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nexus_crossings2018-09-01 09:05 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-09-01 09:05 pm
+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?"
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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"Good." Impulsively, she pulls a small notebook and pen out of her bag and jots down a series of digits. "Here," she offers, while she has the nerve. "This is my PINpoint number. You can use it to text me. If you want. I mean, you don't have to or anything. But in case you have any questions."
She blinks at the unexpected offer of a handshake before returning it. "I'm glad you liked the hot chocolate," she replies happily. "And I hope whatever you need, you can find it in the Nexus."
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"Thank you. Maybe next time, I can buy you the drink," he says with a grin. He takes the paper and folds it up, tucking it down the front of his armor.
Her surprised look makes him wonder for a moment if he's done something wrong - maybe the handshake isn't a custom with her kind of human. It seemed less risky than kissing the back of her hand, as he would with a lady of Asgard. But no, her response comes readily enough, the pleasure obvious in her voice. "Thank you. I'll have a lot of exploring to do in the near future, I feel."
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The handshake goes over well, despite her initial surprise. He has human friends, she reminds herself. He'd know of plenty of Earth customs, even if no one bothered to introduce him to hot chocolate. "I've been visiting for nearly four years now, and there's still plenty that I haven't discovered," she replies, but she's sure that he'll have no trouble exploring. He seems the adventurous sort.
She slides out of her seat, taking her empty mug with her and placing it on top of a trash barrel. She waves to the barista, who smiles at her briefly before returning to his work. Considering his otherwise stoic expression, he might as well have come around the counter and hugged her goodbye.