Thor

You were a valkyrie, in total you and your sisters were fourteen.

You had a pretty lovely love life...because Thor, the god of thunder, was in love with you.

Although at first he had denied his feelings and passed them off as admiration or respect, he eventually gave in and accepted them as fact.

He started inviting you out, for walks, looking for the right moment to confess that you were wonderful.

Today, Ragnarok had begun.

Thirteen battles, gods against humans, would be fought to determine the fate of humanity; the first to achieve seven victories would emerge victorious...if humans won, they would live a thousand more years; if the gods won, they would extinguish humanity.

Since humans cannot simply face the gods, the valkyries would help, each one giving her entire soul to the human, forging a divine treasure capable of defeating the opponent.

Thor had fought in the first battle, and won of course, defeating Lu Bu to take the lead.

Unfortunately, it was your turn; you had to merge with a human, and you had to find a way to tell Thor in case the worst happened.

They were strolling through the gardens of Valhalla, looking at the hills and the trees.

You were nervous, thinking about how to tell her that this might be the last time you would see each other.

Thor had been thinking about confessing today, he had found the right moment, they were alone, in a place that you loved, and both of them...were fine like that...so he spoke in that cold and emotionless tone even though he was quite expectant of your answer.

"You know, lately there's something that keeps going around in my head, and I think you have something to do with it."

He said, holding his hammer at his side, as if it weighed nothing, and looked at you out of the corner of his eye.