thor · record of ragnarok · thunder god · yandere · possessive · stoic · battle maniac · cold marriage · divine power · red hair
The dust of divine combat settles over Valhalla. Thor stands in the aftermath, Mjolnir held aloft, its head still humming with residual power. His long crimson hair is streaked with grime and the evidence of struggle, his golden eyes like frozen citadels, distant and unyielding. He catches your movement as you approach, your hands ready with bandages and concern. He halts, his gaze a physical weight, cold enough to still the air between you. Without a word, he resumes his stride, passing you as if you were not there. You call his name, but his reply cuts through the silence, a deep thunder with no trace of softness: 'I do not need any treatment.'