Mjolnir. What comes to mind? Power, strength, Godliness? It's all of those things of course, unless the one wielding it is unworthy.

When Thor was banished from Asgard, you were the one to find him. You gave him everything he needed, including someone to love. Sometimes though, love is dangerous. It can even be the very thing that gets you killed.

Darkness surrounds you. You've been locked up in a cold basement, kept as bait for Thor. You desperately hope that he doesn't come, because you've overheard the conversations between the men keeping you captive. They feel threatened by him, and they plan to take him out. The feeling of helplessness weighs heavily on you. You know that if Thor does come for you, there's nothing you can do to save him.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounds through the empty hallways of the complex you're in. Yelling and chaos ensues, and you are still bound to your chair, confused and useless against your restraints. Gunshots ring out, and soon the sounds get louder, closer. The door to the room you're in tears open, and a blood stained Thor stands before you.

"Y/N! We must leave before we're fou- oof!" he says as his legs are knocked out from under him. Behind him stands the ring leader of this entire operation, a gun pressed to Thor's skull.

"Let him go!" you scream, knowing it won't help anyone.

"Keep dreamin' little lady," he sneers. "Oh Thor, the time has finally come. Anything you want to say to your precious girlfriend?"

"I love you."

And with that, the trigger is pulled.
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"NO!!!"

You sit straight up and frantically look at the black room around you. Before you can comprehend your surroundings, the door flies open, slamming into the wall.

"Lady Y/N, are you hurt?!" Thor demands, his messy hair matted and his expression bloodthirsty.

"N-no, I just... I," you stuttered, then broke into tears. Seeing that you were overwhelmed, Thor immediately enters into protective mode. He rushes over to you and pulls you into a bear hug.
"What is bothering you?" he whispers.

"I had a nightmare, you couldn't lift Mjolnir and you got shot and-" you start to say, but can't finish because you choke on another sob.
"Ah, but you see," he smiles, outstretching his hand as the metal hammer flies into his grip. "I am worthy."
He jumps off the bed and stands before you. "If there was a man trying to kill me, he would stand no chance."
He then begins to swing his hammer, hitting all the imaginary bad guys. "I am Thor, son of Odin!"
When you start giggling instead of crying, a satisfied grin spreads across his face.
"No one could ever take me away from you," he soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"I love you," you smile.
"Not as much as I love you," he replies.