Fic: The First Thanksgiving (1/1)
Title: The First Thanksgiving (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Thor Odinson, Steve/Tony, Natasha/Pepper, Clint/Phil, Bruce Banner, mention of other characters
Continuity: The Avengers (2012)
Genres: Fluff, Holiday, Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For The Avengers (2012)
Summary: Thor experiences his first Thanksgiving with the Avengers.
Date Of Completion: November 8, 2012
Date Of Posting: November 13, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1465
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2012 LJ Sixth Anniversary Fic Request Meme for mithen. Character: Thor. Prompt: Thor’s First Thanksgiving With The Avengers.
Oh, and the Patriots do play the Jets on Thanksgiving Night this year (8: 20 P.M., NBC). ;)
"A day to feast
And sing
Thy joy
Is a fine day,
Indeed."
Old Gloucester Fisherman Song
1842 C.E.
“A feast?”
Thor’s face lit up at the word. Steve smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm.
“That’s right. It’s a big feast to give thanks.”
“For our great victory over the Chitauri?”
“That’s right. That would be one of our reasons for giving thanks.”
Tony entered the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand. “It doesn’t mean rowdy drinking, you know.” He sipped his coffee with a theatrical sigh.
Steve frowned but his lips quirked. “Yes, no rowdy drinking songs at this feast.”
It was Thor’s turn to frown. “What kind of feast is this, then?”
“A more sedate one.” Steve leaned forward, loosely clasping his hands between his knees as Tony sat next to him on the couch. “Back in 1620, the Pilgrims came over from England by way of Holland to Massachusetts. It was a very hard first winter with half the colonists unable to survive. The local Indians showed the Pilgrims how to plant corn and other food.”
“To their ultimate regret,” muttered Tony.
Steve ignored him. “In 1621 they decided to celebrate their first year in the New World and invited the Indians to a feast. It’s a historical event every schoolchild in America knows, at least it was in my day.”
“Who are these Pilgrims?” Thor asked.
“Repressed, humorless hypocrites,” Tony drawled.
“Is this so?” Thor looked at Steve.
“Well, they were pretty fanatical religiously.”
Thor shook his head. “I am not fond of religious fanatics.”
“Neither am I,” Steve said as he smiled. “But history is history and can’t be changed.”
“As far as we know,” Tony smirked.
“Enough from the peanut gallery.” Steve glared at an unrepentant Tony. “Anyway, Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks and enjoy a feast with family and friends. It’s a very American holiday. Immigrants to this country can immediately connect with the holiday and feel American.”
“And it’s a day to watch football,” Tony added.
“Also American.”
“Ah, yes, the manly art of pummeling each other while scoring points,” said Thor.
Tony burst out laughing while Steve grinned.
“What’s so funny?” Natasha asked as she wandered in, sipping a can of Coke.
“We’re discussing Thanksgiving,” Tony said as he lounged on the couch, rubbing his foot against Steve’s leg. Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t slap Tony’s foot away.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” said Steve. His eyes lit up. “No going out for Thanksgiving. We’ll cook dinner right here at the Tower!”
“Oh, brother, Andy Hardy wants to get the gang together to put on a show,” Tony snarked.
“I got that reference.”
“You should. It’s older than you are.”
“Ah, true love,” Clint smirked as he entered the room.
“I think cooking a Thanksgiving dinner would be cool,” said Natasha.
“You do?” asked Tony.
“Sure, in Russia feasting is done all the time. They’re more like Asgardian bacchanals, though, with vodka in place of mead.” She smiled at Thor, who smiled back.
“Thanksgiving. Isn’t that kind of lame?” asked Clint as he flopped in the chair next to the couch.
“No,” Steve said, a little miffed.
“It’s for families and all that sappy stuff.”
Steve was about to retort when he remembered Clint’s hellacious childhood. “It’s perfect to celebrate with your boyfriend, you know.”
Clint looked interested now. Steve pressed his advantage.
“I’m not talking about the families were grew up with or didn’t grow up with. We’re forming a family now. Maybe if we were scattered all over the place you could call us a team and no more, but we live together and have each other’s backs in the field. This holiday is meant for us.”
Tony grinned. “Spoken like Captain America!”
“Yes, a fine speech, Steve. I am ready for this feast!” declared Thor.
Steve beamed.
& & & & & &
The kitchen smelled of roast turkey cooking in the oven and all manners of spices and sauces lent their mouthwatering aromas.
Clint chopped celery while Natasha kneaded raw hamburger. Steve was crimping the crust of an apple pie while Bruce mixed a large garden salad. Thor checked on the turkey while Tony sprinkled brown sugar on the yams and slid them into the second oven. Phil peeled potatoes from his wheelchair while Pepper mashed them in a big bowl.
Clint got out the frying pan and Natasha put the hamburger meat in it and washed her hands, picking up a spatula as she cooked it. Pepper came over and gave her a kiss as she grabbed the jar of red pepper flakes from Thor and returned to her potatoes. Clint began chopping onions that she added while Thor closed the oven door and turned to cooking Zatarain rice. Natasha handed him a jar of red pepper flakes.
“Add these.”
Thor took the jar with a nod of thanks and shook it over the pot of boiling rice.
Steve took out a large pot and several boxes of rotini. He set them aside to cook just before the turkey was ready. He next dumped handfuls of green beans into a pot to boil and worked on cooking a batch of onion rings while preparing pasta sauce in another pot. He would turn that on to cook when he started the pasta.
“The classic green bean casserole, eh?” Bruce asked as he chopped cucumbers for the salad.
“That’s right.” Steve looked at Tony. “Do you have a platter I could use?”
“Sure. Come on into the dining room.”
Steve followed his lover into the large dining room. A chandelier dominated the room, matching the minimalist modern style of the furniture. An old-fashioned hutch was set in the corner. It looked incongruous but was a lovely piece.
Tony opened the hutch. It was filled with exquisite pieces of china decorated with sprays of delicate yellow tea roses.
“These are beautiful.”
“They were Mom’s favorite set.”
Steve carefully handled the oval platter that Tony handed him. “Thanks.”
Tony smiled. “No problem.” He surveyed the table. “I better set things. That turkey and all the fixin’s will be ready soon.”
“Yeah, I better start cooking the pasta.” Steve turned to go back to the kitchen when Tony said, “Steve.” The blond turned around. “This is really a good thing, this Thanksgiving dinner.”
Steve smiled. “Do you need help?”
“Nah, do your cookin’, good-lookin’.”
Steve laughed. “I got that reference.”
Tony smiled. “You should, doll. I’ve been brushing up on my ‘40s lingo.”
“I noticed.” Steve headed back to the kitchen. “You’re the bees knees, baby!” he tossed over his shoulder as Tony laughed.
& & & & & &
Steve looked over the dining room table. Everyone lined the table on both sides and were a mixed group: Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Thor’s New Mexico group of Jane, Darcy and Erik. Nick and Maria had been surprised to get invitations but had readily accepted.
Steve hid his smile as he thought that the tableau looked very Norman Rockwell. He vividly remembered the artist’s Four Freedoms series, inspired by an FDR fireside chat.
“You carve, Tony,” he said as he placed the platter of turkey in front of his lover.
Tony looked pleased at the honor. He lifted the carving knives as Steve went to his place at the other end of the table. He shook out his napkin and laid it over his lap.
Tony was a quick and efficient carver and soon everyone had a plate and the other dishes were passed around. Steve was glad that Jane had e-mailed her mother’s recipe for homemade cranberry sauce. Thanksgiving dinner just wasn’t complete without it!
“Mmm, Natasha, this hamburger stuffing is awesome,” Bruce said.
Steve had to agree. Thor was delighted with all the food.
“Truly, this is a fine holiday!” The Asgardian picked up his glass, sunlight sparkling on the ruby-red wine. “I propose a toast.”
Everyone lifted their wineglasses. Thor beamed and his blue eyes sparkled with joy. Steve thought that Loki was a fool. Thor was a vivacious, loving man who still loved his errant brother despite everything he had done. Thor didn’t care that they were adopted siblings. Loki was his brother, pure and simple.
I’m glad that Thor has the chance to enjoy this holiday. And everyone else, including Tony.
Their eyes met as Thor declared, “To Family!”
“To Family!” everyone echoed.
& & & & & &
Later that evening after the clean-up of dinner dishes and the football game between the Patriots and the Jets played out on the wide-screen TV, Steve sat on the couch with Tony snoring lightly on his shoulder and people good-naturedly ribbing each other about the game. Steve caught Thor’s eye and the Asgardian smiled.
“Verily, a fine feast,” he said softly.
Steve had to agree as cheers erupted for a Patriots’ touchdown and Tony snuggled closer.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Thor Odinson, Steve/Tony, Natasha/Pepper, Clint/Phil, Bruce Banner, mention of other characters
Continuity: The Avengers (2012)
Genres: Fluff, Holiday, Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For The Avengers (2012)
Summary: Thor experiences his first Thanksgiving with the Avengers.
Date Of Completion: November 8, 2012
Date Of Posting: November 13, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1465
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2012 LJ Sixth Anniversary Fic Request Meme for mithen. Character: Thor. Prompt: Thor’s First Thanksgiving With The Avengers.
Oh, and the Patriots do play the Jets on Thanksgiving Night this year (8: 20 P.M., NBC). ;)
"A day to feast
And sing
Thy joy
Is a fine day,
Indeed."
Old Gloucester Fisherman Song
1842 C.E.
“A feast?”
Thor’s face lit up at the word. Steve smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm.
“That’s right. It’s a big feast to give thanks.”
“For our great victory over the Chitauri?”
“That’s right. That would be one of our reasons for giving thanks.”
Tony entered the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand. “It doesn’t mean rowdy drinking, you know.” He sipped his coffee with a theatrical sigh.
Steve frowned but his lips quirked. “Yes, no rowdy drinking songs at this feast.”
It was Thor’s turn to frown. “What kind of feast is this, then?”
“A more sedate one.” Steve leaned forward, loosely clasping his hands between his knees as Tony sat next to him on the couch. “Back in 1620, the Pilgrims came over from England by way of Holland to Massachusetts. It was a very hard first winter with half the colonists unable to survive. The local Indians showed the Pilgrims how to plant corn and other food.”
“To their ultimate regret,” muttered Tony.
Steve ignored him. “In 1621 they decided to celebrate their first year in the New World and invited the Indians to a feast. It’s a historical event every schoolchild in America knows, at least it was in my day.”
“Who are these Pilgrims?” Thor asked.
“Repressed, humorless hypocrites,” Tony drawled.
“Is this so?” Thor looked at Steve.
“Well, they were pretty fanatical religiously.”
Thor shook his head. “I am not fond of religious fanatics.”
“Neither am I,” Steve said as he smiled. “But history is history and can’t be changed.”
“As far as we know,” Tony smirked.
“Enough from the peanut gallery.” Steve glared at an unrepentant Tony. “Anyway, Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks and enjoy a feast with family and friends. It’s a very American holiday. Immigrants to this country can immediately connect with the holiday and feel American.”
“And it’s a day to watch football,” Tony added.
“Also American.”
“Ah, yes, the manly art of pummeling each other while scoring points,” said Thor.
Tony burst out laughing while Steve grinned.
“What’s so funny?” Natasha asked as she wandered in, sipping a can of Coke.
“We’re discussing Thanksgiving,” Tony said as he lounged on the couch, rubbing his foot against Steve’s leg. Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t slap Tony’s foot away.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” said Steve. His eyes lit up. “No going out for Thanksgiving. We’ll cook dinner right here at the Tower!”
“Oh, brother, Andy Hardy wants to get the gang together to put on a show,” Tony snarked.
“I got that reference.”
“You should. It’s older than you are.”
“Ah, true love,” Clint smirked as he entered the room.
“I think cooking a Thanksgiving dinner would be cool,” said Natasha.
“You do?” asked Tony.
“Sure, in Russia feasting is done all the time. They’re more like Asgardian bacchanals, though, with vodka in place of mead.” She smiled at Thor, who smiled back.
“Thanksgiving. Isn’t that kind of lame?” asked Clint as he flopped in the chair next to the couch.
“No,” Steve said, a little miffed.
“It’s for families and all that sappy stuff.”
Steve was about to retort when he remembered Clint’s hellacious childhood. “It’s perfect to celebrate with your boyfriend, you know.”
Clint looked interested now. Steve pressed his advantage.
“I’m not talking about the families were grew up with or didn’t grow up with. We’re forming a family now. Maybe if we were scattered all over the place you could call us a team and no more, but we live together and have each other’s backs in the field. This holiday is meant for us.”
Tony grinned. “Spoken like Captain America!”
“Yes, a fine speech, Steve. I am ready for this feast!” declared Thor.
Steve beamed.
& & & & & &
The kitchen smelled of roast turkey cooking in the oven and all manners of spices and sauces lent their mouthwatering aromas.
Clint chopped celery while Natasha kneaded raw hamburger. Steve was crimping the crust of an apple pie while Bruce mixed a large garden salad. Thor checked on the turkey while Tony sprinkled brown sugar on the yams and slid them into the second oven. Phil peeled potatoes from his wheelchair while Pepper mashed them in a big bowl.
Clint got out the frying pan and Natasha put the hamburger meat in it and washed her hands, picking up a spatula as she cooked it. Pepper came over and gave her a kiss as she grabbed the jar of red pepper flakes from Thor and returned to her potatoes. Clint began chopping onions that she added while Thor closed the oven door and turned to cooking Zatarain rice. Natasha handed him a jar of red pepper flakes.
“Add these.”
Thor took the jar with a nod of thanks and shook it over the pot of boiling rice.
Steve took out a large pot and several boxes of rotini. He set them aside to cook just before the turkey was ready. He next dumped handfuls of green beans into a pot to boil and worked on cooking a batch of onion rings while preparing pasta sauce in another pot. He would turn that on to cook when he started the pasta.
“The classic green bean casserole, eh?” Bruce asked as he chopped cucumbers for the salad.
“That’s right.” Steve looked at Tony. “Do you have a platter I could use?”
“Sure. Come on into the dining room.”
Steve followed his lover into the large dining room. A chandelier dominated the room, matching the minimalist modern style of the furniture. An old-fashioned hutch was set in the corner. It looked incongruous but was a lovely piece.
Tony opened the hutch. It was filled with exquisite pieces of china decorated with sprays of delicate yellow tea roses.
“These are beautiful.”
“They were Mom’s favorite set.”
Steve carefully handled the oval platter that Tony handed him. “Thanks.”
Tony smiled. “No problem.” He surveyed the table. “I better set things. That turkey and all the fixin’s will be ready soon.”
“Yeah, I better start cooking the pasta.” Steve turned to go back to the kitchen when Tony said, “Steve.” The blond turned around. “This is really a good thing, this Thanksgiving dinner.”
Steve smiled. “Do you need help?”
“Nah, do your cookin’, good-lookin’.”
Steve laughed. “I got that reference.”
Tony smiled. “You should, doll. I’ve been brushing up on my ‘40s lingo.”
“I noticed.” Steve headed back to the kitchen. “You’re the bees knees, baby!” he tossed over his shoulder as Tony laughed.
& & & & & &
Steve looked over the dining room table. Everyone lined the table on both sides and were a mixed group: Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Thor’s New Mexico group of Jane, Darcy and Erik. Nick and Maria had been surprised to get invitations but had readily accepted.
Steve hid his smile as he thought that the tableau looked very Norman Rockwell. He vividly remembered the artist’s Four Freedoms series, inspired by an FDR fireside chat.
“You carve, Tony,” he said as he placed the platter of turkey in front of his lover.
Tony looked pleased at the honor. He lifted the carving knives as Steve went to his place at the other end of the table. He shook out his napkin and laid it over his lap.
Tony was a quick and efficient carver and soon everyone had a plate and the other dishes were passed around. Steve was glad that Jane had e-mailed her mother’s recipe for homemade cranberry sauce. Thanksgiving dinner just wasn’t complete without it!
“Mmm, Natasha, this hamburger stuffing is awesome,” Bruce said.
Steve had to agree. Thor was delighted with all the food.
“Truly, this is a fine holiday!” The Asgardian picked up his glass, sunlight sparkling on the ruby-red wine. “I propose a toast.”
Everyone lifted their wineglasses. Thor beamed and his blue eyes sparkled with joy. Steve thought that Loki was a fool. Thor was a vivacious, loving man who still loved his errant brother despite everything he had done. Thor didn’t care that they were adopted siblings. Loki was his brother, pure and simple.
I’m glad that Thor has the chance to enjoy this holiday. And everyone else, including Tony.
Their eyes met as Thor declared, “To Family!”
“To Family!” everyone echoed.
& & & & & &
Later that evening after the clean-up of dinner dishes and the football game between the Patriots and the Jets played out on the wide-screen TV, Steve sat on the couch with Tony snoring lightly on his shoulder and people good-naturedly ribbing each other about the game. Steve caught Thor’s eye and the Asgardian smiled.
“Verily, a fine feast,” he said softly.
Steve had to agree as cheers erupted for a Patriots’ touchdown and Tony snuggled closer.
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