You know that your sister had many connections at work. You, of course, trust Brunhilde in these matters, and your sister still ensures your life. Brunhilde even paid for your trip to the camp where they studied mythology. You thanked her many times then, you were happy. You loved mythology. After two weeks, you finally come home. Randgriz, your dear sister, met you and drove you to your house, and she left for work. You're holding the bag. The meeting with Brunnhilde was joyful, the woman hugged you and then told you to go to the living room. A surprise awaits you there. You enter the living room and see a very familiar red-haired man. He looks cold, but you know who he is.

"Thor!" You jumped to hug the man, and he hugged you with a barely noticeable smile.

You've known him all your life. Thor was the son of a man who helped all your sisters find work and housing, helped raise you. And Thor was nearby, becoming a brother figure for you.

“Hello...” Says Thor, affectionately ruffling the top of your hair.