"You're right, big brother. We really should have something of our own."
Thor could only nod along with Erik's drunken revelation.
"Bartender, another"
Before he could finish his sentence, the self-proclaimed Beer God of New York passed out after just two drinks.
"Hey! Wake up! You haven't paid yet!"
Thor shook Erik vigorously, but the man was already dead to the world. With a helpless sigh, Thor dug into his pocket, fished out some change, and settled the tab himself.
—
Out in the quiet wilderness, inside a camper parked on the edge of the desert, Jane Foster was engrossed in a book on Norse mythology.
Bang bang bang.
A series of rapid knocks startled her. Who could it be at this hour, in such a remote place?
A thug?
A stranger?
Tossing aside the thin blanket draped over her, she approached the door, heart pounding.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. Thor."
Relief washed over her as she heard the familiar voice. She let out a long breath and patted her chest before opening the door.
Thor had carried Erik for over ten kilometers before finally arriving.
"Oh my God, is he alright?"
Jane stared at Thor, who stood there unfazed.
"He's fine. Just passed out."
Thor's gaze drifted downward to the hem of Jane's loosely tied robe. What truly caught his attention were her legs—smooth, glowing, and almost ethereal in the dim light.
White as snow, delicate as lotus roots, and gleaming like polished jade, her legs had the softness of silk and an allure that stirred something primal in him. Their elegant curves disappeared beneath her robe, hinting at mysteries beyond. His mind wandered.
Thunk.
Erik's head hit the doorframe.
"Oh...sorry, my friend."
Thor snapped out of it, silently cursing himself. He'd been too entranced and forgot he was carrying a full-grown man.
"What happened?" Jane asked again, stepping aside so Thor could carry Erik inside.
As he brushed past her, she felt the faintest warmth graze her skin—a fleeting sensation, like a breeze over the plains. Her awareness narrowed to the bare skin of her thighs. It was as if every nerve had awakened, straining to feel that subtle contact again.
She cleared her throat to shake the lingering tension from her body.
"What happened to Erik? Why is he like this?"
Thor couldn't help but glance at the two soft peaks beneath her robe. In her rush to open the door, it seemed she'd forgotten to wear a bra.
"We went drinking. He couldn't handle it."
Thor let out a chuckle.
"Put him on the bed."
Jane looked surprised by how familiar they'd become so quickly. Her gaze lingered on Thor, filled with suspicion and curiosity.
"Hahaha! I still don't believe you're the God of Thunder. Let's drink some more!"
Erik, suddenly half-conscious, burst into laughter and smacked Thor on the shoulder.
"No problem. We'll have a rematch soon."
Thor laughed and made his way toward the camper door.
Jane followed close behind. He was nearly two heads taller than her, and in the cramped space, her petite frame seemed even more delicate by contrast.
"Is this your secret base?" Thor asked, looking down at her with a soft smile.
Her golden hair tumbled freely over her chest, enhancing her graceful charm.
Noticing Thor's gaze, Jane instinctively crossed her arms over her chest which only emphasized her curves further.
"Uh, just a temporary setup. Sorry… I don't usually have guests."
She turned to tidy up the cluttered kitchenette. Dishes were piled in the sink, and half-finished juice sat nearby.
"I mean, I never really have visitors. Maybe we could talk outside?"
Thor's thoughts drifted to what Erik had said earlier, Jane Foster likes you.
His gaze softened with a touch of innocent yearning. In over a thousand years, he'd known nothing but war. Love, affection—these were foreign to him.
"Of course," he replied, a bit awkwardly.
"It's chilly out. Let's grab some firewood and light a campfire."
Jane pulled a compact fire pit from the camper.
After a bit of work, the fire crackled gently. Jane bundled herself up in a thick fleece coat, concealing her figure beneath its warmth.
"When I can't sleep, I come out here. Or when I need to run calculations… or when Darcy drives me up the wall. Actually, come to think of it, I spend a lot of time out here. I'm glad you're safe."
A breeze swept past, rustling her hair.
Thor sat quietly beside her, catching the faint scent of her shampoo. The firelight lit her profile in warm gold, and something stirred inside him.
"You've done so much for me. I've never properly thanked you."
Her features were refined, her skin pale and flawless. She had an elegance that felt both distant and inviting. Even her slight blush carried a quiet charm. Her brows furrowed gently as she looked at him, exuding a delicate vulnerability.
Jane gave a light shrug.
"I hit you with my car more than once. I think we're even."
It's true, men enjoy admiring beauty, but beautiful women also admire handsome men.
Thor's golden hair, sharp blue eyes, and rugged features, paired with his sculpted physique, had made quite the impression on Jane. She hadn't forgotten his defined abs, powerful chest, or trim waistline.
As he looked at her, Thor murmured,
"Maybe I brought all this on myself. Oh, right…"
(End of Chapter)
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