Thunderous Fate (Thor x reader) || Record of Ragnarok

I woke up the next morning, blinking sleepily as I stretched out on the couch. Glancing over at the bed, I was surprised to see Thor sleeping there.

I had fallen asleep before he returned, and seeing him now felt strange—almost foreign—after so long. The sight of him brought a rush of mixed emotions, and I hesitated, unsure whether to approach him or leave him to rest.

I quietly slipped out of bed, taking care not to wake him, and made my way toward the restroom. My mind was still tangled in the strange tension between us, a quiet hum in the air that had lingered throughout the past month.

When I emerged out of the bathroom, I was startled to see Thor waiting by the doorway, his tall and imposing figure reminding me of how intimidating his presence could be. 

I quickly mumbled an apology, stepping out of the doorway to give him space. 

Thor said nothing, merely walking past me and shutting the door behind him. I sighed. 

I should have said something—anything. A simple 'good morning' would have sufficed. 

But the words got stuck in my throat. After everything, it felt like the distance between us was more than just physical. 

I sighed, resigned to the fact that anything I said would come out forced or awkward. Instead, I grabbed my staff from beside the couch and waited for Thor.

When he emerged a few minutes later, we walked together down the hall to have breakfast. The walk was silent, the empty hall amplifying the awkwardness that I felt. 

As we arrived at the dining hall and sat down to eat, the silence continued to stretch uncomfortably. I couldn't help but remember how my breakfasts back in Fjellheim were always filled with lively conversations and laughter. 

Thor's expression was stoic, and I found it hard to read his mood. I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind that wouldn't feel forced or trivial. 

Then I thought of something to ask him, my voice tentative. "So, what were you doing the past month when you were gone?" 

Thor's expression hardened, his voice edged with irritation. "You're being annoying." 

I looked up, taken aback. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" 

Thor cut me off, his tone cold. "This marriage is just for show. Remember that. We're only doing this because we were both forced to. There's no need for all these unnecessary interactions."

The words stung more than I expected, even though I knew the truth of them. I swallowed hard, nodding. 

"Okay." I replied softly, focusing on my food to hide the hurt I felt. 

The rest of the meal passed in silence, each moment dragging on. When it was finally over, I excused myself and returned to my studies in the library. 

I immersed myself once again in the ancient texts about my ancestry, trying to distract myself from the sting of Thor's words. The rest of the day passed in a blur of study and reflection. 

As evening approached, I couldn't help but wonder about Thor's whereabouts and what was occupying his mind. Despite the harshness of his earlier words, I felt a flicker of empathy for him. We were both caught in a situation neither had chosen, and each was struggling in our own way.

As the day turned to night, I decided to stay up and continue my studies. I didn't want to risk another awkward encounter with Thor before I was ready to face him again. 

However, my stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence of the room. I placed a hand over my abdomen, realizing I had completely skipped lunch and dinner. The encounter with Thor at breakfast had left me feeling too awkward and upset to face him again, and I had gotten too caught up in my studies to notice the time passing.