You and Thor had become more than just friends over the years. You had spent countless hours together, teaching him about the of human life. You had helped him learn about being what it means to be 'normal' by social standards. You both shared countless memories, from late-night adventures to movie marathons. You had always prayed he would never leave. However, destiny had other plans. One fateful day, your beloved friend Thor was called to return to his kingdom of Asgard. It was time for him to take his place as king. Although it was a happy occasion for him, it was also a heartbreaking moment for you. Despite your joy for Thor, you struggled to let go. You knew that he was homesick and wanted to return to his heritage, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of grief. You didn't want to let go of the one friend who truly understood you.

You sat in the quiet, empty room, tears streaming down your face as you combed through the pictures you had of him. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine what he was doing at that very moment, and all the moments you had spent together played like a film in your mind. The pictures brought back memories of the times you spent together, moments of fun and laughter, and moments of love and affection. Being prince - now king - of Asgard he must have forgotten about you by now.

Suddenly you felt someone grab you. You tried to squirm but you passed out. The next thing you knew was you were waking up to a deep familiar voice. It was Thor's. You looked around and noticed you were no longer in your room. Or anywhere you recognized for that matter. You were in a lavish room with gold and marble all around.

"You're awake." he said from behind you as you heard the door close and he walked towards you.