I sat in the thick grass among the flowers under the hot sun reading my book. I had always had a thing for outer space and legends ever since my mom died. Reading was a way for me to escape the reality of being an orphan. My new book was one of the more fascinating ones I've read in a while. It really allowed my to escape the reality called my life. My father left before I was born, my mom died in a freak thunderstorm incident, and when she died I was put into the system. Yep, my life sucked. I closed my eyes and let the wind flow through my hair. It was cool and stronger than normal. A nice refresher. Suddenly there was a thud. I opened my eyes to see a tall, strong man standing nearby. He had on strange silver and blue armor and a red cape. His shoulder length blonde hair billowing in the wind and a large hammer in his hand.
"Hello there," he said looking at me. His voice was deep and strong.
"Um, hi there," I responded quizzically. "Where did you come from?"
"Asgard of course. I am Thor, son of Odin, god of thunder and lighting, king of Asgard. And who might you be?"
My eyes widened at this statement. Thor, god of Norse legends. "I'm Thalia Foster. How did you get here?"
"Foster, as in Jane Foster? Do you know her? Where is she?" The man took a step closer to me. I sprang to my feet, forgetting about the book in my lap on my assent.
"What do you want with my mom?"
"Jane married?"
"Um no, she didn't."
"Then where is she and where is your father?"
"Listen I don't know who you are or where you came from or where you've been, but my mom died eight years ago in some freak thunderstorm accident. And my father left her before I was born."
"She died," his voice trailed off. She obviously meant something to this stranger. "And your father is gone?"
"Yeah, he left when she was pregnant with me. She said he had family matters and issues with his brother he had to return home to take care of, whatever that meant." Thor stared at me, looking me up and down. Suddenly his face brightened with a big smile across his face.
"Give your father a hug," he said as he stepped towards me with his arms outstretched. I took two steps back.
"What makes you think you're my father?!" He stared at me confused, as if someone questioning his judgment was strange. I started off back towards the main part of the orphanage.
"Wait. Hear me out." He grabbed my wrist stopping me. I spun around.
"You have three minutes to explain yourself and why I'm your daughter before I leave." He took a deep breath before continuing.
"When I was banished here by my father Odin, I met your mother. She was an amazing and beautiful woman. I loved her despite my oath to never love a human, and she loved me equally as much. That is how you came into existence. While she was pregnant with you I had to return home to deal with my brother Loki. My brother vanished and my father died in battle. That was only a month ago since I became king of Asgard, but there seems to be a difference with the Bifrost regarding the time. But look at the beautiful woman you have become. And your name. It was the name your mother picked out while I was still here. I had planned on coming back to take you both home to Asgard with me." I couldn't believe it. As hard as it is for me to imagine, he was right. I knew he was my father before he even mentioned my name. I had read my mom's journal. She had written a lot about him and in there was where she had chosen my name. I stared at him.
"I knew you were my father. I just wanted to see if your story matched her's, and it does. The description of you, your brother, and my name." His smile grew.
"Return with me to Asgard. I had come to take your mother home, but sadly she has died. Come home with me. You can have everything you've ever dreamed of, Thalia princess of Asgard."
"I can't. I have a life here," I said. His posture sank at my response.
"Please, mydaughter. My Thalia."
"I'm sorry I can't."
"Well I must be going then. Good-bye." He walked away, spun his hammer in the air. I turned began the long trek back to the orphanage. His words stuck in my mind, my daughter, my Thalia. I spun around,
"Wait!" but it was too late, he was gone. I sighed a sigh of disappointment and turned to continue my walk. Then there was a another loud thud. I spun on my heals.
"Are you sure you don't want to come home to Asgard with me," Thor offered me his hand. I smiled.
"I want to come with you, father." I ran to him and gave him a big hug, wrapping my arms around him. A small void in me seemed to be filling. A void that had been empty my whole life. He put one arm around me and the other in the air. With a few twirls of his hammer we were on our way to Asgard, my book over turned in the grass among the flowers.