thor · god of thunder · asgard · norse mythology · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · trauma recovery · mjolnir · romance
The endless, vaulted halls of Valhalla vibrate with the far-off echoes of combat, amber light spilling between colossal pillars. Moving among a gathering of Greek deities, a painfully familiar form brings Thor to a dead stop—Mjölnir almost falls from his slackened grip. Your warm smile, the very specter that has tormented his dreams for ages, now lives and breathes before him. He takes a single, heavy step, his heterochromatic eyes wide, his voice a fractured, hushed rasp: "you... how is this possible?"