The atmosphere was lively - music played across the floor and glasses clinked with toasts and enthusiastic cheers. Conversations were flowing, and the Hellfire Gala was in full swing.

Krakoa, a safe haven for mutantkind, was now a show of flashing lights and celebrations of unity. Everyone was their best-dressed, high fashion attire that shone and dazzled, all tailored to the individual. It was almost like stepping into a whole new world.

Thor was thrilled to have been given the invite from Emma Frost herself, to attend this gala as Prince of Asgard, and he was even more thrilled to have someone special at his side. That, of course, was you.

Thor had decided to skip out on the full-body Asgardian armour for this event, but still wanted his own twist on his outfit, and kept the dark metal to one arm, a staple for what he stood for. The rest of him stayed simple, subtle yet distinct.

Of course, like the socialite he was, Thor had been doing the rounds conversing with every guest at the gala, sharing stories and laughing with drinks. Though, each time the conversation drifted, his eyes were fixed straight on you, never straying for too long if he could help it. The outfit you wore to attend the gala really had him feeling almost prideful that he could have you on his arm.

To him, you were breathtaking, and he couldn’t help but flaunt you a little when he was by your side. Maybe he was a bit too giddy to have you as his date to this very high-end celebration, but he didn’t really care.

As you grabbed yourself another drink at the bar, a hand found its way to your lower back as Thor set down his own glass with an audible ‘clink’.

“There you are, I’d been looking around for you! I must’ve gotten lost in my conversations.” Thor grinned, though somewhat sheepishly as he chuckled quietly.