A/N: It's been three weeks, two of which I spent in NYC. New York really is the city for me even if US isn't really my kind of country. Contradictory, I know, but true. The city got my creative juices flowing :)

I know that the Thor movie spans over a couple days but Kurt didn't have that hence the difference of time's flowing in the realms. BTW, the explanation of realms, dimensions and universes is purely my creation. I also edited the first part. There was no change in the content but I did correct some typos.

The next part will be a whole other story and will be put into Glee/Avengers category rather than Glee/Thor like this one. I must tell you, I wrote the beginning of it like three times before I was happy with it. In the first, it became just another drama trying to solve Kurt's relationships with Thor and Blaine, in the second, Kurt had no screen time but I really like where this third version is headed. Hopefully you like it too.

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Kurt and Thor got out of the car, glancing at the suit men with curiosity and a little dread. Taking the bags, Thor followed his small mortal… friend to the house.

"Dad! I'm home!" Kurt announced and strutted to the living room where Burt was with a middle aged suit man. The man was obviously from whatever agency the men outside were and therefore interested in Mjölnir – and Thor. So a lie was needed. "I ran into cousin Thor down town. You remember him right? Mom's second cousin? From New Mexico?" Kurt asked his dad pointedly as Thor appeared behind him at the doorway.

Burt looked clueless for a second but when he caught Kurt's glance at the suit man sitting on the couch he nodded his understanding. Kurt didn't want the man to know who the blond man was. "Oh. Oh! Cousin Thor, of course," he nodded and offered his hand to the now smiling blond. "Good to see you again son, it's been too long. Tell me, how're your parents?"

"Quite well last time I heard," answered Thor and took the offered hand, not even flinching when Burt seemed to be attempting to break his bones. "My brother has had some problems lately though."

"Thor and I thought he could crash at our place and that we could watch a movie. Thor, I hope you remember my room is across the hall from the one you usually slept in when we were younger. Go set up my laptop and I'll be there in five minutes with the movie and popcorn," Kurt hinted, wanting Thor away from the government man. Thor didn't understand the cough at first but when Kurt turned his eyes to the stairs behind him for a few seconds, he got it.

"Oh, yes, I remember," Thor nodded. "I'll go set up the laptop," he said and turned to leave. "I'll see you later Uncle Burt," he waved his free hand over his shoulder and carried Kurt's bags up the stairs as the three who remained in the living room watched him go.

"What's going on?" asked Kurt, turning to look at the suit man.

"This is agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. Apparently something alien dropped into the field during that storm yesterday. It destroyed some of grandfather's orchard," Burt said carefully, weary of Kurt's reaction.

Kurt shrugged. "I know, I went to look at the damage yesterday."

Now Burt arched an eyebrow and his eyes flickered to where Thor had stood. Kurt gave an unnoticeable nod of confirmation. "Why didn't you tell me?" asked Burt with a frown marring his brow.

"I wanted to study it on my own," Kurt stated indifferently, hiding his fascination with Thor. He really did want to study Thor but he knew Thor was a person first and foremost.

Burt nodded in understanding, "Okay, but you still should've told me, I wouldn't have taken your toy away. Now go make that popcorn, we don't want a repeat of what happened five years ago when Thor got bored," he huffed, adding believability to the lie.

"Yeah," agreed Kurt with a roll of his eyes. He really loved his dad, especially when they understood each other. He left to make the popcorn and left Burt to talk with agent Coulson.

When he had the popcorn and the movie (well, an assortment of movies for Thor to choose from) he headed upstairs, ignoring the two talking men in the living room. He paused when he heard talking from his room though, one was Thor and the other was someone he had never heard before. Though the words were muffled and he couldn't understand them, the tones they spoke in were clear as a day. Thor's voice was full of pain and regret, the stranger's tone was conceding and solemn. When the stranger's soft voice took on the note of finality and eventually stopped, Kurt knocked on the door before opening it.

Thor was on his knees in the middle of Kurt's spacious room staring blankly at Kurt's wardrobe doors. News, Kurt realized, only sad news could reduce someone so quickly to that state. And news meant someone from Asgard had visited Thor in that short moment it took Kurt to make popcorn and choose the movies to bring Thor. Kurt hastily put the popcorn and movies to his desk and hurried to the thunder's side.

"Hey big guy," he said as he knelt down before Thor and taking his face between his hands. He forced Thor to look him into the eyes. "What happened?" he asked patiently and wiped away the tear that escaped the glassy eyes.

"Loki," whispered Thor brokenly. "Loki told me our father has died. The war and my banishment were too much for him." Thor caught his breath and bit his bottom lip. "My brother has also explained why h cannot be the one to counter my banishment. It was the last big thing our father did. Loki cannot undo his last command as one of his first. Maybe in twenty or thirty Earth years but not before. If… if I earn back my powers and Mjölnir before, my return could cause a civil war…"

Not wanting to point out that Loki was the god of lies, Kurt chose to offer comfort the best way he knew. Clearing his throat he began to sing. Phil Collins may have been cliché but Thor had never even heard of him before so it didn't really matter.

During the song, Thor had really started to cry and by the end of it, he was hugging Kurt like his life depended on it. Kurt just hugged back even though he wasn't used to positive physical contact from other males close his age (or physically close his age like Thor).

"And you don't know much else but fighting…" Kurt muttered after the song, thinking of Thor's possible futures. He could get an education but Thor seemed like a person who didn't thrive in a school environment, like Puck. He could begin teaching fighting but Kurt doubted he had the patience for it. He could become a career athlete or body builder with his body type but that kind of life was so…shallow… that Kurt wouldn't wish on anyone. Now if Thor got his powers back, he could… become a self made superhero, much like Tony Stark being Iron Man. That way he would be mostly safe from people who would want to experiment on him… But still, he would need money for living… Kurt thanked the God he didn't believe in he had more than enough money from his patents for the two of them to live comfortably if need be. And his dad would probably help when Kurt explained everything to him. "We have to get you educated in Earth things and then get you your powers back even if you didn't leave right away. Fortunately for you, I have the perfect movie to teach you about humility, humans and a little of Earth's history all in one."

"Is it inherently part of human culture?" asked Thor dryly.

"Yes it is," answered Kurt. "At least to everyone above the age of ten. You fall into that category now."

"I suppose I do," smiled Thor weakly.

"It's not the end of the world," offered Kurt. "We'll get you an identity and get you assimilated quickly enough and you can leave if you want to. You can have exactly the kind of life you want on Earth. Well, expect the life of a prince but those are boring nowadays. They have very little actual power."

Thor huffed with a small smile. "There really is not much I can do but fight. But my fair friend, you promised me a "movie". What is it?"

Kurt smirked. "Titanic."

"Huge?" asked Thor, confused once again.

"No," Kurt laughed. "The movie's name."

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Three hours later tears streamed down Thor's smiling face when the credits started rolling. He turned to Kurt, pillow clutched to his chest. "Was that real? Did it really happen?"

"Well, Rose and Jack didn't, they're just the writer's imagination," quipped Kurt, "but mostly everything else did happen. The panic, the bribery, the segregation of classes… the people freezing to death," he trailed off. "It was the largest accident known to man at the time."

"And all this happened because there wasn't enough life boats on Titanic?" asked Thor.

"And because the people in the crow's nest weren't paying attention," Kurt reminded him, wanting to spread the blame to everyone it belonged to. "And that guy who persuaded the captain to make Titanic sail faster because it couldn't be controlled at the speed it was going."

"Yes, I suppose the lookouts were rather busy teasing each other," Thor mused.

A snort escaped Kurt. "Yeah, that too. Personally I think they were flirting but to each their own. Irresponsible crewmembers aside, did you learn anything from the movie?"

"If you get into a shipwreck because of an ice berg and are one of the unfortunate ones in the water, stay awake and you have higher chances of surviving," answered Thro thoughtfully.

Kurt laughed. " That's good but I meant more like about what Jack did for Rose in the end. He knew he would die if he stayed in the water but still he made her stay on the raft and made her promise to live," he explained. "Or how the forces of nature beat the oh-so-advanced humans. Or how Jack with humble roots won the girl rather than the rich Cal. Can you connect the dots?"

Slowly Thor nodded. "I think so. The humans as a race were humbled by nature when the ice berg sunk the unsinkable Titanic. Rose chose the humble Jack because she was being stifled by the rich people and their ideals. Jack represented everything she wanted to be. Jack chose to die instead of letting Rose die because-"

"Because he loved her," Kurt interrupted him, feeling like he was going to analyze Jack's sacrifice for more than it actually was. "There was no other reason for it. It wasn't because she had more to offer the world than him. It wasn't because she had more people to miss her than him. It was simply because he loved her. He wouldn't have done it for anyone else as he was an arrogant son of a bitch but he loved her and that's what made the difference. Romantic love is another concept I'm not sure you quite understand, at least the way we humans understand it because of your long life span. I'm not saying it's a complete mystery to you, but because you live longer a life commitment probably includes at least a couple of mistresses even if you loved your spouse. But anyway, in the movie, the love between Rose and Jack was of the purest kind. During the movie, they risked life and limb for each other and in the end, Jack died and Rose, well, she loved him enough to keep her promise to him and lived. This is the opposite of Romeo and Juliet which you're watching tomorrow by the way."

"I've never been in love," admitted Thor after a while. "I love my family and my friends and I've bedded beautiful men and women but never twice the same person. But… I want to have what Jack and Rose had."

"Not the only one," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Everyone wants that. I want that, even though the chances of it happening before I go to New York are one in a million."

"Kind of like a god from another realm landing in your back yard," chuckled Thor.

"The chances of that happening are actually something like one in fifteen billion," Kurt counted quickly. "As none of you have been on Earth for about thousand years, right?"

Thor thought it for a moment. "You must be a very lucky person, my friend."

Kurt looked at him for a moment. "I think I just might be," he said with a small smile and equally small voice. "I guess… now that the movie is over, you should head to your room… busy day tomorrow, watching movies and all that."

"I suppose I should retire to my chamber, shouldn't I," Thor said quietly, locking eyes with Kurt.

"Yes, you really should," answered Kurt with equally quiet voice, not breaking the eye contact.

For a while everything was quiet, the only sound being Titanic's closing credits. Kurt looked at Thor and Thor looked at Kurt. Both were searching something in the other's eyes, yet neither was sure what it was.

Just as it seemed like they had found what they'd been looking for, Burt called Kurt from downstairs and whatever it had been, was broken. Kurt turned away with a blush and Thor got a speculative spark in his eyes, similar to one Loki had when he found out something interesting.

"Yes dad?" shouted Kurt back as he got off the bed.

"Come down for a second?"

"Be there in a minute," called Kurt in answer. He took a deep breath and turned back to Thor. "I have to go see what dad wants. Do you want some kind of snack before bed though? It's half past nine so it should be fine…" his blush deepened as he saw Thor watching him.

"I could go with some granola and yoghurt, please," Thor said, remembering the "please", as he got up and stretched. "Do you mind if I take a look at the stars from your balcony?"

"Oh, no, no, go ahead," Kurt said with a large smile that covered up his confused feelings as he turned to leave. "I'll be back as soon as I can," he said and fled the room and Thor's gaze. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against the hallway wall, heart pounding a mile a minute. To tell the truth, he hadn't even noticed when his heart stated racing. Was it during the movie? Or when the movie ended and Thor turned his oh-so-trusting blue eyes to him, asking if it had been real? Or was it when they talked about love? Or during that long gaze into each other's eyes? None of it mattered though, it didn't matter if he was crushing on Thor because Thor would leave as soon as he could, most likely not caring if he broke Kurt's heart in the process.

Turning his thoughts forcefully away from the god and to his father, he heaved a sigh and made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen where Burt is waiting for him, a sandwich in front of him.

"So what's his story?" Burt asked and took a bite from his sandwich.

"Well, he says he's from another "realm", Asgard, and that his father sent him to Earth, or "Midgard", to teach him humility," accounted Kurt. "He appeared in the field during the storm yesterday with some superficial injuries that healed overnight. All this, and his mannerism, support his story of being from another realm, of course depending on the fact that we accept Einstein-Rosen Bridges are real. His situation is much like a story, he learns humility, he gets his powers back. Problem, however, is that his father has died and his brother has seized the power. Should he return before his brother has established his rule, Asgard could go to civil war. He estimates this could take twenty to thirty years of Earth time and sixty to ninety years of Asgard time." He looked his father in the eye. "May Thor stay at least until he can decide what to do while on Earth?"

Burt was silent and stared speculatively at his son. Then he said slowly: "You're crushing on him, aren't you?"

Kurt nodded quietly. He knew his dad was still slightly uncomfortable discussing his sexuality even if he fully accepted it. "Dad, you don't have to talk about this. I know you don't like to hear me talk about boys."

"I know," answered Burt honestly. "But you're my son and boys are gonna be a big part of your life. And I don't wanna be exempt to any part of it."

"Except my sex life," piped Kurt and blushed when he realized what he'd said. "N-not that there's one at the moment. I-I haven't even had my first kiss yet."

Burt sighed in relief. "Good. That's good, very good." Both refused to speak for a while, embarrassed about the topic that had risen for the first time. "You tell me the minute he goes back to his home dimension and I'll arrange you a date with Ben and Jerry's. Do you have a favorite?"

Smiling weakly, Kurt answered: "Caramel Chew Chew… Thanks dad."

"No problem kiddo, that's what dad's are for, eh?"Burt said gently. His expression changed. "But the next kid you bring home gets the full treatment from inquisition to threats. I've still got a couple of up in the attick…"

"I know," laughed Kurt and started making to bowls of granola and yoghurt, one small and one large, titanic actually.

Returning to his room Kurt saw Thor leaning against the railing on his balcony, ignoring the beach chairs strategically placed around. He was looking up at the stars and quietly Kurt offered him the bowl and spoon. He told Mai to turn off the yard lightening and his room's lights, wanting to give Thor the best view of the stars he could. He was so lucky his room was not on the side S.H.I.E.L.D. had illuminated.

"I love the stars," he said and sat to the chair closest to Thor. "They remind me of my mother."

Thor turned to him and took the chair next to his. "How so?"

"She used to tell me the stories of the different constellations," smiled Kurt. "Did you know that when we look at the stars, we don't see the present, but rather the past?"

"Really?" snorted Thor and laughed. When he noticed Kurt wasn't joking, he turned more serious. "Really?"

"Yes," answered Kurt, slightly annoyed that Thor had laughed. "It takes light years, thousands of years, to travel from their place of origin to Earth. What we see are the stars as they were rather than what they are at the moment."

Thor was quiet for a moment. "Earth really is a fascinating place," he finally said, looking at Kurt. "You may have the shortest lives but each of you strives to better you society in your own way. I wouldn't be surprised if soon you were one of the most advanced races in the nine realms."

Kurt blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well," hesitated Thor. "Your science. It seems so advanced. We don't have anything like Mai or phones or TV in Asgard. Me may have magic bur we are so used to doing things in a certain way that we've stopped inventing. In a few years you should be able to build something like Bifrost and then our only advantage over you would be gone should you want to wage a higher form of war. That "gun" in the movie? it was almost a hundred years old, right? What kind of weapons are out there now?"

"The kind that can wipe out cities in seconds and render the land around it unusable for hundreds of years, maybe thousands," Kurt answered with blinking. "Only two of those kinds of bombs have been used and they were small scale even if the body count was sky high." He was quiet for a second. "Not America's proudest moment," he chuckled dryly. "You'll learn more about the World Wars and slavery and genocide tomorrow. But let's talk about something more cheerful. Tell me about Asgard?"

Thor, who had been horrified seconds before, became lively and excited. It was clear he loved his home. "It is beautiful. It is a large island. We have mountains and woods there, they are majestic. The sky flares in different colors. When the suns are down, it is much like Earth's night sky except a little more red. When the first sun is rising, the sky becomes yellow, turning green as the sun rises. When the second sun rises, for a while it takes on the same color as your eyes, that mix of green, blue and gray, and turns blue when the second sun rises higher. When the first sun sets, it paints the sky different shades of red. When the second sun sets, at first the sky is pink but by the end, it is a deep violet and the bit between the mountains is a fascinating mixture of red and brown. The stars… there are as many stars as there are here but in completely different patterns…" Thor continued to describe Asgard and it's people to Kurt who listened raptly. When the night got chilled he fetched them some blankets and before he knew it, he had drifted to sleep.

When Thor noticed Kurt had fallen asleep, he stopped talking and simply looked at the young mortal. Kurt was internally so strong yet his body seemed so fragile (he wasn't going to say weak after seeing him shop for hours on end). His fingers itched to cares Kurt's face, run down his cheeks and trace over his lips and eyelids. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair and down his neck and cup those cheeks as he drew him closer for a kiss.

Which he couldn't do. At least not yet, not while he was still unsure whether or not he'd get back to Asgard, if, "or when," Kurt's voice sounded in his head, he'd get his powers back. He wouldn't start something he couldn't finish and Kurt… he wasn't that kind of person to have a fling. Kurt would want the whole thing. The courting, the poetry, the romance.

To Thor's surprise, he wanted to do all that with Kurt. But seeing as he'd been on Earth for a little more than twenty four hours and didn't own anything but the clothes he arrived in and didn't have his powers, he wouldn't be able to give Kurt anything.

He traced Kurt's cheek with his right pointer finger. "I'm so sorry I cannot be what you want. But I promise I'll be your friend as long as we are both on Earth," he whispered and snuggled on his own chair, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. He watched Kurt until he fell asleep himself.

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Waking to birds chirping and a stiff neck wasn't Kurt's idea of an ideal morning. But waking up next to a handsome man certainly was. Feeling content for now, he decided to lay on the chair he usually used for star gazing. He stretched like a cat before returning to watch Thor.

Never before had he liked blond (or long) hair but on Thor they looked divine. In a way, he supposed, they were, with Thor being the god of thunder and all. Nor had he particularly liked beards but on Thor it made him looked ruggedly handsome. Tanned skin on the other hand had always been what Kurt wanted from his ideal boyfriend. Thor's hands were more calloused than anyone else's he'd ever seen but that's what you got for being a warrior he guessed. Thor was tall, taller than Finn, and much more muscular. Kurt liked that. He felt safe with Thor.

Sleepy blue eyes blinked open and Kurt blushed at having been caught staring. Still, he smiled. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted.

"Mornin'," Thor yawned and sat up. "Did we sleep here all night?"

"I think we did," commented Kurt as he sat up as well. "I need a shower and so do you. The guest bathroom is right next to your room. Leave your clothes outside the door and Dee-Dee will have them washed and dried by the time you're done," he walked to his own bathroom leaving Thor to fumble on his own through a shower for the first time in his life.

After getting shampoo to his eyes three times Thor finally managed to wash his hair and skipping the "conditioner" and "shower gel", he wrapped himself in the softest towel he'd ever felt and peeked out of the bathroom door. There, on the floor, were his now clean clothes neatly folded. Sighing in relief, he dried and dressed himself, leaving the safety of the bathroom.

Leisurely he wandered down the stairs and to the kitchen where he found Burt with a cup of coffee. Awkwardly he hovered at the door.

"Get in here son," Burt said without looking up from his paper.

Thor obeyed and sat in front of Burt, waiting for whatever it was that Burt wanted to talk about.

Finally Burt put away his paper and turned his attention to Thor.

"So," he said. "You're from another dimension then?"

"Umm… yes sir," answered Thor uncertainly. It wasn't quite as simple as that. His brother had compared everything that was to a linen closet or a fabric stall at the market place. The different pieces of fabric were universes that were built out of dimensions, or in the fabric's cases, thread. Threads had it's own particles that represented the realms. Since thread was so dense compared to everything else, it was easier to travel between realms than dimensions and universes. But Thor doubted Burt would appreciate a lecture on correct definitions this early in the morning. He certainly hadn't when Loki explained it to him.

"And you're going back as soon as you can?" continued Burt.

"Well, you see-"

"Yes, Kurt filled me in on your situation," Burt waved his explanation aside. "But for now you need a place to stay, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Thor blinked at the father of his favorite mortal.

Burt nodded. "In that case you will be staying with us for an undetermined length of time."

"If you will allow me," Thor confirmed. He was in no hurry to leave Kurt.

"In that case, welcome to the family cousin Thor," Burt offered his hand over the table. When Thor took it, Burt squeezed a little harder than necessary. "But if you or your actions hurt my son while you're still on Earth, you'll learn a new meaning for pain."

"Yes sir," Thor accepted. He would rather hurt himself than Kurt but Burt didn't know that.

Kurt coming down the stairs prevents any further conversation on the topic. Thor's eyes were drawn to Kurt and a smile lighted his face. Kurt smiled and blushed when he caught sight of Thor. A special spark was in both of their eyes.

Burt saw that spark and realized that despite Kurt's youth and Thor's alien status, they would end up together, be it that day or years from now but it would happen. He knew because the spark Kurt and Thor had was the same he and Katie had had. And they ended up married, even if Burt personally thought she deserved so much more than an inventor in Ohio. The welcome to the family had been for so much more than simply a cousin, it had been the welcome of a son.

The preparing of breakfast was well underway, Thor stirring and serving the porridge while Kurt was flipping pancakes, when someone knocked on the kitchen window. As one, all three turned to the sound, expecting it to be one of the agents that littered the yard.

In the garden were three men and one woman, all dressed in some kind of medieval armor. All four of them were waiving happily at Thor who stared for a second before grinning and rushing to open the back door.

"My friends!" he cried happily as he hugged each of them in turn. He introduced them to the Hummels. "Kurt, Burt, these are my friends, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg. Friends, these are Burt Hummel and Kurt, son of Burt. They generously offered me a room. Now, what are you doing on Earth?"

Kurt snickered quietly. Normally the question was "What on earth are you doing?" rather than "What are you doing on Earth?"

"We came to bring you home," answered Sif with a large smile.

Thor and Kurt both stiffened. "You know I cannot come home."

Before anything else could be said, Burt huffed. "I'll leave you kids to it then. Thor, remember what we discussed," he said and took his empty plate to the kitchen counter. "I think I have some shopping to do. Kurt, it was Caramel Chew Chew you liked, right?" Seeing Kurt nod, he left, shaking his head fondly.

Curious, Kurt turned to Thor. "What were you talking about?"

A light blush dusted his cheeks and he looked away. "Nothing," he said a little too quickly.

"Really?" asked Kurt with arched eyebrows. "Because that sounded like dad talk for "If there's a scratch on him, I'll electrocute your nerves so badly you'll be twitching still in ten years." He's used the same voice with my cousins before."

"We had a talk," answered Thor shiftily, refusing to look at anyone.

"I can te-" Kurt started before his eyes widened. "Don't tell me he actually threatened you?"

"Not with so many words," Thor answered with a grin before turning to his friends. "My friends, you know why I cannot come back. My actions killed father and my return could mean civil war and leave Asgard in weak against invasion."

"Killed?" asked Fandral. "Your father isn't dead. He just fell into Odinsleep and because of your exile Loki seized the power. He is going to use Bifrost to destroy Jotunheim."

Kurt blinked a couple times and turned to Thor. "You have a weapon that can destroy worlds and you're horrified we have bombs that destroy cities?"

"Earth is much larger than any other realm," shrugged Thor. "And your ecosystem is much more divertive than any other realm. I don't want anything to happen to it." Something Fandral had said finally registered. "What do you mean my father's not dead?"

Sif and the Warriors Three glanced at each other and finally Sif decided to speak. "Your father is in Odinsleep and your mother has refused to leave his bedside. Since you were here on Midgard, Loki took the throne. And he is going to use the Bifrost to destroy Jotunheim."

Thor looked to Kurt for guidance, not sure what his friends expected from him. He didn't have his powers and wasn't even allowed to Asgard. He doesn't need Kurt to tell him it's genocide and that it's bad. Before this moment, he hadn't really realized how much he deferred to Kurt but now he realizes, on Earth, he trusts no one above the small mortal. And in Asgard, he'd trust his father to lead the kingdom, not give him pointers in… well, life, even if he'd lived close to twenty thousand years… "But there is nothing I can do about it. I cannot lift Mjölnir and I don't have my-"

"Master Kurt, I hate to interrupt, but an unidentifiable robot has landed in the field. The robot has just destroyed the S.H.I.E.L.D. encampment around Mjölnir. S.H.I.E.L.D. has answered fire but don't seem to be doing much good. It is headed this way," Mai interrupted Thor. "May I suggest retreating to the bomb shelter?"

Kurt and Thor rushed out of the back door to the yard where they could see the path to the field. And the robot on the path.

"It's the destroyer," Thor realized as the robot released a flame, destroying the forest around it. "It does whatever the king of Asgard tells it to." He turned to his friends who had followed them outside. "We need time," he told them, "as long as you can get me."

"We can do that," Sif said confidently, taking a step forward. The Warriors Three nodded and followed. "Distract it," she commanded them as they clutched their weapons and she disappeared into the forest.

Thor turned to Kurt and threw him over his shoulder. "You are going to that bomb shelter Mai was talking about," he said as he jogged to the house, flinching just a little when Volstagg crashed through the window. He se the fuming Kurt down.

"And what are you going to do, genius?" snapped Kurt, pissed off at having been handled like a sack of potatoes. "At the moment you're just as mortal as I am."

"I know," Thor said looking at Kurt, reaching to cradle Kurt's face. "And I don't want to see you dead. Especially because of something my presence caused," he whispered and bent to kiss Kurt on the forehead. Thor then rushed back out of the door, just in time to see the destroyer fling Sif to one of the big boulders in the back yard.

He skidded to a halt next to her. "Sif, you've done enough. Get the Warriors Three and get Kurt to safety. I'll take it from here."

"No," she gritted her teeth. "I'll die a warrior's death. They'll tell stories of this."

"No, you have to live and tell those stories yourself," Thor convinced her. "Please, take Kurt to safety."

Sif looked at him in the eyes for a few seconds and finally nodded. "Very well, I'll do as you asked," she said and sprinted to the house where Fandral and Hogun were supporting Volstagg and Kurt was at the door.

Kurt and Thor's eyes locked for a second. Kurt's eyes reflected denial and in Thor's eyes shone acceptance. Blinking the tears away, Thor turned to the destroyer and started walking towards it, speaking to Loki, trying to reach the brother he grew up with.

"Brother, I don't know what I have done to anger you so but leave them out of this. They are innocent." 'Particularly Kurt' thought Thor. 'You haven't met him but if you did, I think you'd like him.' "You can kill me but please brother, let them be."

He and the Destroyer were a couple of feet away from each other, not close enough for Thor to attack or react should the Destroyer hit him. The Destroyer hesitated and even made as if to turn away but when Thor had started smiling, it turned around and hit him, sending him flying to the house.

A panicked shout of denial escaped Kurt who escaped the hold Sif had on him, racing to Thor's fallen form. "MAI! SEND MEDAI! QUICK!" he shouted as he fell on his knees next to Thor's battered form. His hands went straight to cradling Thor's head, turning it to face Kurt, and he wiped the blood leaking from his mouth with his thumb.

"It's over," whispered Thor with a small smile, leaning to Kurt's palms.

"No, no, nono, it's going to be okay," Kurt soothed him, running his fingers through Thor's hair. "We're gonna fix you and you're going to stop a genocide and show your brother you love him despite what he may or may not have done."

"No, you don't understand, it's over," Thor gestured to the Destroyer which had started it's way to the field. "You're safe," he breathed and closed his eyes.

"No, no, don't go to sleep, we've talked about this, you could have a concussion and falling asleep could lead to a coma and I'm not prepared to deal with that!" Kurt started to become hysterical when Thor didn't open his eyes, just smiled sheepishly.

Then his chest wasn't moving anymore.

"No…" Kurt whispered in denial, tears springing to his eyes. "No… no, no, nono, Thor you can't do this to me," he whispered and slapped Thor's face. When Thor didn't react at all to the slap, he finally gave in and started crying over Thor's still chest.

What he didn't notice was Mjölnir flying through the woods towards them. As it reached them, Thor's hand shot up and grabbed the handle, every godly power returning from that single touch. Kurt startled back when Thor started rising off the ground, his armor returning at an accelerating pace and his cape seemingly growing back. Finally his blue eyes snapped open.

The Destroyer had noticed Thor hadn't died and started to lumber back.

The following fight was impossible to follow since it consisted of a tornado, large quantities of fire and lightening.. Eventually Thor emerged victorious, lowering from the heights.

Kurt, who had been watching the fight slightly slack jawed, rushed to meet his and jumped to hug him. "You're not dead," was the mantra he repeated fervently as Thor hugged him back.

When Kurt was finally back on the ground he looked at Thor sternly. "Titanic's moral lesion wasn't that you should get killed for those you love. Don't you ever, EVER, do that again!" Then he frowned and looked at Thor's clothes. "What are you wearing?"

Thor looked down, confused as to what he meant. "My armor. Why?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know what your stylist was thinking, mixing that shade of red with black and metal, or giving you red at all. Orange, yellow, blue and purple would suit you so much better. And why are they mixing patterns? You can't use circles and checkers in the same outfit. You, Mr., are not wearing that if you ever want to hang out with me ever again," Kurt poked his chest.

Thor just smile. "I'm just happy I could protect you," he said gently.

Kurt's eyebrow twitched. "Don't ever let it get that far again. But… umm… don't you have a genocide to prevent?"

"Yes Thor, we need to go stop Loki now," Sif agreed, limping up behind them. "Right now."

Thor barely glanced at her before returning his attention to Kurt, not wanting to leave the small mortal or his father or their house in the woods. But when Kurt smiled at him, he nodded reluctantly.

"You all arrived at the field, right?" asked Kurt, looking at Sif with his "Bitch, please" glare. He knew what she was doing, she was reminding them both that Thor was a god and Kurt was a human and that she was a god(dess) too. When Fandral nodded behind her, Kurt continued: "Then I can presume that it is some kind of landing and pick-up sight for Bifrost and I'll see you off."

The walk to the field was spent in silence, Kurt and Thor covertly glancing at each other, Sif trying to get between them, Fandral silently laughing at their behavior and Hogun and Volstagg shaking their heads at their female friend.

"Do you want to see it?" asked Thor finally when they arrived to the destroyed field, ignoring the rather confused S.H.I.E.L.D. agents running around them.

Kurt looked speculatively at the sky where the sun was quickly climbing to it's peak. "Yeah, I think I'd like to see it. I want to know what it would look like should I ever want to build my own hop-between-realms-machine," said Kurt, trying to sound nonchalant but failing as his voice cracked at the end. He'd known this would come, though since last night he'd imagined it'd be in thirty years from now rather than fifteen hours later.

Thor was unsure of what to do. If it was anyone else, he'd just slap them on the back with a grin and tell them not to worry. But Kurt had quickly become to mean so much more to him than just a friend, hence the problem. "I… I'll come back," he said hesitantly. But I cannot promise when. Wars are… time consuming… And time flows differently in Asgard and here."

"Yeah, one year on Earth equals about three years in Asgard," Kurt smiled weakly, realizing what Thor was doing. He was promising to come back, hopefully while Kurt was still alive. "Anyway you've got longer to miss me. I'm not going to complain, knowing it'd been three times as long to you. Hopefully I just won't be too old by the time you get back."

"Old?" scoffed Thor loudly. "I don't think so… Kurt, thank you for making something that could have been a bad experience something I've enjoyed more than I ever believed possible."

A smile stretched across Kurt's face. "No problem big guy. I enjoyed showing you Earth's good sides, even if you still learned some about the bad too. Next time you visit, I promise to have those tunics made for you."

"I'll keep you to that," said Thor with an answering smile.

He turned to leave but a small, nearly inaudible sniffle from Kurt had him turning and hugging the teenager. Before he knew for certain what he was doing, he'd smashed their lips together, cradling Kurt's head in his large hands, Kurt's arms around his neck, fingers clutching his hair, kissing back almost desperately. Both had their eyes closed, losing themselves tin each other.

Finally oxygen became a problem and they drew back, slowly opening their eyes, huffing for breath. Kurt had tears trickling down his smiling face, knees weak. He broke the eye contact and burrowed his face to Thor's neck, breathing in his sent, trying to memorize it.

"I'll come back as soon as I can," whispered Thor, pressing kisses to Kurt's hair. "I promise."

"I know," whispered Kurt back before letting go. He stepped back and wiped his tears, smile never wavering. "I'll be waiting."

"No, you won't," Thor shook his head. "I want you to live. If you do get the chance, get a boyfriend. Go to New York and become an actor. Go to… Broadway, was it?"

Kurt nodded. "Sir, yes sir!" he joked.

Thor walked over to his friends on the scorch mark in the ground, looking at Kurt over his shoulder. "Heimdal, bring us home," he called to the sky, eyes returning to Kurt.

Nothing happened and the Asgardians looked around in confusion.

"Heimdal? We need you," Thor called again. Kurt was thoroughly reminded of Star Trek with the protagonists calling back to the ship to be beamed up and with the ship, be it USS Enterprise or USS Voyager, and the beaming technology malfunctioning again. "Heimdal? Can you-?"

His sentence was cut off by the white lights of the Bifrost and Kurt watched fivesome disappear. Kurt stood there for a while, just looking at the spot where they had stood just minutes before.

It was over. The strange man who had landed in his back yard in a tornado was gone. The man who had been his first kiss, was gone. Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or cry so he settled for doing neither.

"Mr. Hummel," agent Coulson's voice said behind him. "We at S.H.I.E.L.D. would like to offer you a job. We've seen some of the inventions you have. We are very impressed and would like to offer you a possibility to use your considerable talents for the good of the planet."

Kurt turned to look at him. "I'm a sophomore in high school."

"We know," assured Coulson. "It would be on a freelance basis but you would have to get some field training in the summers. You invent something, you show us. If we like it, we'll buy the rights to it at negotiable sum of money."

"I'm a minor."

"We're already negotiating with your father."

"I want dibs on every mission involving someone from Asgard."

"That is negotiable."

"I…" Kurt glanced to the sky. "I accept."