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

As we arrived outside the Council of Valhalla, I was immediately awestruck by the grandeur of the building.

The structure was massive—a temple of pure white marble that gleamed with a golden hue under the warm light of the setting sun. Towering columns stretched high into the dimming sky, while intricate carvings of ancient battles and mythical creatures adorned its walls, their details casting long shadows in the waning light.

The steps leading up to the entrance were wide and numerous, flanked by statues of gods from various pantheons. Each statue bore a solemn, dignified expression, their presence magnified by the amber glow of sundown. The temple seemed to radiate a quiet yet immense power, a physical manifestation of the ancient forces that had shaped the world.

As we moved closer, I couldn't help but notice the sheer number of gods gathered here. Deities from every pantheon imaginable were present, their unique auras blending into a symphony of divine energy.

Some faces were familiar from the wedding, but countless others were strangers to me, their collective presence overwhelming. I felt a twinge of nervousness—an anxiousness I hadn't expected to feel again, reminiscent of the day of my wedding. The sheer scale of the gathering, coupled with the temple's imposing atmosphere, was enough to unsettle anyone.

The four of us began ascending the grand staircase. Around us, the gods engaged in quiet conversations, their voices merging into a low hum that filled the cooling air. Thankfully, none approached us, giving me a moment to collect myself as we moved toward the glowing entrance.

Once inside, we were guided to our designated seats. Odin sat at the front, a place of honor befitting his status as the Allfather. Thor and I were seated directly behind him, with Loki settling in beside me.

I glanced around the hall. It was vast, with rows of seats arranged in a semicircle around a central podium where the discussions would take place. The gods continued to file in, their forms illuminated by the dim light spilling in through stained-glass windows, casting multicolored patterns across the floor.

This building and its hall... it felt both new and ancient, as though it held echoes of a time long past. As I sat, fragments of information flitted through my mind—little facts about the meeting that seemed to surface without warning.

Loki, ever observant, leaned closer to me, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"You look bored already, and the meeting hasn't even started." he teased, his voice light but tinged with amusement.

Not missing a beat, I shot back, "You must be bored too if you're just sitting there staring at me."

Loki chuckled, clearly entertained by my retort. "Ah, Y/n, your quick wit is one of your best qualities."

Before I could respond, Loki smoothly changed the subject, his tone turning more curious. "I heard you were the star of the battle a little over a month ago. Quite the performance, I must say."

I raised an eyebrow, my tone deliberately measured. "Is that so?"

"Indeed." Loki continued, a hint of mischief curling his words. "You're becoming a true Norse warrior, Y/n. With all those bodies you piled up, I'd say your ancestors would be proud."

My eyes narrowed, a sharp glare cutting through his cheeky grin, but Loki merely patted me on the back with exaggerated cheer.

"Now, now, that's a scary look." he teased, undeterred.

I let out a long sigh, my patience wearing thin. "Why don't you go pester someone else, Loki?"

Loki's grin widened, his mischief dialed up to eleven. "Excellent idea! I think I'll go bother one of the Greeks."