Marvel Oneshots

Forbidden Affair (Thor Odinson)

Thor's POV

The sky over Asgard stretched endlessly, golden spires glinting under the light of distant stars. The realm, my home, stood as a symbol of power and majesty—an empire, strong and indomitable. But the weight of my crown, the responsibility of being the heir, bore heavily on my soul. As Prince of Asgard, I was destined for greatness. But what is greatness when it keeps you from what your heart truly desires?

I knew Y/N was behind me long before they spoke. The subtle shift in the wind, the silent yet powerful presence they carried—it was something I had grown so used to over the years. My bodyguard, always nearby, always watching. And yet, I had long stopped seeing them as merely my protector.

"You shouldn't be out in the open like this," Y/N said, their voice firm, the way it always was when they spoke of my safety. "There have been whispers of unrest."

Ah, those whispers. They never ceased. But today, there was something else, something far more important than rumors of danger. I turned my head just slightly, catching the faintest reflection of Y/N's form in the shimmering gold of the palace walls. "You worry too much."

Y/N stepped forward, still keeping a formal distance, ever aware of the boundaries set between us by duty and title. "Your safety is my duty, Your Highness."

There it was again—those walls, that distance. My heart clenched. I had spent years at war with myself, battling these feelings I could never speak of. How cruel, how unfair, that I could face giants, wield the power of thunder, and yet be brought low by something as simple as longing.

I turned fully now, my eyes meeting Y/N's. "What if your duty leads you into danger? What if protecting me comes at too great a cost?"

Their eyes, always so focused, flickered for just a moment. It was in that brief moment of vulnerability, of uncertainty, that I saw everything. I had always seen it—the unspoken feelings, the careful restraint—but we both knew the risks. We both knew the consequences of crossing that invisible line.

"If it does, then I will face it." Their words, spoken with the same confidence they always carried, should have been reassuring. But it only deepened the ache inside me.

Before I could respond, the air around us changed, crackling with a sudden, violent energy. Danger.

"Get down!" Y/N's voice rang out, just as an energy blast tore through the balcony. They shoved me hard, and I hit the ground with a force that would've knocked anyone else out cold. But I was not anyone else.

I scrambled to my feet, grabbing Mjolnir. An assassin? Here? In my home? My blood boiled with the rage of battle as I swung Mjolnir toward the shadows, where our attackers hid. But Y/N was already moving, their blade cutting through the air, their body moving with the lethal precision of a warrior. We fought side by side, as we had so many times before, but this time there was more at stake. This time, I felt something different—a fear that gripped me not for my own life, but for Y/N's.

"We need to retreat!" Y/N's voice cut through the chaos, their eyes darting around as more attackers closed in. I wanted to stay, to fight until the threat was gone, but Y/N was right. We couldn't win here, not with so many of them.

I unleashed a final blast with Mjolnir, sending the attackers flying. "Go!" I shouted, and we bolted for the hidden corridors, disappearing into the maze that only the royal family and their closest guards knew about.

We found shelter in an old chamber deep within the palace—one of the ancient vaults long forgotten by most. The door slammed shut, and for a moment, the silence was deafening.

I turned to Y/N, breathless, my heart pounding not from the fight, but from the closeness of death. From the closeness of them.

"You saved my life," I said, my voice heavy with gratitude, and something more—something I could no longer ignore.