The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

Ch. 1 A god, a boy and my dead mom

"Thor!" I yelled from my mom's basement. No response. I turned around and sighed. "THOR!!" I yelled louder. 

"Woah, there. No need to yell, I'm right here," Thor came around the corner of the stairs and crinkled his nose at me as he slightly mocked me.

"I've been calling you down here for like ten minutes. I could have been dying." I took the bottle he was holding in his hand and took a swig. "Gross." I said, taking another sip.

He smirked at me and took it back. "No. You just have bad taste." He cocked his eyebrow. "And you're not dying or dead. So what did you need?"

I pointed up at the box on the top shelf. "There. The black box. I need it. It has the key I was talking about." My brightly painted finger nails glistened as I pointed.

He reached up, hoisting the box down with one hand. "Y'know. I love your nails. Nat and I always talk about how much we like them." He set the box down.

"Uhh....ok....." I looked at him confused.

"Well she doesn't get hers done and she comments on them. And I just like the different colors. You know what-never mind." He rolled his eyes. "Just get the key." He kicked at the box and walked away.

"Aw. Thor. I'm sorry. Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it. Just kinda random. Especially from you." I said, thoughtfully, as I opened the box.

Papers, receipts. Awards and photos. I dug through them all, ignoring the sentimental value until I got to the smaller box inside of it.

"What? A grown man can't compliment a lady on her nails?" He rolled his eyes and finished off his bottle. "See that's why you're single. Your standards are low..." he mocked a bar on the ground.

"Obviously. It's so low I have resorted to fucking Pet-" I stopped myself. I turned red as a tomato, shut the big box and fiddled with the small one.

"Uh, since when?!" Thor was almost giddy with excitement. He grabbed the box out of my hand and pried it open. He handed me the key and put both boxes up as I pretended to ignore him.

"No, no. You have to answer me." He snatched the key and held it above my head.

"Thor. No. Now give it to me!" I jumped up and couldn't reach it.

"Give it to you? Oh, is my name Peter now? I can just see it..." he pretended to have Peter's webs and shot them at me. In the process I grabbed the key and stomped up the steps.

He followed after me, using a high pitched soft tone, moaning "Oh, Peter! MY spidey senses are tingling toooooo!!!"

I halted on the step, causing Thor to almost crash into me. "Just because you didn't want to fuck anymore doesn't mean you can make fun of me. Or Peter. Peter raises the bar if he does anything to it. He's kind and GIVING. He DOES raise my standards. Better than the likes of you." I flicked his nose and turned up the steps. We made it back to the car without him saying a word.

After a few minutes on the highway. He finally spoke.

"Y/N I'm sorry..." Thor said quietly. His generally booming tone was soft and solemn.

"Thank you, Thor. That's really mat-"

"THAT YOU HAD TO RESORT TO BASICALLY FUCKING A BOY AFTER BEING WITH A GOD!" He laughed hysterically, tears in his eyes.

I slammed on the breaks and careened into the shoulder. "You. ASSHOLE!!!!" I punched his arm and smacked his cheek. "Go ride your goddamn hammer home you jerk!" Tears fell from my eyes as I yelled at him. "You're the meanest, nastiest..." I sobbed. "I hate you."