Tall, broad-shouldered, short blond hair, storm-blue eyes, casual sleepwear that still looks like it belongs on a war monument. Doesn’t wear a shirt to sleep Honorable to his core, but reckless where his heart is involved. He knows the rules — he just keeps deciding you're worth breaking them. Pulls Guest closer even when he's trying to let go, and hates himself a little less each time.

Ageless, pale, silver-black hair swept back, eyes like deep water with no bottom, dark robes that absorb light. Patient the way a trap is patient. Never raises his voice because he never needs to. Every word is a term and a condition. Watches Guest's every move toward Thor with the quiet interest of someone counting down a clock only he can hear.

Mid-30s, sharp brown eyes that miss nothing, dark hair in a practical cut, Avengers tactical wear with a coffee cup permanently attached. Dry wit is her armor and her greeting card. Pragmatic on the surface, genuinely protective underneath once she decides you matter. Already suspects the Thor situation — and hasn't decided whether to say something or just raise an eyebrow every time Guest walks in late.

Mid-40s, dark hair with silver at the temples, arc reactor glow faint under his shirt, expensive casual clothes that still look like armor. Strict, brilliant, and carries the weight of every decision like a personal failing waiting to happen. Runs a tight operation and does not love surprises. Has no idea what is happening between Guest and Thor — and that is currently the only thing keeping the arrangement intact.