I've been having a ton of trouble with this story. Mainly because of how much of an ass Thor was when he first landed on Earth, and then because when someone pointed it out to him, he immediately apologized. I tried to keep him in character on that account.

"Er…I…" Harry was still trying to think of something to say when there were several pops and he and Thor were surrounded by aurors. "What's going on?" He asked.

"Said there was a commotion and some pretty powerful magic being used here," Ron answered, head tilted. He had his wand raised, pointing it at Thor, who apparently decided it was time to speak up.

"You dare threaten the mighty-" He'd started to take a step closer but red light shot from Ron's wand and the big man fell instantly with a thud.

"Ron!" Harry yelled in frustration.

"What? What's going on here, Harry?" He glanced around at his co-workers.

"Nothing. I don't know what powerful magic you were talking about. But this is…" Harry hesitated. It wasn't like he could tell them that the guy had dropped from the sky, right? "You remember that guy I was telling you about? The one I met at the grocers?" He raised an eyebrow and Ron blushed.

"Oh." Ron seemed embarrassed for a moment.

"You can all go now," Harry said pointedly, glaring at the other three men. There were three cracks as they did as he said.

"Harry…I thought you said you and the muggle…you know, broke up?"

Harry shrugged and didn't correct Ron for calling his ex 'the muggle' since the guy had ended up cheating on him. "We did. But…you know, things happen." He was thankful he hadn't told Ron about the guy cheating.

"Do you need help?" Ron gestured to the man and Harry shook his head immediately.

"No, I got it." Ron would suggest a memory charm, of course and he'd never been great at those. He and Harry had learned them when they'd both initially joined the aurors but Harry had since quit after deciding he'd had enough of chasing down dark wizards after doing it since he'd been eleven.

"See you later then, Harry."

Harry waited until Ron had gone before he turned back to the big man. "What am I supposed to do now?"

He ended up using magic, of course, to get Thor inside his house and onto his couch. There was no way he would have been able to carry the big guy. He didn't wake the guy immediately, instead settling for letting the spell were off naturally. He needed time to think.

He could have told Ron, he supposed, after the other aurors had left. He'd told Ron pretty much everything about himself in the past and gone to Ron and Hermione, on more than one occasion, since the war had ended for advice and someone to talk to.

They'd been the first to know about his decision to leave the aurors. He smiled slightly at that memory. They'd both been very supportive, Ron especially. He had settled down a lot after the war and he and Hermione had gotten married. Ron had been a great friend when they'd been kids and an even better friend as an adult.

Still, what was he supposed to say that didn't sound crazy? He thought maybe he should at least talk to Thor first. Ron still had a short fuse. Hermione would probably be the better option but, even though she was muggle-born, she had always been less likely to believe in the impossible. Which, Harry thought was completely funny sometimes. She just relied too much on her books sometimes, really.

Harry sighed and rubbed a hand across his face. No, he'd talk to the guy first. And then he'd go complain to his friends about how screwed up this all was.

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Harry woke up with a jerk, nearly toppling from the chair he'd fallen asleep in. For a moment, He rolled his neck and lifted his arms, but froze mid-stretch when he remembered the night before. The couch, however was empty.

Jumping to his feet, he turned and froze again. The big man was still there, currently standing in front of his fireplace and staring at the moving pictures on the mantle, pictures he hadn't bothered to hide because he hadn't taken a muggle back to his house in a couple of weeks.

"Er…you're still here," He voiced out loud. After sleeping…oh, yes, the surprise was back. Because apparently he couldn't get over the shock of a man falling from the sky into his front yard.

"Yes," Thor answered, turning to him. "You rendered me unconscious."

"That wasn't me!" Harry protested immediately, while frowning at the wording the man used. "That was…okay, it was a friend but to be fair, you are kind of intimidating. And you did look like you were going to threaten him." He paused. "Why are you still here?"

Thor looked irritated. "My father has seen fit to strip me of my power. I do not-" He cut off, then hesitated. His next words almost sounded like they were painful for him to say. "I do not know where else I can go."

"Oh." Harry's mind worked for a minute, but he could offer up no suggestions, mainly because he had no idea what the man was talking about. That was, of course, when his stomach made itself heard, rather loudly and he was reminded that he hadn't eaten anything since well before the party the night before.

He grinned sheepishly. "Hungry?"

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"You know," Harry started as he watched Thor eat like he hadn't in years, "it is common courtesy to at least say thank you when someone cooks a meal for you."

Harry was…irritated. To say the least. Not just with the man sitting across from him but with himself too. He was seriously starting to believe that he could go no time without something weird happening in his life.

Thor had offered up his explanations of other realms and magical hammers and irritated fathers with god-like powers. He was currently sitting with his head in his hands. His comment might have been due to his own irritation at his life, or it might have been due to the way that Thor talked, reminding Harry strongly of the most elitist purebloods.

"I have offended you." Thor finally set down his fork and there was a frown on his face.

"Oh, no. I'm used to being ordered around like a house elf," Harry grumbled and then he stopped and scowled when his comment brought up memories of his childhood.

"I do not know what a house elf is but I promise you I meant no offense." He looked honestly bewildered, and Harry sighed.

"Just…next time you want seconds, ask for it instead of demanding it."

"Alright." He leaned closer to Harry. "Thank you for this meal, Harry Potter."

Harry had to suppress a groan. "I'm going to go see if I can find you some clothes." Because the guy was still in the clothes he'd landed in and they were pretty dirty. He got up and away from the man quickly. He found a pair of jeans and a shirt that his ex had left behind because his clothes certainly wouldn't fit.

Thor immediately stripped off his shirt, right in front of Harry. "It's…er…from the ex-boyfriend pile," he explained, trying not to look at anywhere but Thor's face because…well, damn. Thor took the shirt.

"It will suffice."

Harry raised an eyebrow and held back the jeans at that. Thor seemed to search his expression a moment.

"I mean, thank you. You are rather forceful, are you not, Harry Potter?" There was a small smile playing on his lips as he said it and Harry wondered how a man could irritate him and force some rather unclean thoughts at the same time. And here he thought that he wasn't that shallow.

Harry held his breath a moment when Thor stepped closer to him. "Not usually."

"I think you are not being truthful in that."

Harry thought back to most of his encounters with Draco Malfoy, even into their adult years and grinned a little. "Okay, given certain circumstances…or certain people."

"And you do not like me."

"Not true. We've only just met." He pressed the jeans against Thor's chest. "Just…do me a favor and change in the bathroom, alright?"

Thor agreed and went willingly. Harry watched him go and wondered if he had enough time to firecall Hermione.