Thor Gif 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…

Thor was obviously a huge danger. “You don’t know what you deal with mortal. You are dead when he is done with you.” She stayed where she was, she peaked around though. Thor was a massive man, tall and stocky. He had a short beard and his hair was tied back, it looked to only reach below his ears maybe.

Patrick said indifferently. Thor suddenly prostrated on the ground and then jumped up, his sharp claws pouncing toward Gloria. Gloria was scared, her face pale. She couldn't run at all, so she limped and took a few steps back. But she was still too slow. Her dress was caught in Thor's claws, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Thor's dewclaws clenched Gloria's shoulders, and his huge body enveloped her. Thor's head almost reached Gloria's, and she could feel his breath.

”Tungl (moon), I didn’t know that you were awake. I swear smoke has to be pouring out of my ears the way that it does in those old cartoons. “Didn’t know I was awake!” I nearly scream. “Who could sleep when you are caterwauling enough to bring down the walls of Jericho?!” Thor stands, feathers falling from his shirt and jeans as he does and I see red. “Are those the new pillows that I commissioned from Athena? Did you really just destroy something my niece made me? Something I designed myself?” Each question I ask gets louder and higher pitched.

His body had gashes marks on his skin, and knowing how quickly alpha heals, I could only imagine the amount of beating he must have gotten this morning for him to have cuts in his flesh so deep and fresh. Staring down at Thor, I realized that he refused to look up at me and kept his head bent. But I felt curious to take a look at his eyes to see if the rumors were true about them being cold and dark. So I squatted to the floor, leaned towards his face, placed my hand beneath his chin, and raised his head. Staring into his eyes, I realized that the rumors were right. There was no soul behind them, and they were indifferent, filled with hate and coldness.

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

“This is my brother Corbin.” Eoghan slid his gaze to Corbin and a smile formed on his face. “Oh, I know him. He has been here for the last five years. Always come here with a toy. Do you know that superhero one with a hammer? The one that could summon lightning? Your brother put it on the table next to a pint of dark ale. What an odd company, I thought. But no judgment here.” “You brought Thor here?” I asked Corbin incredulously and his cheeks turned bright red, confirming what Eoghan had said. I shook my head in disbelief.

I said and proceeded to walk into the store. I looked through the Marvel universe before I chose a Thor with his hammer in his hand looking like he was ready to kill, Captain America with his shield like he was shielding himself while the other hand that was in the air was holding a sword and finally a Captain Marvell with her right hand rolled in a fist and pushed into the air with her face looking up, she was flying. I nodded at the gifts and I was about to walk away when I saw a frozen full set. I looked at the price tags beneath to see $10 per box. That's expensive but...

However, I only realized that fact when my head hummed with the many doses of tequila taken, and when my feet could no longer support each other inside the heels. And when I got to my bed, I collapsed right into Chris Hemsworth's arms, in a wonderful dream in which he showed me the power of his magic hammer, dressed as Thor. In that erotic and incredible dream, Thor scolded me for drinking beyond the account, and said that that headache of mine was all because of my fragile human blood. Nothing made any sense in that dream, but just seeing Chris Hemsworth in those tight clothes of the Nordic God, I was already more than happy.

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.