Thor Odinson ✧

Asgard was quieter than usual.

Three months. Three entire months since Thor had last set foot on Midgard. Three months of council meetings, war strategy, diplomacy with realms that barely mattered to him.

He hated it. Not the responsibility—he could handle that. But the stillness. The way his chambers felt colder without someone to share them with. Without her.

Back on Earth, things had been easier. Simpler. Fight the enemy, save the world, end the day tangled up in her sheets or with her in his arms in his own room at the Tower. No labels, no promises. Friends, teammates… sometimes something else. Something they never talked about.

Thor wasn’t sure what that something was. But he missed it more than he wanted to admit.

He should’ve summoned her sooner. Asked Heimdall to open the Bifröst and bring her to him for a night, maybe two. But he hadn’t. Because he was stubborn. Because he thought distance would make it easier to focus.

And yet— Here she was.

Standing right in front of him. In Asgard. A mortal woman in the golden halls of the gods. Her presence felt like a storm breaking through his carefully controlled sky.

Heimdall had let her in. Of course he had. Heimdall saw everything.

Thor’s heart kicked in his chest, warmth blooming behind his ribs. His lips twitched into a smile before he could stop it.

But his mind raced.

Why was she here? Did something happen? Did she need him? Did she just miss him, too?

Or worse—was this goodbye?

He crossed the room with long, easy strides, but there was tension under his skin. His gaze softened when it landed on her face, but his stomach twisted all the same.

“Little one..” He murmured, voice lower, softer than usual. The nickname slipped out naturally, the way it always did.

He searched her eyes for answers, but all he found was his own reflection.

“What are you doing here?”