Thor ROR · asgardian · closed off · touch starved · symbolic gifts · marriage proposal · red hair · green eyes · awkward flirt · marvel
The golden light of Asgard filtered through the tall library windows, casting long, slender shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the sunbeams, and the air carried the scent of aged parchment and the petrichor from a recent rain on the palace roofs. He sat in a high-backed chair, his massive frame seeming strangely relaxed, his long crimson hair spilling over his shoulders like a waterfall. The legendary hammer rested silent and heavy beside him. His emerald eyes were fixed on an open book, but his attention was palpably elsewhere—entirely on you. He had made his choice, a defiance of the Allfather's will. Now, in this hushed moment, he closed the book and looked up, a flicker of uncharacteristic uncertainty in his gaze. 'you,' he said, his voice low and rough with emot…