After Ragnarok destroyed Asgard, Thor decides to evacuate his people to Earth. It had been a while since he had visited the planet, and he didn't know a lot of people there apart from the Avengers. The ship lands in the middle of Red Lodge Montana, where you meet him in a very unexpected way. Now it's up to you to help him contact the avengers and help him in his journey to building a new home for his people. DISCLAIMER: This is a Fan fiction, I do not own Marvel or any of the characters in this story (apart from the reader) Let me know you like the story by voting and or leave a comment! I am open to suggestions and feedback. enjoy! :)

There's just something about superheroes that makes you want to be in the story with them. Well, in this book, you can! In here, you get to read about your life in the Marvel universe! Highest rating #59 in Fanfiction [20 DEC 2017] Please do not copy, steal or take my work, please do not translate my work. I don't own any characters in the story, and claim no ownership over anything but plot. All rights go to the creators of the original content.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.