"I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be."
Son of Thor Odinson and Lady Sif, Prince Triston Thorson, or the God of Strength, was the second in line for the throne. He'd been reminded of that for as long as he could remember.
One would think a God a...
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❝ she said, in my heart and in my head, tell me why this has to end ❞
≫•✯•≪ chapter five, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓
——— TRISTON, THOR, JANE, DARCY, AND ERIK made a charming team, tidying up after breakfast, washing, drying, and putting plates and utensils away. Of course, Darcy had to show Triston how to wash the dishes, since the young Prince had never had to clean anything in his life. He thought that a part of Darcy believed everything he and Thor told them about being Gods from Asgard, or else she wouldn't be so amused to help Triston with little small things a Midgardian should know.
The group was about finished cleaning up when—
Knock, knock.
"Found you!"
Triston swung his direction towards the clear front door of the building, his expression dropping in disbelief to find his mother and Thor's friends standing there, waving excitedly. He blinked a couple of times, thinking he was delusional, but Lady Sif and the Warrior Three were indeed standing at the front door.
Triston slightly flinched when he heard a plate crash to the ground. He glanced back to find Jane, Erik and Darcy staring at the Asgardians baffled as well.
But he looked back at his mother, a stammering smile appearing onto his lips while Lady Sif looked pleased and relieved to see her son again, "Mother!"
"My friends!"
The father and the son happily raced over, opening the door for them before tightly hugging each other. Jane, Erik, and Darcy watched the Asgardians from across the room, looks of concern and wonder.
"I don't believe it," Erik mumbled.
"Who are they?" Darcy asked.
Triston hugged his mother tightly before they parted, and she planted a kiss onto his forehead, "I've missed you, Mother," he said.
"And I you," Lady Sif said before they hugged once more.
"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three," Volstagg introduced himself to the startled Midgardians, "Surely, you've heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?" Erik looked pointedly at Volstagg's massive gut, "Well...perhaps I've put on a little more muscle since I was here last."
"That would have been a thousand years ago? Northern Europe?" Jane asked.
"Exactly!" Volstagg exclaimed, "Those lovely herring people. They worshipped us!"
Thor grinned as he laid a hand on Volstagg's shoulder, "My friends, I've never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come," he said.
"We're here to take you home," Fandral said and Triston stared at him in surprise.
