ifwebeworthy | Stark Towerlet, Friday Morning

Thor woke up on Friday morning with a warm weight draped across his chest, a weight that gave way to the most familiar voice in the world saying, "What the--" and another, much tinier voice protesting, "Watch out!"

His eyes snapped open, and he found himself looking directly into an identical pair, wide with confusion and alarm. Donald Blake, in the flesh.

"This is not supposed to be possible," Thor said, even though what he was thinking was, as it often was, Your face looks wrong when it is not in the mirror.

"Excuse me?" the tiny voice said. "I think I can explain." In unison, Thor and Blake turned their heads to find...an ant, perched upon the pillow as if she owned it.

"The ant is going to explain it to us," Thor told Don. Perhaps saying it aloud would make it less insane.

Hmm. Didn't work.

"Her name is Gudridr," Don said, and then asked the universe, "How do I know that?"

(Elaine: 'Don is Thor's daemon' would totally be the big dramatic reveal in a daemons!AU fanfic.
Me: Well, now I have to do it.
Don: But I'm not an animal, though!
Thor: But I am not a human.)