He appeared out of nowhere in the bar next door - naked, blue-eyed, shining with blue and white light, with a silver hammer on his muscular shoulder. I, Sylvia Hope, should have realized even then that this was rubbish. When he silently walked out bar, I thought I would never see him again. Nude cosplay? Drunk argument? I guess I would never have known. Until, on the way home, I saw him again, fighting with another guy in the park right next to my house. Then there were lightning flashes, glowing eyes, and the guy he was fighting seemed to turn into a giant snake. I'm already starting wondering if someone slipped something on me at the bar. And yet, I take Thor to my home, where he tells me that he is a god. Oh, and thanks to another Snake God named Jormungandr, some kind of magical artifact was placed in my throat, and there's a good chance I'll die soon unless someone can fix it, very quickly. Wonderful. Meanwhile, Thor is constantly staring at me and, damn, how does this guy look. In fact, it’s not fair at all to be able to look like that, especially with those eyes. I know that nothing will come of it. Well, that is, he’s a god, and I’m a tech nerd and can barely scrape together enough to rent an apartment. And now there's this whole I-might-die-thanks to his crazy Asgardian family thing. But we keep bumping into each other as he tries to save my life, and it becomes increasingly difficult to pretend that the only sparks between us come from his hammer.