A/N: Bet you are wondering why I keep making new Thororo stories instead of continuing the ones I have…Well I can say Our Storms and Remember Me might be chopped. I just have no idea where to go with those stories. I'm looking for a fresh idea that people will actually want to read. This story will be a whole lot different than what you are used to.

Thor Odinson held the thighs of a pretty redhead wide open as he violently thrusted into her. Her cloudy green eyes rolled to the back of her head and she moaned loudly as she neared her third orgasm.

The prince had yet to come and grew increasingly impatient as he began plowing into her mush faster than before. They would be here all night if he didn't feel pleasured himself. That was the sole purpose of him brining her into his chambers.

"Thor…" she whined. "Too…hard." He rolled his eyes and reluctantly slowed down, his fingers digging into her pale flesh as he did so.

"Aah…better." He hadn't even taken the time to know Isis; this sex was for pleasuring him. He couldn't care less how she was feeling at the moment. How he was feeling was annoyed and aggravated. He had had many women in his bed before, but none this bland.

It was obvious he was doing some work with his impressive length, but the woman before him wasn't as tight as he'd like her to be. Whores.

She reached up to sloppily kiss his lips and he pulled away almost immediately, earning him a pout.

"Does the prince of Asgard not enjoy my company?" she asked, slightly whining as he pulled out of her.

Before he could retort a rude answer, a pounding upon his door interrupted him. Who on Asgard would dare knock on his door so boldly? Was he not the prince?

He ignored Isis' pleas to come back and join him as he walked stark naked to his chamber door. Whoever so proudly knocked on his door wouldn't mind seeing all his glory.

He swung the heavy door open, ready to curse the intruder.

What he wasn't prepared for was the daughter of one of the most wealthiest families on Asgard to greet him.

What she wasn't prepared for was a naked man to answer the door.

Both Asgardians pause briefly before the young woman wearing a long black nightgown speaks.

"I don't know what it is you do with these girls who clearly have no respect for themselves, and I don't care. What I do know is, you need to do it more quietly before my patience wears thin. Is that understood?" Ororo applauds herself for not glancing down at his fully erect member and concentrating her deadly gaze on his handsome face.

She's half expecting him to slam the door in her face but he simply laughs.

She narrows her corn flower eyes at him.

"Did I say something amusing?"

"How bold of you," he retorts. "To come to my chamber dressed so sinfully expecting me to bow at your request."

His family and her family were close with one another yes, but she did not descend from royalty as he did, therefor the woman with white hair down her back had no right to order him around.

It takes Ororo everything she has to control her blue eyes dying to turn white. She had only met Thor once; they were of five years and even then he was rude and arrogant.

"My request was a command," she corrects him through gritted teeth. "I may not be princess of Asgard, but Frigga treats me as such."

"How dare you speak my mother's name!" he growls. He's closer to her now, so close he can literally hear her heart pounding in her chest.

"If you wish to keep your families wealth, I suggest you apologize before your prince."

"And how dare you call yourself a prince when you are not fit to be one," she snaps angrily. A clap of thunder startles them both and Ororo knows she has to calm down.

Thor is impressed by her display of power but it does not yet frighten him.

He smirks and reaches up to pinch her caramel skinned cheek. She slaps his hand away, ignoring the tingle his touch gives her.

"You're so cute."

"And you are such a pig," she snaps before stomping off. Thor watches her retreating form, getting a good look at her plump backside before returning to his room.

"What was that all about?" Isis asks curiously, still naked and perched on his bed.

He glares at her harshly before ordering her to leave. She quickly obeys, gathering her dark green dress and shoes.

"I had a good time," she whispers and slips out of his room.

Good riddance.

Thor had a good mind to go back and give that weather witch a piece of his mind. She was brave, commanding him like that. No one had ever dared speak to him that way, and why should they? He was the crown prince after all.

Yet, there was something besides her beauty that intrigued him. He would have to have a talk with his father.

End.

A/N: Let me say once again that this an alternate universe so everything is A LOT different than what you are used to. Thor is a jerk (haha) just think of the way he was in the first Thor movie before he came to Earth. This version of Storm isn't Halle Berry (I have my reasons). So please leave your thoughts in the review section. More reviews means quicker update!

To see how Ororo's dress looks like, click here:

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