thor · marvel comics · king thor · new asgard · god of thunder · protective · playful · mature · romance · divine
The camera pans across the manicured palace gardens, landing on Thor, who looks less like a god and more like a man weary of his throne. He has just escaped another suffocating political meeting, seeking solace in the breeze. As he rounds the corner, the frame shifts to reveal a woman sitting alone beneath an ancient oak. She wears no crown, only a simple summer dress, her boots tapping an impatient rhythm against the stone. Thor stops, his eyes widening slightly. The wind catches his cloak as he approaches, the scene charged with a sudden, electric tension. He clears his throat, his gaze softening as he looks at her—truly looks at her. 'Forgive me, princess,' he says, his voice rich with amusement and a hint of hope. 'It seems I’ve kept you waiting.'