Thor knew very well he wasn't the ruler of Midgard, yet it still troubled him to know another being was causing thunderous storms other than himself.
He was the ruler of the elements and no one else.
It was another cloudy afternoon the day he decided to search and confront the mysterious being responsible for disrupting the elements. Hand tightly attached to his magnificent mjolnir, he soared effortlessly through the sky which grew grayer by the minute.
Whoever was behind this magical force was someone to be frightened of. Though the thunder god felt no fear what so ever, he was smart enough to know to be careful.
Thor landed, elements flying beneath his feet as he did so. His electric blue orbs studied his surroundings and he noticed he was on top of a glassy cliff. Interesting. He let his cape flutter silently in the near raging wind as he waited patiently for his visitor.
"Hello."
He turned quickly and readied his massive hammer for battle.
"No need for that."
The blonde haired Aasgardian froze upon seeing it was a woman who had so boldly called his name. It was her eyes he noticed first; lapis lazuli filled with confidence and more importantly, power.
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During their first encounter, Thor noticed Ororo's hair fell in cascading waves of snow white. Her locks were so shiny and thick, it made her look innocent; yet he knew well enough not to test her.
How would she wear it the next time?
Perhaps blade straight, or curls maybe?
Thor did not know why he found himself curious about the weather goddess's mane, but he knew he was anxious to see her again.
For some reason he had a feeling she didn't just go by "Ororo." It was a beautiful name of course. It rolled off his tongue like milk.
But she looked like a warrior, therefor warriors must have names to fit them as such.
It would be the first question he asked of her the next time they met.
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Ororo reluctantly turns the nozzle to her luxurious shower head off. The steam licks her wet skin and she stands still for a moment, enjoying the heat.
She wants to see him again. She needs to see him again. Ororo always considered herself a unique mutant, but this Asgardian was…identical to her.
She wasn't sure if it aggravated her or excited her. Maybe she could perhaps learn new things from him? That mighty hammer of his certainly had to possess some fancy tricks.
Or maybe…
Ororo grins to herself at the thought. The weather witch could possibly teach him a few things. It was possible wasn't it? Her people often referred to her a goddess and she had the abilities as such.
Why not test the so called god of thunder since he was so gifted?
As she ponders this, she reluctantly steps out the relaxing shower and wraps herself in a pink towel.
Her hair has started to retreat back to it's natural kinkiness and she wonders how to style it.
She wore it wavy the last time…
Perhaps blade straight then? Curls maybe.
A/N: Shorter than I intended but next chapter should be filled with Thororo goodness!
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