An Angel and a God || T. Odinson

Meeting a God

Coulson decided to go in first to try and get the mystery man to talk while Maddie just watched from the sidelines and if he made no progress she'd use her angel powers on him.

She walked up to the one-way mirror and looked at the man that was now much cleaner than he'd previously been and that's when it happened. When he glanced to the wall to try and avoid Coulson's presence his deep ocean blue eyes met her forest green ones.

He didn't see it though, he couldn't.

The world shifted for her in that moment. The usual black and whiteness of it all, the bland colors she was used to, had grown up with were now vibrant and lively with color. Colors she'd never thought she'd ever get to experience.

Unfortunately and because Fate was a cruel, cruel woman.

This beautiful and very dangerous man with sorrow in his eyes and blankness covering his face was Maddie's soulmate.

She gasped at the suddenness of it all and if she hadn't been alone in the room, one of the agents might have bothered to ask her what was wrong, no doubt casting her a strange glance as well.

She pressed her palm to the cool of the glass mirror as she watched Coulson interrogate her forever other half.

"You made my men some of the most highly trained professionals of the world look like a bunch of minimum wage mall cops," he commented. "That's hurtful."

The man didn't say anything, he wasn't even looking in Coulson's general direction, instead, his gaze fell from the opposite wall and down to the floor beneath his feet.

"In my experience," he carried on talking. "It takes someone with similar training to do what you did to them. Why don't you tell me where you received your training. Pakistan? Chechnya? Afganistan? No, you strike me more as the soldier of fortune kind," Coulson said, the man still not paying him any attention. "Where was it? South Africa? Certain groups pay very well for a great mercenary like you. Who are you?"

Finally, the man's eyes met Coulson's for the first time but he refused to talk or show any emotion other than a blank facade.

"One way or another, we will find out what we need to know," Coulson assured. "We're good at that."

Maddie watched the two, sensing no matter what he tried to say or how he tried to coax her soulmate into talking unless he was willing, they were at a dead end. A brilliantly stupid idea then flashed before her mind and before she could think it through she paged Coulson to come back out of the small interrogation room.

"Don't go anywhere," he warned, then walked out of the door. "What is it?"

"I see you're not getting anywhere with him," she coolly stated, no way was she going to divulge her recent revelation to anyone, especially SHIELD.

"Really," Coulson remarked. "I didn't realize it was that obvious."

Maddie smirked in amusement as she folded her arms and took her time to continue the conversation. "Let me try."

"You sure?" he asked. "I know you're not overly fond of-"

"I'm just going to be talking to him, Phil," she cut off. "Unless I get orders otherwise."

Frowning slightly, Coulson hesitantly nodded with a sigh. "Alright, you can give it a shot. What can it hurt?"

She nodded in agreement as she walked over to the room door but stopped short when she slowly turned the handle.

"Let me know if you get anything," he told her. "I'm going to go check if our scientists have found anything else on that hammer and its electromagnetic surge."

"Of course," she said.

Maddie watched as Coulson turned on his heels and jogged down the steps before taking in a deep breath and reopening the interrogation door. She walked in and found herself feeling unusually calm in the man's presence.

"Hi," she started. "My name's Madelyn Winchester, but you can just call me Maddie."

Unlike with Coulson, the man's eyes slowly dragged up her body until they were settled looking into her own.

He saw the wild green with flickers of deep blue. He saw color, for the first time in his entire existence of over a thousand years, he saw color. His eyes meet hers and he was utterly speechless. She was beautiful with a softly tanned skin tone, dark golden curls of hair falling over her shoulders, and the most genuine smile he'd ever seen on anyone covering her lips.

Madelyn. Even her name was perfect.

This pure and delicate-looking Midgardian was his soulmate.

He was in utter shock his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell slightly agape as he just continued to stare at her.

"I told you my name," she continued, "maybe you can tell me yours?"

"You're my..." he voiced and Maddie loved the sound of it, a deep rumble that vibrated from his chest until it flew out of his mouth melodically.

"I am," she finished for him. "So do I get to know your name?"

"T-Thor."

"Thor," she repeated, then smiled. "It's nice to meet you."

"As it is you," he agreed.

"Can you tell me why you broke in here?" she asked.

He looked down, almost as if he were a little boy in trouble. "I came to retrieve Mjölnir."

"The hammer?" she asked and he nodded, looking surprised. "Why?"

"Because it's rightfully mine," he explained before seeming even sadder than before as if something had just sunk in.

"What is it?" Maddie asked softly.

"My father... he, uh, he banished me," he looked up at her and the look in his eyes almost broke her heart.

"Why? From where?"

"My home," Thor replied. "From Asgard."

"Asgard?" it started to piece together now. The hammer only worthy ones could pick up, the reason it has a heavy electromagnetic surge, and his name, Thor.

"Yes, Asgard."

Maddie's assumptions could be just that assumptions and everything that happened was nothing but a crazy coincidence but she had to be sure.

"Thor?" she asked slowly, not quite sure how to phrase it. "Are you a God?"

"Yes," he said as his eyes lit up like Christmas. "I am. The God of Thunder, my father is Odin, my mother is Frigga, and my brother is Loki."

"Oh, God," she muttered to herself. Out of all the people on the planet, in heaven, in hell, and even in the universe it had to be a God, an actual God. Why?

"Is there something the matter?" he asked, seeing her conflicted expression.

"No," she quickly shook her head. "Nothing. Can you just... uh, just wait right here I'll be back in a minute."

Without waiting for his reply she was out of the door and looking for Coulson. It was one thing to not tell anyone about finding her soulmate, a completely other for SHIELD to be housing a literal God as a prisoner.