dick jumped free as he wore no boxers. Bruce’s greedy hands reached for his thick uncut cock. Thor smiled at the man’s expression, then gasped as the man hungrily put it in his mouth. Oral from Bruce was much better than using his own hands, the man bobbed his head excitedly as he took his length. Thor laid back on the bed while Bruce continued to suck him off. The scientist moaned around his length and Thor noticed the smaller man was stroking himself a little while he worked.
“Omega, stop,” Thor tried to command, but his voice sounded weak even to his own ears.
Bruce merely stroked himself harder in response. Thor then grabbed him by his hair to pry him off his dick, his mouth made a popping noise as it was released. Bruce paused for a moment, looked Thor in the eyes, and then decided to give himself a long, hard tug.
Thor decided he’d had enough of his husband disobeying him so he sat up with his husband in his hands. He lifted him up in the air by his legs and paused as he saw the thin lines on his thighs. Thor then pressed his face to the once-cuts and began to lick and suck at the skin there. Bruce squirmed in the air where he was held while Thor slowly made his way to the man’s slick.
Bruce wet Thor’s beard as he whined and moaned, Thor’s tongue darting in and out of his hole. Thor then added a finger while he continued to punish the younger man with this mouth.
“Thor! Thor!” Bruce squirmed wildly as his eyes closed tightly.
The god stopped only once the scientist came, his face and hair became washed in the other man’s cum. Bruce was slack in his hands, his hole weeping slick and his cock spent. Thor sat the man down into the nest as he began to clean himself off.
Instead of basking in the afterglow Bruce climbed back into the god’s lap and licked his cheek, tasting a mixture of his own cum and slick. Thor knew he was out of his league then, as he could see Bruce’s cock already hardening back up.
“Sometimes being enhanced has its perks,” Banner smiled as he wrapped his legs around Thor’s chiseled body.
The thunderer didn’t disagree with him, instead he flipped them so his body was over Bruce’s who was on his back. Bruce opened his legs up for the man, his wet hole ready for the man’s thick length. Thor sat back for a second and gave himself two strokes before lining himself up. He pressed his tip at Bruce’s entrance and then leaned down to press their foreheads together.
Thor gasped as he pushed his way into the smaller man, the sensation foreign. Bruce whined at the contact which made Thor pause. Bruce then pushed Thor in deeper using his heel, he needed more. Thor kissed Bruce’s forehead as he continued forward, the other man demanding to take everything. The blonde bottomed out and licked Bruce’s neck at his scentglands.
The omega didn’t have a strong aroma even when he was aroused. Thor pondered if it was due to prolonged usage of the collar. Thor still leaned in a whiffed as hard as he could while Bruce licked at one of his nipples. He smelled like spiced tea, it was a faint smell but it was there. Thor then rubbed his nose on the other side of the man’s neck. It was uncommon for alphas to mark on both sides of their mates neck, but he was very tempted. Marking both sides would make his omega more sensitive to him, but it would make Thor much more territorial over his mate.
Bruce then began to rock from beneath him, breaking Thor from his thoughts. The smaller man was slow at first, then began to gain speed. Thor grabbed him by his wrists and began to thrust into him at the same tempo. The men connected their lips as Bruce whined and Thor let out breathy moans.
Bruce then wiggled a hand out of Thor’s grip and pushed him back with more strength than a mortal should have. Thor laid back as his husband climbed his body and squatted over his red, leaking cock. Bruce lowered himself and began to bounce with force, gripping on Thor’s meaty thighs. The blonde groaned and watched hungrily as his mate’s hole devoured his cock. Bruce reached back and gripped onto the area where Thor’s balls and knot met, causing the man to cry out. The scientist continued to fuck his god, his knuckles white and grip bruising his muscular thighs.
Thor made a noise like he was about to cum before he rolled them over and began to punish his omega with three deep strokes. He pressed his canines on the man’s left scent gland and was given a nod. Thor bit the sensitive flesh there and felt the world shift. He came in waves, filling his now mate with as much cum as his balls would allow. His knot held them in place as Bruce’s eyes filled with tears as he whimpered and came on Thor’s chest.
Thor continued to semi-crush Bruce as the men came to. Thor noticed that the bite mark was deeper than he had intended, blood had risen from the wound. Bruce’s body began to heal the mark until it was just a scar remaining, as if it knew this bite had significance. They were now mated for life, there was no point of return in their marriage or otherwise now.
Thor licked where the mark was instinctively as Bruce tried to nuzzle into his neck. Thor couldn’t help, but notice that he could smell his mate’s scent much better now. He was happy with his choice of mate. Bruce seemed content, his curls plastered to face while he tried to be as close to Thor as possible.
“I love you,” Thor spoke without thinking.
Bruce seemed to be taken aback before he paused and then responded, “I love you too,” he then sighed, “I don’t think I’ve said that to anyone since my mom passed,”.
“She must’ve been a special woman,” Thor kissed his omega.
“She was, I miss her every day,” Bruce agreed.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did she die? I’m only trying to understand you better, my love,” Thor spiraled a curl around his finger.
“Oh, my father killed her when I was just a pup,” Bruce replied causally.
“That is…I’m sorry love,” Thor seemed unsure of how to comfort him so he kissed Bruce’s forehead.
“It’s okay, that’s why I poisoned his gauntlet,” Banner replied as he ran a hand through Thor’s luscious locks.
Thor felt a sense of pride and wonder at the man who held his knot. He reached down at his knot and scooped up some leaking cum and tried to put it back inside his mate. They’d make mighty fine pups.
Thor told Bruce about his sibling, Loki and how they often buttheads with Odin. How the trickster god could shape shift at will and how his gender fluidity caused a drift between them and Odin. He spoke about how he missed Angela, his sister taken by angels. Bruce nodded off at the other man’s soothing voice, finding comfort in a place he’d never expected.