i.Floating Lanterns [Memoria marks Thor's first anniversary in Riverview, and although he's stayed here for 365 days, he can feel the change in him. His loss over the past year has changed his approach to the festival. He's more reserved and solemn, he doesn't force a warm smile. He loiters at the back of crowds and doesn't participate much in food sharing or lantern hanging.
He does, however, participate in the floating of lanterns. His lanterns are obviously handmade, maybe lacking the finesse of some of the custom created ones. He also holds several, one for his parents, one for the warriors three and one for the soldiers and residents of Asgard who fell at Hela's feet.
His expression is grave, he lights each candle and sets the lanterns down carefully. His hands fold over his front and he bows his head, murmuring a passage.]
Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla. Where thine enemies have been vanquished, there the brave shall live forever.
[He looks up. His eyes are wet, but his voice is perfectly steady. He's already held a ceremonial funeral, but he won't miss the chance to pay his respects again.]
We shall mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.
[He'll linger before he moves to leave the river.]
ii. down with the sickness [When Thor wakes up a few days later, he feels off. He's not sure how else to describe it. He's never had a common cold or a flu, he has nothing to compare the scratchy throat and headache to.
He pulls himself out of bed, gets dressed and goes about his day. His life is very routine, lately. He takes the dog for a walk, gets a coffee, he goes to the gym, he gets groceries and he usually starts work later in the evening. He whistles for Qiri and sets out to go for a walk around town.
Apart from the occasional sniffle, he seems alright. By the end of his walk, he feels a little cold. He's wearing a scarf over a thin T-shirt and shorts. It doesn't feel appropriate to wear more when he's sweating this much.
Thor makes it to the cafe and orders a coffee. Everything is fine. He's not a little wall eyed, he doesn't need to shake his head to try shake off the cloudy feeling and he certainly doesn't miss the fact that the barista has been yelling for his attention all this time.
Thor takes the coffee and leaves the cafe, disorientated and almost unsure about where he's headed. He lifts the cup to his lip but he hesitates, he feels something coming. It's coming. He can't stop it.
He sneezes, loud and thunderous. He spills his coffee over his front and grunts, he seems to be in a state of shock and completely unsure as to what he should be doing. He looks down at Qiri, who looks as surprised as he does and shrugs.]
thor odinson | mcu
[Memoria marks Thor's first anniversary in Riverview, and although he's stayed here for 365 days, he can feel the change in him. His loss over the past year has changed his approach to the festival. He's more reserved and solemn, he doesn't force a warm smile. He loiters at the back of crowds and doesn't participate much in food sharing or lantern hanging.
He does, however, participate in the floating of lanterns. His lanterns are obviously handmade, maybe lacking the finesse of some of the custom created ones. He also holds several, one for his parents, one for the warriors three and one for the soldiers and residents of Asgard who fell at Hela's feet.
His expression is grave, he lights each candle and sets the lanterns down carefully. His hands fold over his front and he bows his head, murmuring a passage.]
Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla. Where thine enemies have been vanquished, there the brave shall live forever.
[He looks up. His eyes are wet, but his voice is perfectly steady. He's already held a ceremonial funeral, but he won't miss the chance to pay his respects again.]
We shall mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.
[He'll linger before he moves to leave the river.]
ii. down with the sickness
[When Thor wakes up a few days later, he feels off. He's not sure how else to describe it. He's never had a common cold or a flu, he has nothing to compare the scratchy throat and headache to.
He pulls himself out of bed, gets dressed and goes about his day. His life is very routine, lately. He takes the dog for a walk, gets a coffee, he goes to the gym, he gets groceries and he usually starts work later in the evening. He whistles for Qiri and sets out to go for a walk around town.
Apart from the occasional sniffle, he seems alright. By the end of his walk, he feels a little cold. He's wearing a scarf over a thin T-shirt and shorts. It doesn't feel appropriate to wear more when he's sweating this much.
Thor makes it to the cafe and orders a coffee. Everything is fine. He's not a little wall eyed, he doesn't need to shake his head to try shake off the cloudy feeling and he certainly doesn't miss the fact that the barista has been yelling for his attention all this time.
Thor takes the coffee and leaves the cafe, disorientated and almost unsure about where he's headed. He lifts the cup to his lip but he hesitates, he feels something coming. It's coming. He can't stop it.
He sneezes, loud and thunderous. He spills his coffee over his front and grunts, he seems to be in a state of shock and completely unsure as to what he should be doing. He looks down at Qiri, who looks as surprised as he does and shrugs.]
Your guess is as good as mine.