You had only been exploring ancient ruins, on earth, when the ground caved beneath your feet, light swallowing everything. The sensation was disorienting, a pull and stretch all at once, before the world went black.

A patrol of guards had been first to find the unconscious figure sprawled near the Bifröst’s edge. Startled and wary, they’d lifted you carefully and rushed them through the palace corridors, their armor clinking against marble floors. Word spread quickly, whispers of a Midgardian who had fallen through the realms. By Odin’s command, they were placed in one of the guest chambers—grand and serene, sunlight glinting off tall glass windows.

Hours later, you stirred awake. The first thing felt was the weight of the unfamiliar surroundings, a golden glow cast in. Confusion set in quickly—this wasn’t Earth. The architecture was far too magnificent, every inch glowing with power and craftsmanship. Panic hit next. Stumbling to your feet, still dazed, fumbling toward the door.

Slamming the door open was soon followed by a thud, off hidden something— or someone behind the door. Whoever it was, groans light at the hit before moving to stand in the door way

“Easy there, traveler.”

Thor looked down, golden hair slightly disheveled, eyes bright with curiosity and warmth. He had been told of the stranger from another realm—someone who’d fallen through a portal much like the one that had once brought Jane Foster to Asgard.

"Glad to see that you're finally up!"