Chapter 001

They really believed this madness was over. The world almost ending two times, they were done fighting; it was someone elses turn, unless they were absolutely needed. Hawk Eye and Black Widow were ready for things to turn normal, or as normal as they could be. He wanted to go be with his family full time, and she wanted to do nothing but try and forget the last few months; fuck, the last few years.

Stark wanted to continue with his advances, aiding alongside the Avengers, helping them. Steve the same. But Thor? All he wanted was to return to his home. It had been so long, and he ached for it. The familiar faces, names, bellows, smells, sounds. The hold he had over his people. The power.

It was becoming so hard for him to control himself on Earth. He couldn't just say he was a God, a King, a Master. Things like that didn't apply where he was, and he was tired of it. He also longer for a taste or normal back in his life. With Loki banished and, hopefully, all terrors taken care of currently, he was ready to go back and keep the peace of his kingdom preserved as it should be.

"What are you plans once you get home? Lay with maidens, eat a 12 pound steak? Making a thunder storm?" Tony joked as he walked with Thor, saying his final farewell to his friend and co-worker, who he had fought beside for so many years.

Thor let out a deep chuckle, that seemed to shake the ground beneath them. "I plan to take a marvelous slumber in my throne bed I have so longed for in my chamber. Possibly followed by the maidens and 12 pound steak you speak of, Stark." The two final hit the sunlight, where no roof was visible above them.

"Well, I guess we'll see ya when we see ya." Tony stuck out his hand for Thor to shake.

The King smirked, as always, not shaking Tony's hand, and lept into the sky, his hammer leading the way.

While it was always a farely quick journey, something stopped him on his way. He had promised to bring his dear friend Malosia home a "deep fried American delicasy" he had heard so much about from Thor's talk of Earth. He found his way down to a street vendor who sold many deep fried creations. The man suggested an Oreo, Snickers and Twinkie. Thor shrugged, paid for them, and slipped the bag they were in into his pocket. He walked a ways down the road before leeping back into his travels, but caught something in the corner of his eye.

There was a very dark alley way, where he could see a woman laying. He snuck back quickly, going to her. She was so small, so pale. Her skin was cold to the touch, and she had white foam coming out of her mouth. Thor bent down and felt for a pulse; it was barely there, but it was. He looked around and saw no one else coming in his direction. He was about to run her back to Stark until he noticed a tattoo on the back of her shoulder that seemed to cascade down to her back. It was all different hughes of purple, and it was moving, dancing, and shimmering on her skin.

He knew this was no ordinary being, and it was nothing he had to bother Stark with. He had already said his goodbyes. He picked the barely alive girl up over his shoulder and off there were, back to Asgard.

It was only, what seemed like, mere moments before Thro returned, the girl with him. While everyone wanted to greet him, he pushed them aside, yelling for a healer and a servent.

"My chambers," he damanded. He hadn't spent much time in the mortal world, but it was long enough to know what a drug overdose looked like, or something similar. "I want ice, and I want a healer." They filled his commands as quick as possible, and followed close behind.

It took him mere seconds to strip the girl to her under clothes and throw her in the claw foot garden tub in his chambers, where a servent turned on cold water and began dumping ice in it. The healer came in close behind, glancing over the girl.

"You brought a mortal here?" he whispered to Thor.

Thor shot him a glance. You never speak against your King, nor his actions.

"And if I did?" the healer dropped his head. "She is not. I was on my back and I found her. I was going to return her to Stark, but.." Thor walked closer to the girl, whos body was cold, but her heart rate had picked up slightly. He pointed to the tattoo on her neck, that was still dancing and moving along her skin, just like before.

The healer was puzzle. "My Lord, I've never seen anything like it." Thor nodded at him, concurring that he had not either. "If she does not belong in Midgard, where does she belong?" Thor shrugged.

"But can you help her?" The healer looked her over, taking in her energy and level of her life force.

"There's not much I can do with this one. I can give her somethings to help once she wakes up, her body will need to readjust it's temperature and chemicals. Come find me when she does." The healer had other tasks to adhere to, so he was on his way. Thor sent the servent away and waited in the next room of his chamber for the odd girl to wake up.

It had been some time. Thor has enough time for his friend to stop by to get his Midgard treats, and Thor, sometime to eat a meal as well. It was nearly an hour and a half later when he heard a gasp followed by a scream and stirring.

He sprung up, to get to the terrified woman.

"Ahh!" She was screaming, angrily with a hint of groaning, standing out of the tub. Her arms were wrapped around her breasts and upper torso, and her legs pulled as close together as possible. She was visibly shivering, her skin still pale, and her dark brown locks clinging together.

Thor cleared his throat from around the corner. "Miss?" he questioned.

She jumped. "Who the fuck?" She looked around a few times before she could see anyone. "Are you the random asshole who put me in a tub of fucking ice this time?!" It sounded like was a normal routine for her as this point. She looked around the room for her clothes, seeming all too comfortable with the situation.

"Miss," Thor spoke again and took a step into the room. The woman still didn't turn around. "I found you in an alley. Are you alright?"

She chuckled. "Found me in an alley, over-dosed on drugs, close to death. So you brought me to your cosy little single-man home to save my life ande expect something in return. Yeah," she found her pants, but they were ripped. "Did you seriously have to rip my fucking pants?" She spun around to see Thor, and finally take in her surroundings.

She couldn't speak for a moment. Not only was there a large man, whos muscles were larger than any she had seen, and who stood taller than any man she had stood next to, but the room she was in was gold. Everything was made out of pure solid gold, with pearl and diamond finishings. It was beautiful, and large.

"Who the fuck are you?" Now the rational spazzing had finally taken over. This is what Thor expected.

"Tell me about your tattoo." He demanded of her.

She paused for a second, a lump starting to form in her throat. A few moments later, she played it off like nothing had happened. "My tattoo? It's a fucking tribal mark. You bring me to some random place, and then demand shit from me?" She was a spit fire little thing.

Thor smirked, letting out a small scoff. "You should be thakful I didn't leave you in a alley to die."

"I wouln't have died." She scoffed under her breath.

"Do not talk back to a King." he snapped at her. "I am not crazy, nor is my healer. I saw your tattoo where you were in that state. It was purple, and dancing. Now? Tis nothing but black and ink."

She rolled her eyes at him and ignored the question. "Can i just have clothes?" she gestured to her clothes that were ripped in pieces in her hands.

"Stay here." Thor demanded, pointing at her as left to find her some form of clothes.

He returned minuted later, to find her sitting on a step in the batharea, ringing out the water from her long hair.

Thor coughed as he entered the room. "One of the healers had some things you thought could fit you." He handed over what looked like a pair of tight black fabric pants and some sort of t-shirt. She grabbed in front him and sat them on a table. She turned around so her backside was facing him, unstapping her wet bra and letting her wet panties fall as well.

Thor, though a God and a King, became a little redfaced. As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't help but look at her. Her skin was kissed by the sun, much more darker than earlier when he found her close to death. Her tattoo flowed down the back of her shoulder, and to the small of her back. Lines and designs dancing every which way, interlacing with other marks. It covered her entire rib cage, flowing up and down. Her dark hair, curling and waving in all different directions flowed down her neck, just past her shoulder blades. He could tell she was healthy, not so thin he could break her with a finger, and her muscled were toned just the right amount. If he didn't know any better, he would believe she may be from Asgard as well. He turned around, not looking at her any longer, for fear of her catching him.

"So can you just take me back to New York or something now? Where even are we?" She pulled the pants on over her plump, round bottom and wide hips.

"Asgard." He choked out. She paused for a second, taken back.

"Where's that? Nevada? Ohio?" She played stupid.

Thor raised an eye brow.

"Listen, I don't care." she diverted it, turning back around to him. "Can you please just take me back?"

It's obviously all she wanted, he could tell. He hadn't even been home for a full day and had to return to Midgard.

It was a short 15 minutes before they were leaving again.

"I shall return." He told his fellow mates, and off they went, in a cloud of yellow light.

It was only seconds later when a bright purple light and a loud crash came intersecting with their travels, knocking them distructively off course.

"Fuck!" she screamed, hitting the hard, black sandy ground. She rolled over, let a cough out, taking a breath.

"Are you alright?" Thor asked, running over to her.

She jumped up, brushing him off. "I'm fine." she coughed, standing up and looking at her surroundings. Her face got hot. "Get down!" She screamed at him, throwing her arms forward and hitting the ground, Thor doing the same.

"What's happening?" he rolled on his back, and a clap of thunder and destruction came rolling out of his hammer.

The girl got up quickly, staying low to the ground. "Run." she yelled. Thor took off as quick as he could, ending up ahead of the girl.

"Catch up!" he yelled.

"Just go!" she screamed back. He followed her directions, running, while she stayed behind. He went until he found a safe clearing, where he could hide out and see what was happening.

As he turned around, he felt breath on his neck, swinging around in defense mode, nearly hitting the girl behind him.

"Go!" she screamed, grabbing onto his arm.

And they were gone in a flash.