The three of them sat cross-legged on Dove's floor around a low table, plates loaded with hastily prepared food.
Thor was devouring his food like it was his last meal —the scraping of his fork loud enough to echo.Loki, meanwhile, took careful bites like he was attending some regal banquet instead of sharing a tiny mortal dinner.
And Dove?He just sat there, dazed for a moment, staring at them.
He'd somehow ended up here — sharing his apartment and dinner with two actual gods.
And what was crazier?This felt almost… normal.
Gods — sitting on his rug, bickering about beer and cheese like roommates.Gods that had crashed into his roof one night and never left.
And then his thoughts drifted deeper — back to the hole in his ceiling, his miraculous payday, and the ridiculous gold coins still in his pocket.This was his life now.
"Hey," Thor rumbled suddenly, jolting Dove out of his thoughts."You zoning out, mortal? Food too much for you?"
"Why?" Dove shot back, deadpan."Did I look like a horse at a trough to you?"
That earned a bark of laughter from Thor — and even Loki hid a smirk behind his glass.
"Careful," Loki drawled."You'll make him choke on his beer."
"Or," Thor shot back with a grin,"make him choke on your charm."
Loki gave an elegant snort."Please. My charm is wasted here."
"Wasted," Dove muttered, shaking his head, a tired smile tugging at his lips."You two are unreal."
"Oh yes," Loki replied, eyes gleaming."That's the point."
And then —
DING DONG!
The doorbell cut through their laughter like a sharp note.
The three of them paused, glancing toward the door.
Dove frowned."Did we order anything?"
"Not me," Loki said smoothly, reaching for another bite.
Thor was already half-rising to his feet."Could be your loud landlord again," he muttered.
But Dove felt something different — a strange tension in the air.Something humming just beneath his skin, like the quiet before a storm.
He set his plate aside, brow furrowing as he crossed to the door.
And when he opened it —a shadowy figure stood there, framed by the light of the hallway.
Tall.Powerful.And with a gaze that glimmered like they'd been watching all along.
The gods had company.
The figure at the door was… well, impossible to process.
White hoodie pulled over a lean frame.Blue jeans that looked tailored to mortal fashion.And hair — a bold blue that shimmered like it had been freshly dyed.
But most striking of all was the flute casually spinning between his fingers — and a tattoo visible on his wrist, a tiny trident surrounded by the sacred Om.
Dove blinked."Uh… who are you?"
The stranger smiled — slow and mischievous — and his dark eyes glinted with an ageless playfulness."You don't recognize me?"
Before Dove could say another word, there was a loud scrape from the floor.
Thor and Loki were on their feet in an instant — both staring like they'd seen a ghost.
"Krishna," Loki breathed, incredulous.Thor straightened up, broad shoulders tense."Lord Krishna," he said, more respectfully.
That made the stranger chuckle.He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him with his foot."Ah, good," Krishna replied breezily, adjusting the strap of his hoodie."Finally someone who knows me."
And Dove?He was frozen in place — eyes ping-ponging between Thor and Loki and this blue-haired deity who looked like he'd just strolled out of a streetwear shop.
"Wait," Dove finally managed, hands flapping helplessly."You mean Krishna, like — the god from Hindu myths?!"
Krishna twirled his flute one more time before tucking it into his pocket."Of course," he replied with a roguish grin."Although myths is a funny word. Anyway—"
He plopped himself down comfortably like this was his own place and crossed one leg over the other."You mortals dress like this, no? Wear these gadgets too?" he asked, holding up a sleek smartwatch that blinked in reply.
Dove's brain short-circuited."You… wear a smartwatch?"
Krishna laughed — bright and musical."Why wouldn't I? You mortals modernize. Do us gods not have the right to do the same?"
He flicked a blue strand of hair from his face like it was the most natural thing in the world."You change your clothes every century," he added with a wink."Why can't we?"
And Dove?He just stood there with his mouth half-open, caught somewhere between awe and absolute confusion.
Thor glanced at Loki, then back to Krishna."You never were one for tradition," Thor muttered — though there was grudging amusement in his voice.
Loki gave a low chuckle, crossing his arms."Yes. Only you would make entering a mortal's home look like a fashion show."
And Krishna simply smiled wider, spreading his hands as if to say: What can I say?
That's when Dove finally gave up trying to make sense of it all and slumped into the nearest chair.
Gods in his house.Gods with smartwatches and hair dye.
He groaned, rubbing his face."Somebody please tell me what's going on…"
And Krishna — ever the mischievous one — simply leaned back, blue hair shimmering and eyes full of secrets.
"Oh, don't worry," he said playfully."You'll find out soon enough."
Krishna's gaze drifted lazily across the apartment as if he were surveying his new domain.
"So," he drawled, looking from Thor to Loki with one blue brow arched, "what brings you two here? Lost, or just playing house with mortals?"
Thor shifted in his seat, suddenly looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies."Long story," he rumbled."Lost my hammer gambling."
"Of course you did," Krishna replied with a sigh like an exasperated older brother.
Then his gaze lifted to the shattered ceiling —a jagged hole framed by cracked plaster.
Krishna's face tightened just slightly."Hmm," he murmured. "That won't do at all."
And with a casual flick of his finger —snap — a ripple of light shimmered upward.
In an instant, the hole was gone.No cracks, no debris, just smooth, spotless ceiling like new.
Dove gawked — and then his face broke into the most radiant grin."My ceiling," he gasped, eyes glimmering."You fixed my ceiling!"
Krishna gave a modest shrug."Can't have my new stay looking shabby, can we?"
That was all Dove needed.He jumped up and nearly tripped over himself to fuss around him."Can I get you anything? Tea? Beer? Wine? Snacks?"
That earned a loud groan from Thor and an outraged scoff from Loki.
"You never offered us that," Loki protested.
Dove didn't even look at him."New guest," he shot back matter-of-factly.
Krishna chuckled, clearly enjoying himself."See? Mortals do recognize a god's touch."
Thor grumbled something about favoritism while Loki's green eyes narrowed.
And then Krishna tilted his head like he was listening to something far-off."Ah," he said at last, smile fading into something more formal."Odin sent a message. Loki," — he pointed that flute like it was a scepter —"you're going home. Your Father expects a report."
Loki paused, eyes flashing."You mean now?"
Krishna just nodded.
And before Loki could argue, a swirl of light danced around him.He scowled at Krishna one last time."You'll pay for this," Loki muttered —and vanished in a shimmer of green.
Thor raised his bottle in a brief salute."Safe travels," he grunted.
And Dove?He was too busy marveling at his newly intact ceiling — and his new guest — to care.
"Wait," Dove finally blinked,"You're not leaving too?"
Krishna grinned, making himself comfortable."Oh, no," he replied easily, draping one arm over the back of the chair."Odin asked me to send Loki back.He never said I had to leave."
And as Dove stared — mouth opening, closing —Krishna just winked.
"Looks like you have a new roommate, mortal."
Somewhere beyond the mortal plane — Dev Lok.
A cluster of gods and sages had paused mid-conversation, all eyes glued to a shimmering projection of the mortal world.
One of them — an elderly sage with a long white beard — stared at the image in disbelief."Is that…"
"Yes," replied another, equally stunned."Lord Krishna. On Earth. In… a hoodie and jeans."
The group broke into hushed murmurs."That mortal fashion…""Since when does he live like that?""And with humans?"
"By the looks of it," one god murmured, brow raised,"he's having fun."
And up there in the glowing halls of the gods, everyone knew —this was going to get interesting.
Back on Earth, morning light streamed through Dove's apartment windows.
And Dove?He was groaning into his hands as the alarm on his phone blared.He had a few million dollars in his account and he still had to drag himself to work.
"I really need to quit," he muttered.But — habit? Responsibility? Who knew.Either way, he pulled himself up.
Thor was snorting for some reason in sleep after the intense session of drinking 6 cans.
Krishna was already awake — lounging cross-legged on the couch like he had nowhere to be."You still do this 'work' thing?" he asked with a teasing grin.
"Someone's gotta pay the bills," Dove grunted, then paused."Oh wait. You fixed my roof," he corrected himself,"but I need to keep my cover, okay?"
Krishna's eyes sparkled. "Sounds boring," he said — then leaned forward, grin turning mischievous. "How about I tag along?"
Dove hesitated.This was a very bad idea."You want to come to my job? Really?"
"Why not?" Krishna replied breezily."I'm curious. Let's go."
And before Dove could argue, Krishna was already up, hands in his pockets and hair glowing faintly blue in the morning light.
At the convenience store, things were quiet — until Dove and Krishna walked in.
Mira, Dove's boss — sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued — glanced up from the counter and did a double-take.
Her gaze ran up and down Krishna in his casual hoodie, blue hair, and self-assured smirk.
"Who's this?" Mira asked, one brow arched at Dove.
"Oh," Dove replied, rubbing the back of his neck."Uh, just a friend. Staying at my place."
For a moment, Mira's stern expression softened — eyes caught by Krishna's easy charm."You didn't mention your friend was, uh, good looking," she said, almost against her will.
That was when she seemed to catch herself, straightened up, and huffed."Anyway," she snapped, the boss-mode returning full force."You're late. Again."
And just like that, she spun on her heel and stalked into the back.
Dove exhaled slowly."That went better than I thought," he muttered.
And Krishna?He simply chuckled, twirling his flute between his fingers."Oh," he said with a wink,"this is going to be very entertaining."
The morning at the shop was surprisingly slow.
Dove sat behind the counter on his stool, chin propped on one hand, blankly scanning a barcode every so often as customers trickled in and out.
And Krishna?With a casual flick of his wrist, he'd materialized a chair right next to the counter — comfortable as if he'd been doing this for centuries.
By this point Dove didn't even flinch at the conjuring.He was long past shock.
"So," Dove said, glancing at him sideways as he rang up a pack of gum,"you must have a lot of fans back home, huh?"
Krishna chuckled, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other."Fans?" he echoed, clearly amused.
"You know," Dove replied dryly."Your devotees. Pretty much the same thing — there must be what, like… a billion of them?"
Krishna let out a light laugh, bright and melodic."Oh, you mortals," he said, shaking his head,"you do love your numbers."
He twirled his flute idly between his fingers as he spoke."Yes, there are many who call on me," Krishna continued."They offer curd, butter — anything they believe might catch my attention."
Dove smirked."Sounds like bribery."
Krishna's dark eyes sparkled at that."More like… enthusiastic negotiation," he replied smoothly."You'd be amazed at some of their demands. From health to wealth to romance — some even think they can exchange these offerings for instant wishes."
He paused, his smile turning sly."They're quite inventive. Some even try to outsmart me with clever deals, as if butter and a heartfelt prayer could make me their personal genie."
Dove snorted at that."Guess gods have to put up with a lot of weird customers too."
"Oh," Krishna agreed, leaning his chair back on two legs."You have no idea."
And then, without much thought, he lifted the flute to his lips.
A silken melody poured into the shop — soft and mesmerizing — filling every corner of the tiny convenience store.
Customers paused mid-step, eyes going dreamy as they listened.Even Dove felt his heartbeat slow and his shoulders relax — as if the world outside no longer mattered.
For a few perfect moments, all was still.Only that gentle, lilting sound existed.
And Dove thought — yeah, this was something you could never put a price on.