The Wheel Turns, The Sun Rises

[pirateangelbaby]

[OOC: Follows this prose. Posted early for ease of slowtags, but takes place in the spring. If you can't tag into this for a few weeks but still want to, feel free to tag late, I don't mind. <3 ]


Winter is slow to leave the shores of Norway, but here in the Nexus, the turning of the season is far more apparent. Snow has given way to mud and damp, squishy grass, bright green buds blossom on trees and bushes, and birds sing in the trees.

A less melodious pair of voices squawk from the crook of Thor's elbow. The god of thunder is seated on one of the park benches that overlooks a running path, the sunlight shining off his loosely braided hair, gathered at the nape of his neck. He is still dressed against a chill in a soft woolen sweater, but his attention is less on the cloudless weather than he is on the little creatures he holds. Anyone who comes close enough might be able to catch a glimpse of baby birds just beginning to grow their first plumage, ugly and wide-mouthed as they beg for bits of food.

As eager as they are to gobble up the smallest scraps of meat he's feeding them, Thor is rather glad that his prosthetic fingers do not feel any pain of those little sharp beaks jabbing at him. There's a fondness in his eye as he gazes down at them, but he's troubled also, a quiet thoughtfulness that doesn't leave when he looks up. "How important do you think names are? What power do they actually hold?"

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[lanceofwar]

Abigor is more comfortable with this style of greeting and easily adjust to accept an arm clasp. "Son of the one-eyed god of wisdom, death and magic?"

It was a mere curiosity as they release the arm clasp. The old gods lived among the Fallen in their own creation. Abigor, like many of the angels, had a curiosity about other versions of these deities where they were not imprisoned.

[pirateangelbaby]

It's fairly often that Thor's family is recognized, even if it's sometimes filtered through the lens of fallible human storytelling. He expects no less, honestly, even when he's mistaken for his father - eyepatch, ravens, king of Asgard... the list does seem to be getting longer, doesn't it?

That bothers Thor on a level he can't quite articulate, but he pushes it aside, reaching down to gently rub the top of one of the chick's heads with a finger. "That's the one. Well, he wasn't so much a god of death when I knew him. But yes." He'll likely never know the truth of that particular aspect of Odin's past - at least not until he confronts his father in Valhalla, though hopefully not for a few thousand more years at least.

[lanceofwar]

The angels would certainly understand the idea of fallible human stories. Abigor looks down at the birds again when Thor started to pet them again.

"Myth isn't always true, and the gods as they exist with us aren't the same as the ones I've met here." That was the truth of the matter. There was a version of Odin and Thor in Chaos with them but they weren't the same.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor looks up at Abigor, a slightly startled look in his eye as if he hadn't expected that acknowledgment so soon, a momentary flicker of anxiety that this is some sort of judgment on him - but no, it's simply commentary, an understanding that speaks of some kind of experience.

"Oh yes, absolutely. There are quite a lot of myths that aren't true, in fact. How they managed to mix up Freyja and my mother Frigga, I'm still not quite sure." He offers that as a lighthearted sort of comparison, because there are far worse discrepancies that he prefers not to think on. "Although if this is about not having my hammer, that's a bit of a long story."

[lanceofwar]

They laugh and shake their head. "Myth says I find joy in murder and genocide. I know how bad they can be, especially when a human summons me and finds I don't like to kill."

The angel hadn't really noticed the missing hammer until it was pointed out. "I assumed it was like are weapons that are bound to our grace, your soul, and can be hidden or called on command."

[pirateangelbaby]

Well. That's... an interesting take on it. Disturbing, given what Hela was able to do. Although he supposes Loki has always had a talent for summoning daggers, too. "No, that was more my siblings' specialties. No, Mjolnir was real, and unique among the weapons ever made by the dwarves. But its time has come to an end."

[lanceofwar]

"All things do." Abigor is sympathetic. "It's a shame that it's gone. My lord would have enjoyed seeing another of the legendary weapons."

[pirateangelbaby]

One of the raven chicks makes a croaking noise, and Thor resumes petting it gently, having to split his attention between the two of them as the other decides it wants attention too. Fortunately, it doesn't demand too much of his focus.

"If it helps, I have an axe forged in the same manner," he adds. "I'd be surprised if there were legends about Stormbreaker yet though."

[lanceofwar]

"I admit I don't know all the legends of the pagan warriors in our ranks."abigor tried to think if they had heard of this among thier Norse. "If you've come to an axe, it is possible our Thor has as well. Beelzebub would better be able to answer these questions. He spends more time among the warriors than I do."

[pirateangelbaby]

"Perhaps," Thor agrees, not yet really able to conceptualize a Thor that is not just himself in another universe, even though he knows it's theoretically possible. "But I hope not. I... would not have forged it at all, if I hadn't had a great need."

He's even more uneasy talking about that, though, and for a moment he pretends to busy himself in tending to the baby birds instead of following up on that thought.

"Anyway, thank you for the advice," he says, a touch of false cheer in his voice to cover for the lapse. "I'll be sure to give these little ones fitting names."

[lanceofwar]

Abigor looks down at the ground with a sigh. "The pagans of our creation suffered a similar fate to us at the hand of God. Our king gave them shelter in our ranks."

There was more that could be said but Abigor passes. They can tell the conversation is done, particularly because both seem to be facing discomfort. "Good luck with your charges. I hope to see them in the skies soon."