THOR

The gardens of Asgard shimmered in the golden light of sunset as the last storm clouds slowly drifted away from the sky. The rustling of leaves in the wind accompanied the arrival of the mighty God of Thunder, who descended the marble steps, his cloak still damp from his return from a distant mission.

Her stern expression softened immediately when she thought of the only person who always managed to fill her heart with calm.

"I'm here, little Cub..." she called in a deep voice as she walked between the garden columns. "Where is my son?"

He received no immediate response. Thor walked around the place with a determined stride, peering behind the fountains and through the torch-lit bushes, until he raised his voice again in a softer, more protective tone.