Thoreal has a minion!

Thandaaar the Lightning Sylph

Sam was hunched over the table, samples of two pearly liquids standing side by side in marble bowls. The one on the left was of the sizzling yellowish white, the right one was a colour of bluish white. Sunlight was pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the laboratory, creating elaborate swirls of colours in the simmering liquids that radiated faint scent of sizzling burning and warmth.

It was a while before their stiff joints demanded their attention to return from the world of fantasies to their own body. Once they were sound and back to the present, they realised that they were not the only one in the room. Keeping the same position, afraid of disturb their aging body and knowing that it will start creaking and protesting more than usual, Sam moved their eyes up to look at the visitor.

"Have you managed to do it yet?" Asked Thor from the other side of the round table.

They stared blankly at the god of thunder. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like a no."

"Correct. Now, how can I be of assistance this time?"

"Are you sure you can't, just, you know...?" Thor mimed combining the two samples sparkling merrily in the bowls.

"I value my life, Thor."

"I know you do. I just thought..." Thor paused, searching for words.

"...that you didn't answer my question?" Sam made a suggestion for the end of Thor's sentence.

A momentary confusion flashed on Thor's face before he caught on. "I only wanted to check up on the progress, that's all."

"Comforting to know that you only seem to care about the end product."

Thor opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he tried to find an answer to that. Without thinking, Sam straightened up, instantly regretting it as their joints popped and creaked loudly enough to send a faint reverberating echo around the room. Cool relief flooded their aging joints and they let out a just audible hiss of pleasure.

A loud pop drew both of their attention to a spot behind Thor.

"Ah, Thor, there you are." Loki took few steps to be at his brother's side. "Pestering others as per usual, I see."

Thor spluttered indignantly. "This isn't pestering, it's..."

"Definitely pestering," Sam cut in. "Loki, be a dear and help me get some peace and quiet."

Loki smiled and slapped Thor's shoulder. "C'mon, I need your help back in Asgard."

Thor narrowed his eyes at Loki. "What trouble have you caused this time?"

Sam cleared their throat. "Thor, you can get the answers outside. Now shoo." They waved at both men to get out.

Once the brothers were gone, Sam took a deep breath and looked back at the two bowls in front of them. The two substances that have derived from Thor's thunder thanks to numerous sleepless weeks of hard work looked so serene in the bowls. They took a deep breath and within moments their mind has gone wondering again, trying to come up with the best way to combine the two bowls without killing anything in the close proximity.

Two days later, when Thor came to visit Sam again, he was pleased to learn that the first shampoo sample of the Thoreal brand was finally created.