Marvel Avengers Assemble Thor Novels & Stories

If the guy literally gifted with calming others is falling apart, we’re officially screwed. Suddenly, light explodes across the field—brilliant and blinding. Everyone shields their eyes. When it fades, Hecate, Selene, and a massive, shirtless man are standing in the clearing. Thor. My first Norse god in the flesh, and of course he looks like he bench-presses mountains. Eight feet tall. Abs for days. A fur-lined cape. Chainmail. War hammer. No shirt. I mean… if you’re gonna make an entrance…

she went on, refusing to let the matter drop. The moment those words left her mouth, I saw something flicker across Thor's face. Fear. It was there only briefly, but I caught it. "I assure you that there is nothing," Thor said quickly. Too quickly. The way he answered made my suspicions deepen. He was acting as if he was scared of something. Scared of being discovered by us. Scared of his perfect little lie being dragged into the light. Scared that whatever he and his Alpha had been trying to keep hidden would finally be exposed.

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

She was the epitome of a mama bear. Thor was her cousin and he was around the same age as Sunny. He looked just like his name as well. He was born in Sweden and moved here when his parents died. He was raised in the gang with Sunny as siblings. He still had a bit of a Nordic accent with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He looked every bit like a Viking God with rugged good looks. Both Sunny and Thor were tall. Sunny at 5'10 and Thor at 6'4. Sunny was full of lean muscle while Thor was bulky with pure muscle hanging on every part of him. His body reminded me of an older Ace if Ace wasn't such an asshole.

Three days later, when I was discharged and returned home, I saw that the exterior of the Thor's house was draped in festive decorations. His house was buzzing with people and laughter—it looked like they were hosting a celebration. My mother quickly answered my unspoken question. "Thor got into his dream university. His family's throwing a party for him." She hesitated, then said uncertainly, "They invited us too… but I wasn't sure if you'd want to go." I was just about to refuse when Thor's mom, Mrs. Bentley, appeared at the gate. She greeted us warmly, grasped my hand, and pulled me toward the lively house.

"Her brother is with her. He's not in a good place." I moved past her. Tova's room was at the end of the hall. Three healers worked around her bed, adjusting tubes and monitors, checking vitals with grim expressions. And beside the bed, Thor sat like a statue. Still wearing clothes stained with his sister's blood. Eyes red-rimmed. When he saw me, his face darkened with pure hatred. "Get out.” "Thor—" "I said get out. You don't get to come here and pretend you care."

I say while holding my other hand out towards this mystery guy. "Hendrix." He says while shaking my outreached hand. The same chill goes right back up my arm with my mouth hang open. He lets go of my hand and it has me wanting to grab his hand again. What is going on with me lately? I've become googley eyed over a second Prince. "Hendrix can you give Aspen a tour of the house please?" Thanos asks. "Sure! Let me change my clothes really quick." He replies to Thanos. He turns to look at me.

Climbing into our different SUVs, we are being driven back to the packhouse. Arriving…. there he was - Thor, standing and giving instructions to the warriors. Thor is the most active of them all. “Alpha,” he goes on one knee before me as I meet with him. “Nice to see you again after a long while. You don’t look great. Did Beta and my Brother fail in their responsibility to take care of you?” He asks and Kael growls behind me. Whiffing in amusement as I hold his arms, pulling him up to his feet. “Welcome home, Brother,” spreading my arms and giving him a hug. “How have you been?”

“You can’t leave without Alpha Draven’s permission.” “I’m not here to cause trouble,” I said quietly. “That doesn’t matter,” the second guard replied, already shifting into a firmer stance. “No one leaves.” I exhaled slowly. I had expected this. “I’m not asking,” I said—not defiant, just tired. The first guard’s jaw tightened. “Then we’ll have to—” “Stand down.” The voice cut through the space before the tension could escalate further. Thor. He stepped into view, calm but heavy in presence, like someone carrying a decision that wasn’t fully his alone.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.