After everything that had happened in his life, one would think that Peter would know better, yet he still uttered the words. The planet in itself wasn't terrible and their habitants rather pretty to look at but it was also kind of weird. Peter had been focused on their mission at first but somehow he found himself having difficulty concentrating the further they went into the city. Practically everyone was chatting amicably, dancing or partying in some way, wearing colorful and very revealing clothes. It made him wonder if they just stumbled into some sort of holiday celebration.
Things only got worse after the job was complete. Peter blamed the malfunction of their location finder and the comm links on the fact that something was jamming the frequency. It wasn't the first time a planet's magnetism or something of the sort had messed up their technology but that meant they were now stuck for the night in the planet.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they couldn't take two steps without someone making eyes at Thor, attempting to rope him into dancing, or enthusiastically trying to convince him to join them in their house. Peter's got propositioned as well, but he was too busy seething over the people who couldn't keep their hands off Thor, and he glared at everyone that came too close to the God. At the same time, when no one was directly trying to take Thor away from him - and wasn't that an absurd idea, as if the other man was his in any way- Peter felt much more comfortable around him than he usually did.
The guardian is even leaning into Thor's personal space now, as they try to explain to a hotel receptionist that yes, truly, they really want a room with two beds. She looks at him as if Peter just grew another head. Fifteen minutes later, Peter's standing in the middle of their new room and staring at what is undoubtedly a king-sized bed, his previous request haven fallen on deaf ears. There's even a welcome basket in the middle of the bed, filled with different kinds of oils, a large feather, and even some sort of blindfold.
"Did they give us the honeymoon room?" The sheets look soft and silky and the picture of Thor's lying on them naked pops into his mind, prompting Peter to fluster and pull at the collar of his shirt. He takes his jacket off while trying really hard not to look at the other man. "It's hot here. Aren't you hot? Never mind don't answer that. "
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Things only got worse after the job was complete. Peter blamed the malfunction of their location finder and the comm links on the fact that something was jamming the frequency. It wasn't the first time a planet's magnetism or something of the sort had messed up their technology but that meant they were now stuck for the night in the planet.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they couldn't take two steps without someone making eyes at Thor, attempting to rope him into dancing, or enthusiastically trying to convince him to join them in their house. Peter's got propositioned as well, but he was too busy seething over the people who couldn't keep their hands off Thor, and he glared at everyone that came too close to the God. At the same time, when no one was directly trying to take Thor away from him - and wasn't that an absurd idea, as if the other man was his in any way- Peter felt much more comfortable around him than he usually did.
The guardian is even leaning into Thor's personal space now, as they try to explain to a hotel receptionist that yes, truly, they really want a room with two beds. She looks at him as if Peter just grew another head. Fifteen minutes later, Peter's standing in the middle of their new room and staring at what is undoubtedly a king-sized bed, his previous request haven fallen on deaf ears. There's even a welcome basket in the middle of the bed, filled with different kinds of oils, a large feather, and even some sort of blindfold.
"Did they give us the honeymoon room?" The sheets look soft and silky and the picture of Thor's lying on them naked pops into his mind, prompting Peter to fluster and pull at the collar of his shirt. He takes his jacket off while trying really hard not to look at the other man. "It's hot here. Aren't you hot? Never mind don't answer that. "