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+1 King of Asgard

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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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?"

Of course the Dementor (cape) is just faking to be still. He will not deceive the ever vigilante Kneazle in his quest. He pounces behind, swiping at the flutters. Take that evil thing! How dare you try to suck the happiness out of this man.

"Yes. Basically. The Minister of Magic does sit at the top of the Ministry of Magic. And it is a lot of bureaucracy." Hermione laughs. "But after the Second Wizarding War, it is sort of nice to be dueling paperwork, instead of other wizards."

Thor laughs, amused that anyone would rather immerse themselves in dull monotonous paperwork than face a foe, to turn them with words or combat, whichever it must be. "I cannot say I would find it so entertaining, but it's good to avoid bloodshed when it is no longer needed."

"And yourself? What would be your first command?" Hermione asks interested.

CJ grabs a portion of the cape, chewing on it. Take that evil creature!

Thor opens his mouth to answer, and is immediately distracted by the tugging on his cape. "Unhand me," he protests, the cape pulling away from the kneazle as he turns. Fluttering even more as the lightly-chewed edge whips around his ankles. The creature reminds him of one of the beasts he saw in the pet shop, when he was in search of a horse. "Is this your companion?"

CJ pouts. That was his prey human! Or... he sniffs the air... maybe not human. He pads away, then sits at Hermione's feet. Bowing his head, when his witch introduces them both.

"He is my familiar. CJ. And I am Hermione Jean Granger."

An uncommonly good-mannered beast, and adorable besides. (Look at him... so cute.) Thor bows lightly to them both, then. "Thor Odinson, king of Asgard. My apologizes, noble CJ. I've heard of witch's familiars."

"Asgard?" Of course Hermione's mind goes to her time with Viktor, and his love for Norse Mythology. And she salutes him, as she would one from the Durmstrang Institute, with an arm over her heart, and a respectful bow.

CJ straightens slightly at being recognized.

"You have witches in your world?" She is interested now.

"Of course." Who hasn't heard of them? The fact that Earth apparently has wizards now is a surprise, but Thor already knew that from his brief visit with a very Strange sorcerer. "My mother was one with the gift, as is my brother. I've never had much talent for illusions and other delicate magics, myself."

CJ snorts to himself. Of course that is what he smelled. Magic. He is to used to being around so many non-magical people in the Nexus. He ought to be more alert.

"Conjuration is one of the most complex magic. It is only taught to students at NEWT-level in my world. Your mother and brother must be gifted."

"Yes," Thor agrees, thinking fondly of them both, though wistfully of his mother, may she feast eternally in Fôlkvangr. "She taught Loki the craft, and he took to it as a goose does to a pond. Myself, my talents lie in less subtle forces. Give me a monster to fight or a wall to breach, and it will be done."

"You still have a magical connection all the same. Perhaps you have talents you are not aware of." Hermione smiles.

"So I've recently become aware," he says with a chuckle, and in his remaining eye, electric blue light flares, lightning crackling down his arms. It lasts only a moment, however, as he's unwilling to risk losing control of his gift and blast a hole in a wall somewhere, or harm this witch and her familiar. "My focus was recently destroyed. Fortunately, it seems I no longer need it."

"If you need to practice your magical talents with someone, I am very adept at protection spells." Hermione offers. CJ meows. Him also.

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Thor smiles at her in appreciation. "Thank you, Madame Granger. Any such training grounds would require robust protections indeed, lest I destroy far more than I intend to."

"That would be easy to find, here in the Nexus."

"We should get you a PINpoint, so we can keep in touch."

The word rings a faint bell, and he recalls seeing a sign about them near the entrance, where Rogers gives his speech on endless loop. "They're like Earth phones?" He's never needed one before, but then, a lot has changed recently.

"A little more adaptable than Earth cell phones." Hermione reaches into her small beaded bag to pull out her PINpoint. Which she has customized into Gryffindor colors.

He opens his mouth to ask why he needs one, but then remembers that access to the Bifrost is beyond his reach. Without a watchpost for Heimdall to observe from, he has few ways to contact others without physically going to meet them. "And it works across the realms, I assume."

"Yes. And you can set up a PINpoint portal to come and go from here. The Nexus."

CJ meows. "But there are times when even your PINpoint might not work." Hermione notes.

A pocket Bifrost portal? Intriguing if true, although if it can only go here, its power is far more limited. But still worth checking out.

Her addition draws him up short, however. "A problem with its forging?"

"Perhaps only in my world. Technology and magic sometimes have problems working with each other. There was a time when I had to cast a spell, locking my door to the Nexus. And during that time, my PINpoint didn't work either."

"Crookshanks... CJ's father... had to come here to get help."

Why would technology interfere with magic? A strange concept. "So it'd be a poor idea to rely on it without a backup plan, then."

"I always advise having a backup plan in place." Hermione gestures to where the PINpoint vending machines are located.

"They are just over here."

"I'll pick one up on my way out," Thor vows, idly curious about these strange devices.

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