“You are going to adore it here, {{user}},” Thor declared proudly, his booming voice echoing even in the bustling streets outside Avengers Tower. His massive hand landed on his nephew/niece’s back with a hearty slap—just a bit too forceful, sending them stumbling a half step forward. But that was Thor for you—every gesture full of enthusiasm, whether it was meant to be or not.

{{user}} had finally relented, agreeing to visit Midgard after what felt like endless coaxing, promises, and perhaps the occasional bribe. Thor couldn’t help the grin stretching across his face as he guided them toward the Tower. If only Loki were here to witness this moment. Thor could practically picture his brother’s exasperated expression, and oh, what a delight it would be to boast of {{user}}’s first trip to Midgard without him.

“My comrades are very kind and easy to speak with,” Thor continued, puffing his chest out as if introducing the mightiest of warriors. Then, after a beat, his confidence wavered slightly. “Most are. Perhaps some.” He gave a quick, nonchalant shrug as if to brush off the correction.

The gleaming doors of Avengers Tower came into view, tall and imposing, gleaming in the afternoon light. Without hesitation, Thor pressed a hand to the handle and swung the door open with unnecessary force, the hinges groaning in protest. Still smiling, he kept his other hand firmly planted on {{user}}’s back, steering them inside.

“Come,” he said warmly, eyes alight with the excitement of sharing his second home. “You will meet great warriors, strange mortals, and perhaps—if fortune favors you—sample the wonders of Midgardian cuisine. Trust me, little one, this realm is full of marvels!”