Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (
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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?"
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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Besides. The cogs are turning. This guy had their interest the moment he mentioned they liked fighting the same types of enemy, and now both bots are peering at him with open curiosity.
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Sooo...
" Ghost ventures, curiosity luring him into speaking up for the first time before his Guardian beats him to the draw, "if you're from the same universe as Steve... who does that make you?"
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His eye flicks to the floating robot, only slightly surprised that it too speaks. He’d been wondering how aware the little bot is, whether it (he?) is some kind of construct like JARVIS was, or some other lifeform he hasn’t met before. No less real to him than the armored warrior, of course, and he sketches a brief, polite bow to them both. “I am Thor Odinson, king of Asgard, and one of the first to join the Avengers. Steve Rogers is a good friend of mine, too.”
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Ghost's little blue optic has gone wide. Blaze jerks back a little, optics bright and startled before her hand snaps up in a salute. This is awesome. If she could grin she'd be looking so very goofy right now; lucky for her serious Guardian dignity Exos don't have that kind of expressiveness.
"Whoa- I. Uh." Exo voices, on the other hand... "Blaze-37, of the Last City on Earth. And this is my Ghost. It's a real honor to meet you- I mean, Steve's told us some incredible stories about you but also, y'know, you're kind of really popular back where we're from. Uh. Anyway, it's good to have you here."
There. Cool as a Europan winter.
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His smile is quick to return, once that sets in, and he hears the excitement in her voice. Thor's no stranger to celebrity, and he makes an effort to have time for his fans. Public relations and all that. "It's good to meet you too, Blaze-37, and Ghost." No titles, okay, he can work with that. "So they still tell stories of me, hmm? The good ones, I hope."
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"Sure! Who doesn't love a good tale about fighting things bigger than you are? It's good inspiration. Always been partial to the one about you fishing up Jörmungandr, personally. Is, uh. Did something like that actually happen, in your universe? Probably didn't in ours but these days I kinda wonder."
If you'd told her earlier lives there were such things as space gods and sorcery and wish-granting dragons, she doubts any of them would have believed it. But that's the world she woke up to.
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"Sounds like we need to find a bigger serpent," she says cheerfully. Joking. Maybe.
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...And a bigger boat?
""Sure, if you want." She answers her Ghost offhandedly, attention still on Thor. "I guess being a king doesn't give you a whole lot of time for fishing trips, though. That's new, right?" Steve called him a prince before.
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“That’s right,” Thor confirms, a slightly more serious look in his eye, though he’s still smiling. “My... coronation was yesterday, such as it was. We had to improvise a little.” An eyepatch for a crown, a captain’s chair for a throne, his honor guard made of commoners and children... not how he’d imagined it in his youth. But Thor regrets nothing of its reality, just glad that he was able to save as many as he did, and that they follow him. “The past week or so’s been very busy.”