+1 King of Asgard

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor really should have no right to be as cheery as he is right now. Mjolnir destroyed, his father dead, his eye ruined, Asgard exploded, the last of his people crammed together onto a single spaceship on their way to seek aslyum on Midgard, one cannot really say they've been having a good day, to put it mildly.

But it could be worse.

It's taken him years to fully understand what it means to sit on the throne of Asgard, and now that kingship falls to him at last, the lack of that throne doesn't bother him at all. Asgard isn't a place to rule, it's a people to guide. And even if they couldn't save all of them, those who remain are precious to him. A new start awaits them all on Earth.

Or so he hopes.

Thor strides down the corridor of the Statesman, cape billowing behind him as he navigates his way towards the bridge. Hmm. Or was it this way? It's so easy to get turned around in this blasted thing. But ah, the sound of a multitude of voices; surely this is the way.

It takes him a moment to realize that he's no longer surrounded by Asgardians, or even Korg's crew. No, the people here are of all shapes and sizes, and the sky above him suddenly opens up, wide and blue. Not on a spaceship anymore. How very strange to find himself suddenly transported across the galaxy - again - without so much as being shot through the Bifrost. His attention is caught by a familiar voice, and despite his confusion, a delighted grin lights upon his countenance to see his good friend Rogers giving prerecorded messages in his battle regalia.

Perhaps this is Midgard, then? But no, the more he listens, the more he understands. A place between the worlds, hmm. A place to seek counsel, and befriend countless warriors from across the universe. Thor crosses his arms over his chest, and contemplates what question he should ask. Something somewhat relevant to his current situation, perhaps. "If you were put in a position of power, what would you first command?"

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[mudblood_andproud]

Now this is a question that makes Hermione pause in her weekly trip to the Nexus library. She takes a moment to quickly store her armful of books into a small handbag at her side. And then approaches the tall man to answer his question.

CJ is more interested in that billowing cape the man wears. Is it a Dementor trying to attack the man? He must investigate and come to the man's rescue. A Kneazle's job is never done.

"I have been thinking a lot about what my first command should be, if I were to earn the title of Ministry of Magic next year. There are a lot of old laws that need desperately to be abolished. But I think it would be important first to ensure the rest of my Ministry has competent people sitting in the other roles of power."

[pirateangelbaby]

The cape billows much less when he's at rest, but it still flutters when he turns to face the voice, a potentially irresistible foe for any young feline. Thor eyes the tiny furry creature a moment before looking to the human, and for a brief moment, she looks very much like Jane. But no, as he peers closer with his one good eye, they have many features in common, but it is a very different woman.

No matter. He smiles, friendly-like, and listens to her answer. No odd looks at the mention of magic from this one. "So you're a bureaucrat?"

[red_room]

"Sit down and shut up, knowing the people I have to work with."

And let's be real even an Asguardian god knows that Natasha Romanoff can back those words up. There's a hint of a smile on her face as she leans against one of the lamp posts flickering with the influx of electrical energy in the air.

"...Nice makeover."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor has an absolutely brilliant smile for his good friend Natasha, pleased beyond measure to see another familiar face, after the last couple of days he's had. Though her last remark has him smooth down his hair, almost - almost - self-conscious. "Some creepy old man cut it off. But I think it works, right? Banner said so."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Throw the biggest party in the whole wide universe!" Harley extends out her hands in excitement. She is wearing a simple dark blue dress today, that drops down to her knees. And a pair of tall dark black goth boots that meet the bottom of the dress.

"We would have to have drinks! And a 'Who is the Biggest Idiot' party to find out who is responsible for the party in the first place!"

[pirateangelbaby]

Finally, a Midgardian who knows the importance of a proper feast. Thor chuckles at her answer, liking her already. "I cannot fault your plan. I assume you are not next in line for any throne, then?"

[betashiftblues]

Well that is a needlessly ostentatious and intimidating humanoid striding through the Nexus like he owns the place. Now, Kav Ch'Norn hasn't been here for terribly long and may not understand all the rules and intricacies of this plane yet but he's pretty sure someone mentioned to him that no one person rules this place.

Or even an organization.

The Nexus is controlled chaos and for better or for worse that's how things roll here. Which makes a guy asking about the burden of command in that outfit seem pretty strange all things considered. But as for the question itself, well.

"....I'd command someone else to take charge."

[pirateangelbaby]

What a strange, shocking answer that is. Not that this blue man would relinquish command, oh no, but that he wouldn't even use it to his advantage once before doing so. "Nothing else, truly? Not even a single tiny little command?"

[houmaprotector]

Alec needs to get out of the woods and be back among people. There are whispers - daily whispers between both greens. His and what he's come to think of as the Nexus's green. Hoping that they'll die down surrounded by humanity, there's an 8 foot tall broad wall of plant person who paused to root himself in a patch of earth awhile ago.

Opening one eye the thing (easily mistaken for a tree) gives itself a shake, "...I led an army." he rumbles, "To reclaim the planet."

An army made of the surviving green soldiers, of the surviving plants who had buried themselves under Gotham City. Powered by his bio-resorative formula, he'd done his best to battle the rot.

He pulls up his fingers and toes, reforming hands and arms and legs out of himself again. Red eyes blinking. The next part, And then I commanded the planet to bloom just sounds pretentious. He's aiming to avoid that.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor's eye lights up at the sight of such a person, close enough in appearance to the Groots that perhaps it is one? But no, he speaks as a man, and Thor can't help but be mildly disappointed that once again, his elective language class is for naught.

Still, the answer is a good one. "A bold course of action," Thor says, approving - as long as 'reclaim' isn't a euphemism for 'invaded' anyway. "You are a leader of your people, then?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Aal blinks rapidly for a moment as she peeks up from her book. The voice niggles something in the back of her mind though she doesn't quite recognize the figure right away. It'll come to her she's sure. As she marks her place and softly and slightly cautiously pads toward the tall fellow.

His vibe/presence is throwing powerful but friendly at her sense so she's not to tense. Though she rubs her chin in thought as she ponders the question though Letting some of the others approach him first. Well, she'd had some experience with that though hr various jobs over the years.

"ahem." She softly clears her throat and gives him a warm friendly smile. "Well, baring some sort of emergency.. I usually would start with some sort of meeting or roll call..usually with food and snacks involved. " She informs him honestly with a slightly sheepish but warm smile.

[pirateangelbaby]

A timid voice to his ear, but welcome all the same. "Step one in any battle, assess the battlegrounds," Thor comments with a chuckle. "And feed your troops. Perhaps not the most glorious command, but certainly important."

[ottershawastronomer]

"Me?" Ogilvy isn't sure he wants to be in charge of, well, anything again. The last time he was anywhere near a position of command, it hadn't ended well at all for anyone involved. He accidentally got the Astronomer Royal killed, for God's sake. Yes, he couldn't have known that the Martians were aggressive monsters, but approaching them had been his idea. So he figures the deaths are his fault. "I'd push for a cautious approach. Don't want to rush into a situation we don't understand."

He'd learned his lesson the hard way. Better late than never.

[pirateangelbaby]

Historically, Thor has never been one for being overly cautious. That said, he's recently come to appreciate the value of watching and waiting, and weighing his options with wisdom rather than foolish rashness. "A wise decision if faced with unknowns. Or sometimes knowns too, I suppose. Circumstances often find a way of surprising the unwary."

[websnextdoor]

Is that...?

With a Thwip! and a flip Spider-Man positions himself so he's balancing atop the thin top edge of the large television blaring Cap's message across the plaza so he can get a better look at the caped man-god striding through. The hair's all wrong and he's missing an eye and there's no sign of the giant ass hammer but he sure sounds like the Thor Peter used to see on TV.

Maybe this is one of those alternate reality things the other Steve Rogers was talking about?

"Power, huh? Uh, I'd probably try to set up a living wage to try and deal with systematic poverty especially in high urban areas."

[pirateangelbaby]

It takes Thor a moment to locate the speaker, following the sound up until he finally spies the colorful youth perched atop the PSA screen, and at this distance he can't tell if that's a natural coloration or Earth-style battle gear, like that of the man in the video. No matter. An answer is an answer, either way.

Thor's had little opportunity to learn much about how Midgard's economy functions, but he's seen enough to realize it bears little resemblance to the one he knows, nor do many others. No vassals, no serfs, using some strange form of centralized barter revolving around paper fragments and stamped metal. Or the wave of a hand, in Stark's case. "I suppose there would be little opportunity to work the land for a living in a city," he agrees.

[thewiselion]

Aslan feels that this is a very important question to answer. He pads forward, watching the warrior with interest.

"My first command was to breathe life into my world, and to grant special power to a few select individuals."

"I have always felt it was important to respect the skill and talent of other individuals. Speak to your subjects like each one is a king or queen of their own." Aslan advises.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor shows no surprise at the presence of a talking beast, not even one of this size. He simply listens to its counsel, his remaining eye fixed on the great lion. "That doesn't cause problems with your hierarchy?"

[chiron_survivor]

Sitting at a nearby computer terminal, Adia has an excellent view of anyone who stops to watch Steve's PSA. She peers at Thor and wonders what that huge smile is all about -- does he know Steve? Is he pleased about finding the Nexus?

His question does not surprise her. He looks like someone who in charge of others. An army, perhaps. She, by contrast, looks like an ordinary human civilian.

Except for the giant eagle-like bird standing next to her, sharp eyes on guard for trouble.

"Um... well, I suppose it's not possible to command people to get along with one another." She smiles faintly. "Kind of hypocritical, too... I'd make sure the rest of the Quorum was as diverse as possible, then, so everyone's voice could be heard."

[pirateangelbaby]

Her avian companion is indeed impressive. Thor's seen bigger, but it's still heads above the tiny things that take to Earth's skies. He eyes it in return, wary gaze for wary gaze, before turning his attention to the young maiden as she answers. "If only that were possible," he agrees. "It could have saved everyone a lot of trouble."

Mention of a quorum implies some kind of representational government - not quite what he's used to, but he's seen it in action on Earth, if badly executed. "I take it the council is imbalanced?"

[rekindledtitan]

That's a weighty question indeed. Blaze halts her patrol and folds her arms, giving it due attention even while her golden optics flick over the newcomer. It's a question of philosophy, of responsibility, of practicality. One that speaks to who a person truly is and what example they would set. Accordingly, the mechanical warrior gives it a long minute of careful and judicious contemplation before she decides:

"'Charge.'"

The tiny robot floating at her side spins as he looks up at her, as if he's about to speak. On reflection, however, he can't actually dispute that answer.

[pirateangelbaby]

Charging into the thick of battle, he assumes. It's certainly a familiar sentiment, one that Thor has used many, many times in all his centuries. Not always the best strategy, of course, and he's learning from necessity how to wield subtler weapons than using a hammer to solve everything.

He gives her a once-over with his good eye, taking note of the armor, the scuffs and dents that come with actual use. No mere ceremonial guard, this one. She's seen battle, and more than once. "I take it your enemy is well-known to you, then."

[sallyfaced]

Sal had been sitting against a wall playing on his Gear Boy when the question was asked. He looked up, feeling taken aback by the man's appearance - more so in awe than anything else, after all he's the last person who should be surprised by appearances.

While the prosthetic face keeps from showing it his tone is uncertain as he answers the question. Far too many possible scenarios popped into his head for him to sound confident in his answer, but he seems happy with it nonetheless. "I think I would try to help as many people as possible with it." One of his eyes shifted (the other one being glass and therefore unable to move much) as he winced a tiny bit. "That's incredibly vague, I know. I guess it's hard to say without being in that situation."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor has to turn his head more than he's used to in order to spot the youth, compensating for his blind side, but once he does see him, he turns to face him more fully. And the answer puts a small smile on his lips. "Fear not, I am just curious. Power can be a heady wine, if drunk too deeply, but the true measure of a man lies not in how he treats his equals, but in how he treats those lesser."

[eumenis]

There is a woman in the crowd, tallish, slender and scarred, with a metal prosthesis that replaces her left arm below the elbow. Her gaze lingers on the patch over his eye; one might wonder if there's a feeling of kinship there, given her own missing limb. His question makes her smile faintly, though. It's a nostalgic smile, no less, like he's prompted a pleasant memory.

It's actually a mixed memory, a blend of triumph and pain, but far from a bad one. "'Let them up'," she says, as if she's quoting. "It wasn't my command, but we had just won a hard battle on the road--me and the people with me--and we came home to the Citadel, our tower in the desert. There were always people at the foot of it, desperate for a little garbage or water from those of us that lived inside. We called 'em the Wretched. When we came through the crowd of them, and they saw we had killed the old warlord, they started chanting up to the guards that held the elevator up into the tower, demanding they let us inside."

"There were more of them than there were guards. I'm glad it didn't come down to any more fighting. The guards let down the elevator--no, it wasn't that simple. The treadworkers who operated the elevator, slaves, they let it down. We came up, and we let the Wretched up with us, and I will never forget that they could have resented us, probably killed the lot of us when we were too worn out to fight back, but they stood with us instead."

"Now there's no more slavery in the Citadel, and we have enough food and water to go around, barring a disaster. I mean to keep it that way." Whatever it takes.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor can tell from the opening that this is no mere brief answer; this is a tale to be told, a picture painted in detail from memory, and he gives it the attention it is due, turning to face her. His gaze flickers only briefly to her arm as he looks her over, taking her measure.

He's probably still missing a good deal of context, but there's much to be drawn from the hints she gives along the way. "A worthy use of your victory," he says, approving. "What became of those loyal to the warlord?" Because there's always at least one.

[shieldborne]

Steve was not prepared for this. Somehow, he hadn't thought it would be so unsettling to see an old friend, particularly compared to bumping into an alternate version of himself, and a Natasha that's not his Natasha, but Natasha nonetheless. It's just that seeing Thor produces a dual shock: first, the visceral concern at seeing the state he's in, because he really looks like he's been through the wringer, and the thought of what could possibly have been powerful enough to take out Thor's eye is frightening.

Second, of course, is the realization of just how much Thor doesn't know about what's been happening to the Avengers in his absence. Whether this one is from Steve's world or a different one. He feels...queasy, all of a sudden. Sick and guilty and hunted. He almost wants to make a discreet retreat and dodge the man altogether.

That would be heinously unworthy of him, though, so after a pause in his forward momentum, he pushes himself closer, looking the man over. "Thor?" It's a surprisingly sober, quiet greeting, perhaps. "How've you been, pal? Long time no see."

[pirateangelbaby]

The response may be quiet, but a familiar voice speaking his name draws his attention at once, and as Thor catches sight of the familiar face to match it, a broad grin springs to his face. "Rogers!" There's something off, here, more than can be explained by simple time spent apart, and his grin falters slightly as he studies the other man's face. "This week's been Hel," he says honestly. "But it's good to see you."

[readvondaniken]

"Me?" Palmer shakes his head. Oh, no, no, he's no leader, and he's happier that way. Look what being commander did to Garry. El Capitan had to shoot someone. Palmer was happy just being camp mechanic. He couldn't live with having to make choices like that. "I don't lead. I ain't the kind of guy you want in charge of anything. Really." If Garry cracked under pressure, Palmer would crack faster.

He stops, thinks. He isn't a leader, and he'd never want to be leader, but what if, for whatever reason, it has to be him?

"But if it had to be me, well...I guess I'd turn most of my decisions over to a group vote, so I ain't the only one choosing what we do. Two heads are better than one."

[pirateangelbaby]

"A ruler is wise to seek counsel from advisers," Thor agrees, although that sounds a lot more democratic than the monarchy he's used to. Probably a Midgardian, then. He looks like one anyway. Awful lot of them around here, isn't there? "You are not the type of man to seek power, then?"

((Can I just voicetest at you a lil bit?))

[coldsong]

Little brother could tell you just how much worse your week could get, Thor. Well. The worst of it won't be this week, but it's coming. He is coming.

It goes utterly against Loki's grain to give away information without having it dragged from him, though. It also goes against his grain to refrain from acting like he knows everything about everything, like he's been in the Nexus for years and understands all its inner workings, rather than the truth, which is that he's sat around just long enough to read the pamphlets and observe some conversation.

So, he wanders over with a dry, indulgent smile, face more or less telegraphing 'what took you so long to get here, Brother?'

"Well, I do like to think my patronage of the performing arts was appreciated. I began that right off the bat."


((Pardon the lack of icons. His canonpoint is post-IW but I can avoid him giving away too much info.))

Go for it! This is my first outing with Thor too so this should be fun

[pirateangelbaby]

Of course, of course Loki is here first. Or spying on him with an illusion, that'd be very in character of him. Thor narrows his eye at his brother, a smirk teasing at his lips, and his fingers itch for something to throw. To make sure he's really here, of course. It's Loki, you can never be sure.

"Oh of course, I suppose the statue would have taken far more time to sculpt," he replies.


((No worries! I've seen IW but Thor should probably avoid too many spoilers, yes.))