Stripped from his god-like powers, punished and sent to live on Earth after causing massive damage and disobedience to his Father and their home in Asgard.
Now all by himself, he finds himself now surrounded with strange and unique people just like...
Asgard. The legendary capital city of one of the Nine Realms, nestled at the center of the galaxy in the Milky Way. And yeah, it's my home.
Name's Y/N Thorson—that's right, you heard it. Son of Thor. Wait, let me try that again... ahem.
I'm Y/N Thorson: the handsome, powerful, soon-to-be king of Asgard; grandson of Odin and Frigga; adored by women, admired by many, and yeah, hated by a few, too. I'm that Y/N Thorson.
Now, you're probably wondering how I ended up in my dad's life. Well, it all started when my Uncle Loki—master of making chaos look cool—got his hands on an ancient Asgardian weapon designed to protect the Asgard Vault of Weapons. He turned it on my dad.
Long story short, they fought it out on Earth, and while my dad was there, he met my mom. They had... well, let's just say a "rocky mountain" kind of relationship. He doesn't like talking about it much, so I only know the basics.
Eventually, Mom gave birth to me—but she died soon after. She was attacked while pregnant with me, and it's honestly a miracle I made it. With her last breath, she brought me into the world.
To keep me safe, Dad brought me to Asgard. And since he was often busy "saving the universe" from gods, monsters, and whatever other threats he could find, I was mostly raised by the Valkyries and Odin himself.
It wasn't all bad, though. Dad did his best, teaching me about life in Asgard and even Earth's customs. He'd bring me stuff from Earth after his adventures—things like my phone, random gadgets, and once... the pinky finger of the Statue of Liberty. Yeah, that had to be sent back real quick.
And, of course, Dad made sure I knew how to use my powers. I mean, could you imagine if the son of Thor didn't have any powers? Please. I'm talking thunder and lightning at my fingertips!
Odin—the Allfather and my grandfather—is dead set on training me to fight, powers or no powers. He always tells me my potential could even surpass my dad's, though I don't see that happening anytime soon; one smack to the head, and I'm airborne.
And speaking of my dad, Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, is practically his trademark, right? So, what about me? Well... turns out, I'm "unworthy" of wielding any Asgardian weapon. Seriously, if I even try to pick one up, it either vanishes in a puff of smoke or jolts me like a live wire—and I'm supposed to be shockproof!
At least I've got my lightning powers down. I'm like Zeus up here, plus I can fly. Superman, eat your heart out.
Life in Asgard? Eh, it's been decent. I'm practically untouchable as the king's son, though not everyone in Asgard appreciates my... let's call them "adventures." Even as a kid, I had a knack for stirring things up, and the freedom to roam was intoxicating.
When I was six, I managed to evade the Valkyries and my dad for a whole week, running wild across Asgard, sleeping in random spots, and causing mayhem wherever I went. Fun for me? Definitely. Fun for Asgardians? Not so much.
Now I'm 16, with my birthday just around the corner. I'd love to keep filling you in, but, uh...
"Master Y/N, please, just stop!"
Ah, that's Rossweisse, my assigned babysitter... err, I mean, Valkyrie. She's supposed to keep me out of trouble. Right now, she's trying to keep up as I dodge through the market, weaving past stalls and knocking over a few unfortunate shoppers.
Dad's idea, of course. He claims she's here to keep me "grounded"—though personally, I think she just wants me to stop bothering the locals. But, hey, what's a teenager with way too much energy supposed to do?
I ducked into an alley, launching myself up to the roof and out of sight. Rossweisse and the Valkyries scrambled below, giving me a few precious moments to catch my breath.
Now, you're probably wondering why I'm running away from the castle—again. It's simple: every year, a few days before my birthday, Dad tries to play matchmaker. He gathers a lineup of "suitors," women from all over the realms, even from other planets, hoping I'll pick one as my bride. As flattering as it is—and some of them are nice—I'm just not ready to give up my freedom!
I mean, come on, nothing beats blasting rock music while exploring every inch of Asgard or evading Valkyries, annoyed locals, and royal guards. The thrill is unmatched.
"There you are!"
Crap. Didn't hear them over my music. I pull my headphones down and see the building is already surrounded, with Rossweisse bounding from rooftop to rooftop like some kind of Asgardian parkour pro until she finally lands in front of me.
"Afternoon, Rossweisse," I say, waving. "Hey, is that a new hairstyle? Trying to find the right look for high-speed chases?" I chuckle.
Rossweisse wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, giving me that exhausted, "I'm so done with you" look.
"Master Y/N, as much as I'd love to say I enjoy chasing you all over the capital—which, let me be clear, I don't—just surrender already."
She crosses her arms. "Your father wants to speak with you," she says, voice steely
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"Besides," Rossweisse said, her voice icy, "your father authorized me to take you back... by force."
Magic circles flickered to life around her hands, and the other Valkyries surrounding the rooftop took up stances, readying themselves for action.
She took a single step forward, and I held up an index finger, waving it back and forth. "Now, now... that's adorable," I chuckled, clearing my throat as a spark of lightning crackled behind me.
"You do realize you've never beaten me, right?" I grinned, watching her expression. She smirked, flipping her hair back in that smug, Valkyrie way.
The next track in my playlist kicked in, and I slid my headphones on, feeling the beat pulse through me. Thunder roared from above, and a bolt of lightning shot down, striking me, wrapping me in a crackling aura of electricity.
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