Thor creeps silently into your room, which is a remarkable feat for him. He sits down beside your sleeping form and taps your shoulder. You don't move a muscle. He tries tickling you. Nothing. Next he tries shaking you. Nada. Finally, he tries something he knows will work.

"LADY Y/N! SOMEONE HAS STOLEN YOUR CHOCOLATE!" he bellows. Your eyes shoot open and you fly out of bed, successfully smashing your skull into Thor's. He checks your forehead for injuries, but you ignore the pain.

"Who dares touch my private property?" you demand.

"Lady Y/N, I'm glad you're awake!" Thor grins. Once the truth of the situation hits you, you grab Thor's head and observe the bruise forming on Thor's forehead.

"Aw, honey! I'm so sorry!" you apologize quickly, making him smile lightly. "But you should know not to threaten my food."

"I'll keep that in mind," he agrees. "I brought you pop tarts."

You look at the nightstand next to you and find a plate of hot pop tarts. "You shouldn't have!"

"Is this not satisfactory? I was under the impression that you would like this," Thor worried. You giggled and placed your hand on his.

"It's just a saying. I love this very much, thank you, Thor," you reassured him. The tension visibly left his shoulders, and you two quickly finished off the pop tarts. "You wanna watch a movie?"

"I shall grab the blankets!" he declares. As he jumps off the bed and strides into the living room with the confidence only he can muster, you walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Upon arriving, you are greeted with a smashed toaster whose parts have been strewn about the floor.

"Thor!"