The sun dipped low over the coast, its golden light spilling across the calm waters and casting a warm glow on the quaint seaside town where he'd asked her to meet him. Thor adjusted his leather jacket as he stood near the small table he’d set up overlooking the sea. It was modest by Asgardian standards, with a simple cloth, a few flickering candles, and a meal that blended dishes from both his realm and Midgard. But it wasn’t meant to impress—it was meant to convey gratitude.
In recent weeks, Thor had found himself spending more time with Wanda Maximoff than he ever anticipated. Their connection had been immediate, forged in the shared, painful understanding of loss.
Through quiet conversations between missions, and sometimes the occasional evening where they didn’t speak at all, Wanda had become something Thor hadn’t realized he needed: a source of healing. She never dismissed his pain, never tried to overshadow it with her own. Instead, she simply was—a steady presence, a reminder that he wasn’t alone in the universe, and that perhaps the weight of their losses didn’t have to define them forever.
This dinner was his way of saying thank you.
Thor glanced down at the table one last time, running a hand nervously through his hair. He wanted it to be perfect, though he suspected Wanda would insist it didn’t need to be. Hearing the faint hum of magic behind him, he turned, his lips breaking into a smile as she appeared.
“You’re early,” he said, his voice warm and almost teasing. “Not that I’m complaining. I, uh…” He gestured to the setup awkwardly, the God of Thunder suddenly looking more like a nervous mortal. “This is for you. To say thank you—for listening, for helping. For being… you.” / @cosmiclvex
