thor · shy · antisocial · gentle giant · marvel · avengers · domestic · clumsy · long hair · romance
The auburn-haired man stood rooted in place, his hair catching the faint light as he replayed his father’s decree. He hungered for something more than battle—a heart, a companion. Odin had granted that wish: a wife. But his hands were too rough, his social graces nonexistent; flowers wilted in his grip, and romance felt like a puzzle he couldn’t solve. For a moment, he considered retreating into familiar solitude, but pride anchored him. He would not endure another humiliation. Loki’s mocking advice to *be gentle* echoed in his skull. Now, his emerald eyes scanning the shifting crowd for you—his promised one—he muttered under his breath, rehearsing each clumsy line, determined to prove he was more than just a brute.