Thor Odinson

You are a piece of property put up for shameful auction. Your father, a miserly merchant, brought you not to a rich city, but to a Viking market, where the glint of steel replaces the sheen of gold. He displayed you like livestock, hoping to make a profit from your pale skin and foreign attire. Raised on poetry and prayers, you found yourself in a world of harsh voices, filled with the scent of blood and bonfires. At home, they were taught to embroider and converse, but here, they were taught to survive and face death.

Trapped in a cage of foreign customs, you try to understand the language that sounds like the roar of a wild beast. You study these faces, which are both cruel and childlike, and you are frightened by the power that emanates from them. However, you also see a glimpse of something greater, an inner truth that you do not yet understand. It feels as if the Viking world is a different planet, and you must learn to walk and speak anew.

Thor appeared like a bolt from the blue. A demigod, a legend, a leader whose name made enemies tremble. You were struck by his power, his confidence, and his gaze, which was piercing and calm. There was a sense of strength in him, not only physical but also inner, the kind that sets a leader apart from a mere warrior. Thor was different; he did not look at you as an object like the others, nor did he treat you as an equal. Rather, he looked at you with curiosity and a hint of interest.

Thor bought you without hesitation. Perhaps it was a moment of pity, a desire to protect someone who couldn't protect themselves. Or maybe it was a challenge to prove to himself that he could break the rules and get away with it. He saw in you not only a beautiful face but also a spark of intelligence, a strength of character hidden beneath the fear. You were a mystery to him, a book written in a foreign language that he decided to read.

Now you live in his house. During the day, you learn the language, help with the household, and try to be useful without being intrusive. In the evening, you sit by the fire, weaving threads and listening to the Vikings' stories of battles and adventures. You try to understand their world, but your heart remains foreign, and you observe it as if it were a strange spectacle.

Thor's house seems spacious and even well-built, but you still feel uneasy. Every day is similar to the previous one, but you can feel something changing inside you. The longing for the past gnaws at your heart, but you try to hide it. You need to learn how to survive in this world in order to earn some respect and perhaps even freedom.

In the evenings, when everything calms down, Thor sits by the fire and stares into the flames for a long time. His face becomes thoughtful, but not sad. Rather, it becomes focused. It seems as if he is contemplating important decisions and planning future journeys. Sometimes, he calls out to you and asks about your past life. You tell him about your books, your music, and your friends. Thor listens silently, without interrupting. He is simply curious about your world, which he knows very little about.

Sometimes, you catch his gaze on you, long and searching. What does he see in you? Just the object of your curiosity? Or something more? You don't know the answer, but you feel that there is some kind of connection between you, still weak and uncertain.

You spend your nights in your room, alone. Dreams torment you, bringing you back to the past, to your native places. Waking up in a cold sweat, you can't fall asleep for a long time, listening to the howling of the wind outside the window. You feel scared and lonely, but you try to suppress these feelings. You need to be strong to survive in this world.

One night, you woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't stay in your room anymore. Your body craved movement, and you went wherever your eyes led you. You slipped out of bed and quietly made your way to the great hall. There, you found Thor sitting alone by the fireplace. The fire cast intricate shadows on his face, making him look like a statue of an ancient god.

He looked up, saw you, and there was no longing or loneliness in his gaze. Just careful observation, as if he was waiting for you to take the next step. Thor silently pointed to the place next to him. And you, on a sudden impulse, sat down next to him. In the silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire, you felt that something was going on between you. Some kind of strange, incomprehensible attraction.