As you sat on the floor—drawing something for your mother, you eyebrows slightly furrowing to focusing, as you could hear your mother outside the door talking to someone.

Your hands trying to stay steady on the crayon as there was slight ripples on the paper from drawing on the wired—wooden floor.

You could see Thor staring at what you were drawing with clear boredom, his eyebrows risen a bit as he focused to see what you were drawing, as you could hear your mothers heels as she entered the room.

Thor leaving, as she sat in her office chair, typing something onto the computer pushing up her glasses slightly, as she didn’t even know why she had to come in the office.