"Why is this majestic creature in your household?" Thor smiled as he kneeled to eye level with your brother's dog.

"That's my brother's dog Hammie." You replied as you scooped the dog's food into his bowl.

Thor looked at the mutt in awe, stroking him gently as he ate. He stared at the patches of black and brown on a blanket of white. 

"Hello Hammie, Son of John. I am Thor, Son of Odin." He introduced, Hammie giving him a side glance. 

"Ok Thor." You giggled as you left the kitchen and sat on the couch. 

"Lady (Y/N), I want one of those beautiful companions." He said sweetly, sitting next to you. 

"Are you sure? I have research to do and you have to avenge the world." You reasoned.

"I shall have a canine!" He argued.

"And what will we do when giant robots attack Brooklyn?" You asked smartly, making your Brooklyn accent thicker. 

"I shall have Sir Stark make a suit of iron for the canine and he shall me my faithful battle companion." He explained, somehow seeing reason.

"Ok. Fine we'll get a dog." You sighed, letting your head fall into his lap. 

"Yes! We shall the most beautiful canine with the worthiest name!" He cheered. 

***

The next day you drove a very excited Thor to the shelter. He looked confused as you parked and read aloud, "Brooklyn Animal Shelter."

"That's right." You smiled.

Both of you walked in, fingers intertwined and his hammer in his other hand. You looked at the front desk to see a young woman looking at a magazine. You stood there for sometime, then Thor cheered his throat. She glanced up, looked back at her magazine, then instantly sat up in shock (probably because of how handsome Thor was).

"How may I help you?" She smiled, playing with her hair.

"My beautiful girlfriend and I would like to adopt." He smiled.

She pulled out some paperwork, keeping her eyes on Thor. She grabbed some keys and lead you two the a door that opened to the rest of the shelter. Thor ran in, being greeting my wagging tails in cages. The girl stared at him in aw.

"Watch it girlie, he's mine." You smiled as you followed him. 

Thor had examined every animal in every cage. Cat or dog, he looked at them closely. He watched how they reacted to him and pet them through the fence doors. It had been two hours when you found him in front of the cage of a Chinook (picture). 

"What is your name my canine friend?" He asked, scratching his head through the fence door. You picked up the clipboard with his info. 

You looked in shock at the clipboard. "Thor, this dog only has a few days till it's euthanized."

"What does that mean?" He asked, looking up at you.

"It means." You gulped sadly. "If he doesn't get adopted, they'll put him to sleep. He'll die..."

Thor's expression of curiosity turned to utter sadness then to violent anger. He yelled, "They can't do that!"

"They actually can." You said sadly. 

"Well I won't. We shall adopt this canine and he shall be faithful!" He said protectively. "What is it's name?"

"Kuba."

"What does that mean?"

"It's polish for Jacob. Jacob fought God in the bible." You explained.

"That is a worthy name. Kuba." He smiled. "Kuba Thorson." He added. 

***

As you filled the paperwork Thor came in, looking worried. You looked at him asking, "Did the info I gave you traumatized you?" 

"Yes indeed Lady (Y/N). Are you sure we can't take them all? Find them homes?" He asked.

"It's not that easy Thor. Taking care of a pet is a lot of work." You explained.

"You are right... Wait where's my hammer?" He looked around frantically. You looked to your other side and smiled, "Look at Kuba."

He looked at the new family member to see him walking over to Thor, hammer in his mouth. Thor looked astonished as the dog placed it on the floor in front of him. Thor began to scratch him behind the ears, saying, "Who's the worthiest? You are!"