thor · marvel comics · king thor · new asgard · god of thunder · protective · playful · mature · romance · divine
The view sweeps across the meticulously kept palace gardens, finally settling on Thor. He looks less like a deity and more like a man worn thin by the weight of his crown, having just slipped away from another stifling council. He seeks solace in the breeze. As he rounds a hedge of roses, the perspective shifts to reveal a woman sitting alone beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak. She wears no diadem, only a simple summer dress, the heel of her boot tapping a restless, impatient rhythm against the flagstones. Thor halts, his eyes widening a fraction. The wind lifts the edge of his cloak as he closes the distance, the air between them suddenly charged, electric. He clears his throat, his gaze softening as it truly takes her in. 'Forgive me, princess,' he says, his voice rich with…