When Thor had hatched into the world, it’d been warm and safe, hidden in the thicket. Tucked away in a nest made of twigs, foliage, and feathers was where Thor had hatched under the golden light of the setting sun. At first, things had been perfect for the hatchling—but as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the breeze turned cold and biting, Thor was still alone. Hunger began to strike, clawing at his stomach as his chirped cries filled the night sky. Thor, too small and far too ...
