Darcy tapped her fingers on her chin, deep in thought as she stared at her friend, the big blonde hammer wielding god, moping on his couch as he watched 'the unit of special victims', as he would say.
Since Jane broke it off with Thor, he hadn't been the same.
He had revealed to Darcy sometime later that he gave up everything in Asgard to stay on Earth with her, and for her to just go and smash his heart like that shocked even the science wrangler herself.
Yeah, sure, Jane had been through some shit since she hit Thor with her RV, but they all had.
Each team member had their own jacked up way they got here, as part of the Avengers team, but no one just disappeared like Jane.
Darcy didn't know whether they were still friends, or ever even were.
If she felt like that, she could only imagine how Thor was feeling.
She was startled when he stood, wondering when he'd put on shoes as he passed where she sat at the breakfast bar and headed for the door.
Thor had to get out of the tower. He couldn't go back to Asgard, Heimdall would not hear his pleas.
He settled on Central Park as an adequate escape, the breathtaking beauty of nature in the midst of the concrete jungle a sufficient place to clear his head.
It was dark, thankfully he wouldn't be noticed.
As he sat down on a bench overlooking a pond, illuminated by moonlight, setting down Mjölnir on the grass by his feet, Thor stared up at the night sky of New York City with longing.
Thor had always wanted a family, a wife he could watch his children grow into fine princes and princesses with.
He'd thought it to be Jane, more so after his mother, the queen, sacrificed herself to save her.
But he'd been wrong. Thor had more love for Jane that she ever did for him, despite their time together and apart.
Now that he'd given up everything for her, she didn't want him. He was at a loss.
How to continue, he hadn't a clue.
Until her.
"Excuse me," she called lightly as she hesitantly walked closer to him on his bench, her thick Gaelic accent sparking his interest as she added with a smile, "Is everything alright?"
Thor hadn't heard that accent in hundreds of years. To say he was stunned to hear it now, in New York City, coming from a short, blonde haired woman holding her shoes instead of wearing them, would be an understatement.
Her pale blue eyes searched his as she helped herself to the seat next to him, glancing down at his hammer as it rested up against the leg of the bench, and smiling back up at him.
"Well, I wasn't sure I would ever get the chance to thank you for saving my life," she laughed, setting her red and gold heels next to Mjölnir, "But here I am, so Thank You, Thor."
"It is my honor," he smiled, his eyes attracted to every movement she made, "but I'm afraid I don't recall."
"When the aliens started flying out of the sky, I was caught right in the middle. You flew down out of nowhere, smashed the ones around me with you hammer, and flew off again. I would be dead if you hadn't come along." She explained, her eyes lighting up as she told the part about him saving her. He smiled.
The battle against the Chitauri was a haze for him now, finding out his brother was alive and possessed by the Tesseract, only for him to die again and Jane to leave.
Up until now his mind had been a whirlwind.
With her, it was calm, clear, and he didn't even know her name.
"Who are you?" Thor asked breathlessly, in awe of the woman next to him, and she smiled as she said, "Isolde Donovan, but everyone just calls me Izzy."
He was captivated by her, as she convinced him to walk the path along the water with her, taking his huge hand with her tiny one as they stood from the bench, Mjölnir in his free hand and she carried her shoes with hers.
He admired every detail of her, from her short stature to the way the moonlight lit up long tresses fell over her shoulder like a golden waterfall, and the way her dainty fingers threaded through his as they walked together.
She didn't ask about Asgard, or joke about his proper manner of speech. She actually listened to him as he confided in her, about the loss of his mother, brother, and his reluctance to return to the tower.
Izzy was happy just to be in his presence, which he found fascinating.
She leaned into his side as they sat together in the lush green grass, his arm naturally going around her and pulling her closer.
In all the time he'd spent on Midgard, Thor never felt so at home.
"It has a name?" Izzy asked as she ran her manicure black nails along the engravings in the metal of his hammer, and Thor chuckled, making her smile even brighter.
"Mjölnir."
"Meerneerh." She tried to repeat, giggling as she failed miserably. Thor's laugh enveloped her like a warm blanket, wrapping her in comfort as it reverberated through her, leaning into him more.
"It has the magic of Odin engraved into it," he explained, indulging her curiosity about his prized possession, "Whoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."
"Can I try?" Izzy asked quietly, running her small hand up the oversized handle as he answered, "As long as you don't hurt yourself, I don't see why not."
She was beaming as he set it on the grass in front of where she stood, taking a few steps back as she bent down to grip it.
His jaw dropped as Izzy lifted it with ease, spinning the handle in her hand a few times to find a good grip and laughing to herself in shock.
The electricity running through her was buzzing in her ears, but as she was struck with lightning a second later, she didn't feel it.
Her eyes met Thor's, his wide as he gaped at her, his jaw hanging open as his eyes deceived him.
Her armour was like his, the black metal accented by red and gold as it hugged her body, coming into an armour plate corset designed similar to his breastplate, and a red skirt, cut mid thigh for easy access to the daggers strapped to the outsides of them.
Izzy looked like a real Aesir warrior, a female version of himself really.
She was even more beautiful than before, if Thor thought that to be possible.
If he wasn't sure after the short time he'd spent with her, Thor knew at that moment her loved her, and that Heimdall was right to ignore him.
He never would've happened upon Isolde if he was back on Asgard.
She would have gone on wishing she could have thanked him for saving her life, completely oblivious to her hidden potential.
At this point, she still was.
"Lord's name!" Izzy gasped as she realized she wasn't in her jeans and black peacoat anymore and finally saw the custom armour that fit itself magically to her, her eyes shooting up to Thor's as she smiled through her tears and asked before her voice have out, "Is this really happening?"
Thor didn't have words for her.
He laughed as he choked up, crossings the space between them and hugging her around her tiny waist as he lifted her off the ground, the two of them laughing through tears as he spun her around.
She giggled lightly between sniffles as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips, not giving a damn if her new skirt was riding up or showing anything.
They were alone in the grass of Central Park having the time of their lives.
Not a second after her feet touched the ground was he kissing her, his lips like heaven on earth as they moved slowly over hers.
Pulling away he leaned down to rest his forehead as he said, "I will make you my wife one day, Isolde, I swear it."
"Maybe we could just go to the movies first." She said with a smirk, before pressing her lips to his again.
