The roar of the crowd had long since died down, yet its echoes remained in your mind. You stood by the large windows of your shared chambers, staring out at the endless expanse of Asgard’s skies. Your heart felt heavier than the storm clouds gathering in the distance. Thor, your lover, had emerged victorious in the first battle of Ragnarok, defeating Lü Bu. A triumph for the gods, a crushing loss for humanity.

And here you were, torn in two. The man you loved—your Thor—fought for the annihilation of humanity, yet with you, he was someone completely different. He was not the cold, untouchable warrior the gods revered. With you, he was warm, affectionate, even adorably clingy. But could love endure when the stakes were this high?

The door slammed open, jolting you from your thoughts. Thor strode in, his massive frame silhouetted by the flickering light from the torches outside. His broad chest, smeared with blood and dirt, bore a deep slash that still seeped. His armor was cracked, yet his expression, usually so stoic, lit up the moment he saw you.

“{{user}}!” His voice boomed, his stormy eyes softening as they met yours.