Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (
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It's been some time since Thor has sought the Nexus for advice. Which is not to say that he's not a regular visitor, but he's felt relatively assured in his day-to-day life enough to feel that he has a good handle on what he's doing with himself, or at least that his struggles are routine and need little guidance to overcome. Today, apparently, this is not the case.
One might be forgiven for assuming the glass bottle in his hand is beer at first glance, but on closer inspection it seems to be a cream soda instead. It's not what he wants, but just having a drink in his hands seems to be a comfort, making it easier to think. The little picnic table is off to one side off the main Plaza, its benches warmed by the summer sun as it overlooks a small koi pond. Thor's one good eye stares through the glinting fish rather than watching them, lost in thought.
What's he supposed to do now?
Is this even a good idea? What happens once a few decades pass? What if he decides not to risk it, and she leaves? Should he even be seriously considering putting himself through this again? He doesn't even know his own heart yet, what if he ends up stringing her along without meaning to?
Those are the questions he keeps to himself, but there are more yet to ask. He picks at the soda label with his prosthetic fingers, metal lightly tapping against the glass.
"How do you realize when you're in love?" Not quite getting to the point, but Thor is honestly not even sure where to start on this one.
One might be forgiven for assuming the glass bottle in his hand is beer at first glance, but on closer inspection it seems to be a cream soda instead. It's not what he wants, but just having a drink in his hands seems to be a comfort, making it easier to think. The little picnic table is off to one side off the main Plaza, its benches warmed by the summer sun as it overlooks a small koi pond. Thor's one good eye stares through the glinting fish rather than watching them, lost in thought.
What's he supposed to do now?
Is this even a good idea? What happens once a few decades pass? What if he decides not to risk it, and she leaves? Should he even be seriously considering putting himself through this again? He doesn't even know his own heart yet, what if he ends up stringing her along without meaning to?
Those are the questions he keeps to himself, but there are more yet to ask. He picks at the soda label with his prosthetic fingers, metal lightly tapping against the glass.
"How do you realize when you're in love?" Not quite getting to the point, but Thor is honestly not even sure where to start on this one.
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He knew, though, that it was a lot easier said than done. When he was in Thor’s position, the last thing he felt comfortable doing was talking to Ziggy. And yet, that was the very advice that Tom offered, more than once. When he finally did take it (and they both finally opened up about their feelings and set good boundaries with each other), he couldn’t believe it took him so long to do it.
“It’ll end up being easier than you think it’ll be.” He added. “Believe me. And talking about it is the only way to make it stop being a riddle.”
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He hopes.
If she decides to refuse to speak to him about it for the rest of her days, there might be little he could do. Just thinking about that possibility hurts more than he expected it to.
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“Then… I guess, for now, just be there. Be open. Really be open and there for her. And when she’s ready to talk about it, you’ll probably both be in a better spot to do it.”
He sincerely hoped that it would work out for Thor in the end.