THOR X READER - WORTHY(Y/n) let out a soft hum as she ran the duster over the table, her eyes still

THOR X READER - WORTHY(Y/n) let out a soft hum as she ran the duster over the table, her eyes still groggy from the early morning rise. She was an intern for Tony Stark, working for him in hopes that he may notice her knack for inventing and natural skill with mechanics and put them to good use. So far, he had only paid attention to her past experience and used that to his advantage – before taking up the internship she had helped out her mother as a maid. On top of her usual paperwork duties like all the other interns, she also had to clean up after the man’s parties, and the man had a lot of parties.                Stark had thrown what would be considered a small get together the night before, just the avengers present, but they had made such a mess that he had called her in the middle of the night, asking her to come in and sort it before they were all awake. Knowing from past experience that some of the members woke up just after sun rise – like Cap, as the alcohol never affected him - she had dragged herself out of bed a few hours later and made her way to the tower. She didn’t mind too much however, as this extra work had its perks. She had managed to form a close bond with the avengers from spending so much time with them, and often spent breakfasts with them after she had finished up. She had learned that the heroes were a lot more human than she had first thought, and had begun to enjoy this extra task, seeing it less as a chore and more of a treat.                The girl grabbed an empty beer bottle and an empty bag of chips, placing them into the bag at her feet. Luckily there were no spillages, so all she had to do was put away the rubbish and do a little light dusting. She carried on putting away the junk and dusting the table down, barely noticing the large familiar hammer placed right on the edge of the glass due to her sleep deprived brain.                Without thinking she lifted the weapon out of the way, dusting under where it had previously been and continuing her quiet humming as she clean away. Placing the hammer back she walked away from the table, going to sort the mess left in the kitchen.                When she was halfway there the realisation of what had just happened seemed to dawn on her, making the girl pause and turn back around to stare at the hammer with wide eyes.                Surely not.                She must’ve just imagined it.                Cautiously she tiptoed back over to the table, her hand wrapping around the handle as she took a few deep breaths.                It can’t hurt to try, right?                Slowly she pulled up, surprised by how light Mjölnir felt in her grasp, her heart in her throat as she raised up the mighty weapon to eye level.                “Holy shit” she whispered, jumping when a voice bellowed from behind her, the hammer slipping out of her grasp.                “Lady (Y/n), good morning-“ Thor smiled, waving slightly as the girl spun around to look at him with a terrified expression. His eyes widened as there was a loud crashing sound, the table smashing to pieces behind her.                “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to” the girl reached down and picked up the weapon holding it out for him to take “Here”                “(Y/n)…uh, thank you” he gently took it from her, clasping her shoulder with his free hand “Fret not about the table, it will be easy to replace”                “Still, I feel bad” she laughed nervously “I came here to clean and I’ve made more of a mess”                “It’s alright, you were understandably surprised”                “Thor, what does this mean?” she motioned towards Mjölnir, biting at her lip.                “It means you are worthy” he replied simply, beaming down at her and making all of the nervous energy inside her fade away “Come, let us celebrate with Pop-Tarts” -- source link

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