Thor likes to give hugs. It's just the kind of person he is. Doesn't matter if you're talking on the phone or watching tv, he'll swoop in from behind and throw his arms around you.

You fight back by sneak attack kisses. It's cheesy and childish, but you do it anyways.

Thor's talking to Clint when you see the perfect opportunity. His back is to you, so you slowly tiptoe over to him and spring up with his shoulders and press a kiss to his cheek.

He laughs loudly as you run away, shouting that this is not over, (Y/n), I swear it!

And maybe it wasn't the best idea in the world to interrupt him while he was making the biggest sandwich in the history of all sandwiches. It toppled down, and Thor almost cried over the wasted food.

"Aw, c'mon, Thor. Don't cry."

"I am not crying, (Y/n), my eyes are simply leaking because of my unhappiness."

"That's literally the definition of crying."

"Gods do not cry!" Thor wipes away a tear and huffs when you grin. "What is the purpose of your face?"