"Me?"
"Yes, you child." The blond man, this Thor, looked down at me sadly
"What do I have to do with you? And As-whatever-the-heck-it-is? And a King?"
Thor smiled at me. "You, Brynhild, are not of this Earth," he said simply.
"WHAT?"
I backed away from him, my mind frantically trying to comprehend what he was saying.
"Don't look so frightened, Brynhild. It is not such a bad thing." He stood up, encasing one of my small hands in his giant one, and led me to the seat he had just vacated, pausing only for me to sit down.
"It's just Bryn," I corrected halfheartedly as he opened his mouth to speak again. Thor nodded softly, taking my words to heart.
"Of course," he muttered, pacing back and forth before me. He didn't speak, just opened and closed his mouth like a dumbfounded goldfish.
"So am I an alien?" I prompted.
"Of sorts," he spoke up at last. "You're Asgardian."
"Meaning...."
"You are from Asgard, the place from which I hail as well."
I snorted. "That clears stuff up."
Thor looked at me curiously for a moment before continuing. "You were born there to a woman who loved you very much."
"...And my father?"
There was silence.
"He would have loved you too, had he known of your existence."
I groaned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Your parents... their relationship was not proper. They conceived a child out of wedlock, which on Asgard, is highly improper, especially for those of higher class. Your mother, not wanting to disgrace your father with the burden, left him, brokenhearted but dignity in tact. She did not tell him that she was with child."
My brows furrowed as I listened to the large man tell me the story of my childhood. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my feet on the edge of the chair. I yearned for more knowledge about my family all while the realization of it all pained me.
"Your mother hid away from the rest of the world and delivered you," Thor continued, his eyes never leaving my face. "I'm sorry, little one, but she passed away shortly after your birth."
I let out an uncontrollable sob. Thor paused yet again, but I shook my head at him. Now that he had started, he had to finish.
"After your mother's death, the king heard of your existence. He sent you here. Your father, while you would have been well loved, was in no state to be raising a child. Your mother knew that when she hid you away."
I looked up at him, tears now streaming down my cheeks.
"Why now?" I asked, my voice tiny and fragile.
Thor looked slightly uncomfortable. He ran a hand through his blond hair. "You weren't meant to be found," he said softly. "At least not yet."
I buried my face in my knees, my eyes welling with tears. A large hand was placed on my back, rubbing soothing circles into my shirt.
"Do not cry, child," he lamented. "All is not lost."
I let out a dry laugh. "You mean that my mother is dead and my father doesn't know I was ever born but it's okay?"
He left me in silence to mourn my mother. He stood behind me, I could feel his large presence undoubtedly puzzling over what to do next. Finally, I lifted my head, rubbing at blotchy eyes with my fists. "Who was that man?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Who did he want to find?"
The large man frowned, rubbing a hand on his chin. I could tell he was thinking hard about whether or not to tell me the truth. I bit my lip. I already had my own idea of who the tall, black haired, emerald eyed man was. Thor knew it. He could see it in my eyes. In his hands he held the very thing I wanted to know the most. And he could either pass over the knowledge to confirm what I already believed, or squash it.
I looked up at him with broken eyes, my heart pleading with him not to shatter my heart more than he already had. This was it. I heard the door behind me creak open. Coulson was back. I didn't bother to look.
"Tell me," I cried, pounding one foot onto the concrete. "Please. I need to know."
The man looked me up and down, his eyes flashing to Coulson, who nodded in approval. Then he said it. Five words.
I rushed towards Thor, grabbing him around he middle and sobbing into his shirt. It was over. I knew. The blond man hugged me back awkwardly, his large hands continuing to rub soothing circles into my back. Breathing out a long, shuddering breath, I stepped away from him, wiping my tear stained eyes. "Thank you for telling me everything," I muttered before turning to Coulson.
Following the Agent out the door, I could still hear Thor's quiet voice echoing around my head.
"That man was your father."
