Summary: Even the King of Asgard answers to someone.
Pairings: Thor x Reader
Type: One Shot
Warnings: fighting couple, smut, swearing
Word Count: 2,964
A/N: I think Thor would have trouble balancing ruling the kingdom and being a good husband at first. Oftentimes the kingdom would come first and it would be hard as his wife. But nevertheless his wife would be the ruler of their household and he would worship her.
“It’s late, my lady. Perhaps you should retire to your room for the night.”
One of your ladies in waiting had entered the room where you had been waiting to have dinner with your husband. The food had gone cold and the sun had set hours ago. The guards in the palace had switched to their night shifts and your ladies were anxious to end the day.
You took a sip of the crimson red wine you had been nursing the last few hours and looked out over the terrace into one of the palace courtyards. He was late, again. But not just late. You knew that he wouldn’t be coming.
With a frustrated huff you turned towards the dinner table. You couldn’t stand the looks of pity you received from your ladies as they cleaned up the room. This was the 6th dinner in a row Thor had missed, not including the dozens of other meals that were not intended to be special, but he was absent from all the same.
During the first year of your marriage to Thor you had spent a lot of time at home on Earth and Thor would come to visit you about once a month. But you had promised Thor to spend the long season in Asgard this year, in hopes to spend more time together. But in fact, you’ve actually spent even less quality time together since. You knew he was busy, you knew he had a duty to the kingdom, but you couldn’t help but feel like you had been pushed off to the side. Forgotten and alone.
“Thank you, Hedda. You and the others finish up here and I’ll make my way to my chambers.” You said through gritted teeth.
“Are you sure my lady? I can accompany you if-”
“No Hedda, thank you. I’ll be fine on my own.”
You finished your cup of wine and slammed the glass down on the table before leaving the room. As you walked down the echoing corridor of the palace your frustration grew. You knew exactly where he was.
Mayerine 