Author's Corner :

Author : Ehh I did promise to myself that I will complete Dima first before I write another story. Pfft but this idea just won't stop bugging me so here I am.

Thor : Lady Author, do you have any pop-tarts?

Author : Thor honey, all I have left is pop-fart *dodging from the pop-tarts fans* Well without further ado, let me say my disclaimer

"Disclaimer : I don't own Thor or any Marvel characters from it. I also don't own any pictures or videos that I use in this story, it belongs to its rightful owner. Well, I only own the plot, OCs and the pop-fart lol."

Enjoy~

-Chapter 1 : The Luck of The Draw-

"Oi John Cena! It looks like you run out of the coffee. John Cena!", a male voice yelled from inside of an apartment.

"John Cena! (Y/N)! Geezz where is this girl?", the male asked to himself as he searched for the said person, (y/n). He stopped when he found her on the balcony, laying on her back as she gazing at the sky. He sighed as he walked to (y/n) and stopped near her.

"What are you doing (y/n)?", the male asked softly to the woman who laid comfortably on the floor of her apartment's balcony.

'Heh, my bae number 1 is too stupid to think how to chill. Bae number 2 is not far behind from the number 1. And don't start with bae number 3. But ehh bae number 3 at least love monopoly's game so he is kind of a cool kid. Bae number 4 is too pervert to go to 'a date'. Well, it will turn to a not so innocent date soon *sigh*. What a total BS dudes I got', (y/n) thought, gazing at the clouds with a deep scowl.

(y/n) was so busy with her daydream that she was oblivious and ignorant to her surrounding. She was completely ignoring the male or more like she didn't hear him. Too busy with her so called important musings.

"(y/n)?", the male asked again in a louder voice, starting to feel annoyed that the woman was blatantly ignoring him.

'Geez, I bet the bae number 1 to number 4's brains were too full with nicotine and other unknown chemical substances that it made them as stupid as a donkey', (y/n) snickered and chuckled lightly, imagining her bae(s) as a donkey with its dorky grin.

"What's so amusing (y/n)?", the male inquired with an amused tone, clearly interested with the thing that ran rampant inside of (y/n)'s mind.

"Ohhh it's nothing. I am just thinking about my imaginary bae(s) as a donkey while we're going to a date at the zoo. The irony...", now (y/n) was laughing her arse off till she snorted like a pig. The male raised his eyebrow, silently mocking her.

"Geezzz get some real boyfriend will you?", the male shook his head lightly as he sat beside (y/n) on the floor.

"Yeah, yeah. You're a lousy git, you know that right, Mike?", (y/n) slowly sat then she nudged her friend lightly on his ribs.

"Well, you're a pathetic single lady", the male glared at her. (y/n) laughed when she heard it, slapping his arm not so lightly.

"You need to stop listening to Single Lady by Beyoncè, my dear friend. I know that you are obsessed with her. But seriously, do you need to say that damn word 'pathetic single lady', every single time you made fun of my marital status? It's getting old dude", (y/n) wiped her tears with her fingers then she wiped it to her friend's shirt.

"Eww... Man, you are way worse than Deadpool. Well, 'pathetic single lady' fits you perfectly well", Mike scoffed, brushing his shirt where (y/n) wiped her fingers, probably wishing to clean his shirt from an imaginary dirt.

"Whatever. Well, talk about Deadpool. Do you bring the comic you oh-so-excitedly want to show to me?", (y/n) turned her body so she sat directly in front of her friend.

"Yes! Drum roll please!", Mike clapped his hands like a toddler while (y/n) made a drum roll sound effect.

"Tada! Here!", Mike practically shoved the book to (y/n)'s face.

"Ouch! That hurts you overgrown git!", (y/n) yelled, smacking Mike's arm and shoving the comic away from her face.

"Pfft pathetic drama queen", Mike snorted loudly, picking the comic from the floor.

"Here, look! This comic isn't even released yet. I know, I know, I'm awesome!", Mike puffed his chest proudly, (y/n) sneered at him.

"What's with that face?", Mike demanded hotly, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, you look like King Kong when you puffed your chest like that!", (y/n) burst into a laughing fit when she saw her friend pout and turned his back to her as he tossed the comic to her lap. Sulking.

"Ehh.. now who's the drama queen, huh? Well, let me look at the comic", (y/n) took the comic from her lap. She was about to open the comic when Mike snatched it from her.

"HEY! Give it back you King Kong!", (y/n) shouted at Mike's ear. She grabbed and shook Mike's shoulders.

"NO!", Mike smacked (y/n)'s hands lightly from his shoulders, still pouting. (y/n) huffed and crossed her arms to her chest.

"Mikey Mousey, my dear old pal with a lot of awesomenesses. Will you be a dear and forgive me, please?", (y/n) turned Mike's body softly, tilting her head and looking at him with her best puppy dog eyes.

"Well, when you say it oh so sweetly like that... Here, you can read it", Mike answered while (y/n) smiled sweetly to her friend.

(y/n) grabbed the comic and gently put it on the floor. Her sweet smile now turned to a sadistic one before she tackled her friend to the floor. (y/n) and Mike started to fight like Tom and Jerry, biting and pulling hair. It looked more like those crazy bitches' fight.

Let's leave this lovely fight for a while and start introducing our pal, (y/n)....

(y/n) was your average normal young adult, well.. average to some level. Her job as an expert engineer on Brooklyn Navy Yard was more than enough to make her lived a comfortable life on a cozy apartment in Manhattan by herself.

(y/n) was a kind woman but with enough insecurities and coupled with her being an introvert. Well... lets just say that she didn't have a lot of friends. But thankfully, Mike was one of her best buddies, if not only. Though she could turn into a babbling mess when she talked with a person with the same interests or a person who could pull her out of her comfy personal bubble.

Though at work, her nature was changed 360 degree. She was well-respected by her fellow colleagues. Her colleagues knew her as 'The Copy-Cat and Detail Monster'. Not in a bad way of course. It was just because she was quite an OCD that every detail of her ship designs was impressively effective and artistic.

But, her lack of creativity made some of her designs looked the same, in a way. Some will say 'a copycat to her own design'. She will brush it off lightly and say 'Well, at least I copied my own design'. Have I mentioned to you that she has the tendency of being sarcastic? Yes, she was a sarcastic person but only when she joked around. Maybe...

"Stop! Stop! You win, you win! Ouch!", Mike shouted while his left hand smacked the ground repeatedly, hoping that his friend will stop her WWE's worth move.

"What did you say, The Rock?", (y/n) asked, she twisted Mike's right hand on his back while her body and knees pinned Mike's body to the floor with all her might.

"Ouch! I give up John Cena!", Mike screamed in pain. (y/n) released him and stood up with her arms akimbo, throwing her best smug grin to Mike that put Ryuk's (a Death Note's character) creepy smug grin to shame.

"Well, The Rock, you should've never underestimate your opponent", (y/n) said smugly while she saw Mike turned to his back, glaring at (y/n) then shaking his head.

"This happened when you're obsessed with the WWE show", Mike said as he watched (y/n) sat back to the floor and grabbed the comic.

"You need to watch it too if you want to be as awesome as me, Mikey", (y/n) said in an amused tone as she looked down at the cover.

"The Mighty Thor", (y/n) said loudly to herself. She looked up from the comic in her hands to Mike with a raised brow.

"Well, this is a new comic, it's not released yet. The thing on your hands is the one and only copy of the original draft", Mike grinned when he saw an astonished and awe look on (y/n)'s face.

"You know, sometimes I'm amazed by you. I don't know how come a lousy git like you being an editor at Marvel. I mean, you can read all of the awesome comics before it even released to the public!",

"Geezz... will you stop grinning like an idiot?", (y/n) said, rolling her eyes at her friend when she saw a big grin on her friend's stupid face.

"Well, I'm awesome that way. Go ahead, you can read it. Just be careful, don't tell it to anyone or my boss will burn my awesome arse with Tsukuyomi (Uchiha's famous jutsu)", Mike said as he looked down at his wrist, moving his sleeve. His eyes widened when he looked at the bold and blinking '12:58' on his watch.

"Oh shoot! I need to go now. Bye, pathetic single lady!", Mike laughed and ran away, dodging from a dangerous-looking shoe that was being thrown by the one and only, (y/n l/n).

"Sheesh, what a stupid git I have as a best friend. Hm... lets see what this comic is about...", (y/n) walked inside to the living room and sat comfortably on her black leather sofa with the comic in hand.

When she was halfway done reading the book, she yawned loudly, feeling her eyes got heavy. She felt drowsiness out of nowhere so she rest her head to the sofa's back. Her eyes closed slowly.

Suddenly a grayish blue smoke emerged from the comic. It slowly covered (y/n)'s entire body for a few moments. Then the smoke was shining so brightly that it probably could make someone blind just by watching it.

Not long after that, the smoke vaporized and then disappeared, leaving only the comic on the sofa.

-To be continued-

P.S. English isn't my first language so forgive me if you find any misspelling or grammar error. And if you find any misinformation about Thor and the other characters.. Well, lets just say that I do it on purpose. (Feel free to correct me if you find any misspelling or typo. Thank you!)

P.P.S. Please read the P.S. carefully because I will not repeat it again on every chapter after this.