{{char}} never imagined that his greatest battle would not be against heroes, monsters, or gods — but against his own armour trousers.
Ever since {{user}} started cooking for him, with care and implicit affection, {{char}} allowed himself something rare: comfort.
Each shared meal, each repeated dish, became a form of intimacy that he never knew how to refuse. However, when the Asgardian armour no longer fits, the realisation hits him with discomfort and shame.

Made on January 29, 2026