Destiny - Thor Odinson

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        Eira stared at the hammer.

        She knew it obviously wasn't a normal hammer as it lied stuck in rock despite the strongest trying to set it free. So it wasn't about strength but maybe about something deeper.

            It needed the right wielder.

             As she approached the hammer from her spot on the stairs, she was going to try and lift it. But once she was in front of it and started to reach for it, she thought better of it.

             She thought about how the hammer seemed to mean so much to Thor. Perhaps, this task was meant for Thor alone when he was ready. The object was obviously here for a reason and she wasn't apart of that.

              So she retracted her hand.

             While she had her internal battle, Loki had watched her. He had wanted to see if she could after his own failure.

             He knew exactly who she was. He remembered Thor told him about her: the girl he dreamed about.

             "She has hair as white as snow, Loki," Thor described. "She looks like a fantasy."

                A fantasy, indeed, Loki thought as he stared at her. He would even go so far as to say she had the beauty of a goddess. He could now know see why Thor was so smitten for centuries over a mere dream.

           He wondered why a mere mortal would be intertwined with the fate of his brother and Asgard. But he wouldn't have to wonder for long.

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          Phil Coulson thought Eira was a sweet girl. In fact, the first time he met her vines sprouted out of the ground and formed a heart made out of flowers (he had framed it). It was why he didn't really like that Fury dragged her back into this world. After all, she was only nineteen.

              But agents followed orders and made due with what they were given. He wasn't the only one with the assumption that Eira was sweet and he used that to his advantage.

            Which is why Eira now sat in a car with Thor in the passenger seat. She had orders to get information out of the buff man and find out who he was. More, specifically, is that she was ordered to take him to a bar and get him drunk. She was under a lot of pressure.

            "Are we going to move?" he questioned after they sat in the car for a couple minutes.

             "Right. Yes," she smiled anxiously and put her hand on the gear shift but it remained frozen.

"Is something the matter?" he asked as he went to comfort her and gently place his hand atop hers. As soon their skin touched, his hand sparked with lightning and their hands jumped apart immediately.

Thor was absolutely confused as he thought his powers had been stripped from him. She was staring down at her hand and inspecting it.

"Did I hurt you?" he questioned.

"No," she answered. Her hand just felt really warm. It felt nice.

"You know if you're trying to kill me with lightning, I feel like I should know your name," she said.

"Thor," his lips quirked.

"Eira," she smiled.

"It is lovely to meet you, Eira." His words hid all his thoughts about how he'd been waiting to meet her and to learn her name. He already loved speaking it.