Those Who Are Worthy of Love - A Wonder Woman/Thor Romance

Chapter 2

Diana's POV

I hadn't been sure how I was even able to fall asleep, given the current circumstances being as dire as they were, but when I awoke the next morning, I had immediately leapt from my strange bed ready to fight. My chest heaved as I glanced all around me in the unfamiliar space and let a breath of contentment escape my lungs. Somehow, I think I had hoped that the events that transpired the day before all had been some bizarre nightmare. Unfortunately, the events could not have been more realistic. I pursed my lips together, glancing over to my armor that lay over the back of an armchair currently, deciding that I'd not play into this mad man's obsession more then was absolutely necessary. I walked over to the closet and opened its doors to discover an entire wardrobe of gowns. I let out a sigh and grabbed the first one that caught my eye, a royal blue, silky, flowy dress that I slipped on over my form. I started for the door when my reflection in the mirror caught my eye. I furrowed my eyebrows quizzically as I ran a hand over the embroidery at the mid of the bust line of the dress and realized that it was the Grecian symbol for Athena and the dress was definitely of Grecian design. This man truly was mad, I thought to myself as I shook my head and walked out into the hallway.

Once I entered the hallway, I was taken aback when the first form that I saw was that of a blue man with four arms. My eyebrows furrowed as I found myself pressing my back to the door as the man passed me. He paused a moment and turned to face me, eyeing me carefully before extending one of his four hands to me.

"I am Shiva. Who might you be? I have not seen you here, save for today," Shiva spoke as I hesitantly took his hand, not being able to take my eyes off of the other three that all made different gestures as he spoke. I cleared my throat, remembering that I had been asked a question, and offered an apologetic smile for staring.

"Diana," I said simply as Shiva canted his head at me, again seeming to survey me, judge me, and dissect me with his eyes.

"You appear so...normal. Tell me, what pray tell are you a goddess of?" Shiva asked as his voice seemed to have a slight eerie echo to it as he spoke. I had to think about that question for the moment, considering I wasn't really a goddess of well, anything really.

"I am Queen of the Amazons and Protector of Earth," I decided to answer as Shiva continued to cant his head back and forth, taking me in, leaning his form in closer as if to actually smell me.

"You are Greek. I can smell the Mediterranean Sea on you," Shiva answered and I furrowed my eyebrows quizzically as I started to maneuver away from the wall, and away from this deranged blue man.

"That is absolutely correct and I apologize my scenting skills aren't as up to par, but where do you hail from?" I asked, starting to take a few steps back, hoping that switching the subject to talking of himself would allow me to exit from his presence unscathed.

"India. I am the god of destruction and transformation, but I find it incredibly odd that you are here, Greek who is a goddess to nothing," Shiva spoke as I nodded several times in agreement just so I could go elsewhere.

"I could not agree with you more," was all I spoke as I turned the corner and picked up my pace letting out a huff of breath as I did so. I walked past several rooms, not really knowing where I was going, I just knew that finding a way out of this Circus was not going to be found being cooped up in my cell of a bedroom. I walked past another room as what I saw in my peripherals made me back pedal. I paused and peered into the room seeing Thor, now dressed in a crème colored tunic that bared half of his chest, and loose fitting linen pants, as a blonde woman with long wavy golden hair fed him grapes, all the while giggling to all her content. I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked into the room without an ounce of shame in interrupting their apparent moment.