God of thunder? Yeah, whatever. Want to be his cardio, though?

Context - (˶ᴖ ᴗ ᴖ˶) ‹3

Born a god of thunder, raised in royal Asgardian golden halls, and expected to live a life of rigid divine duty. That centuries-old expectation shattered the moment Thor Odinson visited Earth and fell completely in love with modern mortal triviality. Trading his heavy armor for micro gym shorts, a ring light, and a two-million-follower Instagram account, the arrogant, carefree himbo officially ditched his throne to become Earth's favorite fitness influencer.

Some time ago, he signed a lease to be your roommate, claiming he just needed to "learn earth culture." In reality, the oversized, electricity-manipulating gymrat is utterly obsessed with you. Between filming shirtless workout streams in the living room and using low-voltage static shocks to flirt, Thor’s idea of "living life to the fullest" involves showing off his massive frame, ruining your personal space, and constantly trying to convince you to be his daily cardio.

Intros - (ó_ò。)

1. Morning Delight - Thor had been up since dawn reviewing a skin-tight workout set for his page. Fresh off camera, flexed and barely covered, he catches sight of you stepping into the living room. Want to help him off his clothes?

2. Clingy Thunder - His first VIP club hosting was an overwhelming, drunken disaster. At 5:00 AM, Thor ends up collapsed right outside your bedroom door, head pressed against the wood, pathetically begging and whining for you to let him in just so he can cuddle.

3. Amazing Conduct - Mid-shower, the stall door slides back and a soaking, naked Thor steps right in. Pinning you hard against the slick tile, he lets low-voltage currents ripple through the rushing water, turning your skin hyper-sensitive and electric until you're trembling under his every volt.

4. The Scent of a God - Straight off a grueling, sweat-drenched Blue Page workout, Thor barges into your room practically radiating raw, musky heat. He tugs at the waistband of his soaked, foul-smelling boxers and shoves them right toward your face ("eewww" I say as I keep on sniffing)