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riverviewlogs2018-08-07 11:53 am
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-08-07 11:53 am
(open) In all the hells and worlds, the time has come.
who: Thor and anyone
what: Returning from a round trip home (IW spoilers)
when: 7/8 roughly
where: In the city center and outside the wall, in the jungle.
warnings: Pain, mostly.
i.
[Thor arrives back in Riverview late. His wounds are checked and he's kept still for a long time, making sure he doesn't have more significant injuries. He's accepting of it, he feels no reason to fight the nurses off as they dab at his grazes. There's no point in pushing them away, really.
By the time he makes it out of his point of arrival, it's very late in the evening. 3am is a time when good, sensible people are asleep. Generally speaking, his friends are good people, but they've never been sensible. Thor is in the town center when he raises his axe in the air to summon a storm, the sudden pour of rain might be a good indication that he's back but it has nothing on the loud rumble of thunder that shakes the foundations of people's homes. It probably sends a cascade of dogs howling and barking, Thor doesn't hear that. He's courteous enough to summon a bright, powerful beam of lightning from his axe, cracking the sky and giving away his location.
It's faster than a group text.
He waits there for a long while, sitting on the edge of a large fountain that occupies the center of town. Rain is falling pretty hard, but he's content to sit in it.]
ii.
[It's not the most appropriate time to be playing with his new toy, but Thor can't imagine doing much else. He's struggling with the concept of going back to his "home" and getting into his bed. It's such a strange concept, he feels himself rejecting it.
Thor takes to the jungle beyond the walls to practice with Stormbreaker. Most of it seems innate to him, when he wields it, it feels right. Perfectly balanced. Made for him. He grips the wood of the handle tightly, trying not to let his thoughts drift to where it came from.
He's starting fights with the beasts in the jungle, very pointed and precise in his execution of them. He doesn't waste time with lightning or thunder, he's aiming for the head when he drives his axe down.]
iii. Closed to Loki
[It's not long after he leaves the facility that he heads to Loki's apartment, there's a low rumble of thunder to alert him. Just not enough time to really escape before he's knocking on the door. In the crevice of his mind, he's aware that turning up to Loki's door in the middle of the night with a great, big axe resting on his shoulder is a little foreboding. He can't think of anyone else he'd rather show the weapon to.
Especially because Valkyrie is far too likely to steal it.
He doesn't wait too long before he's pushing on the door to try open it himself. He's lacking in the patience department.]
what: Returning from a round trip home (IW spoilers)
when: 7/8 roughly
where: In the city center and outside the wall, in the jungle.
warnings: Pain, mostly.
i.
[Thor arrives back in Riverview late. His wounds are checked and he's kept still for a long time, making sure he doesn't have more significant injuries. He's accepting of it, he feels no reason to fight the nurses off as they dab at his grazes. There's no point in pushing them away, really.
By the time he makes it out of his point of arrival, it's very late in the evening. 3am is a time when good, sensible people are asleep. Generally speaking, his friends are good people, but they've never been sensible. Thor is in the town center when he raises his axe in the air to summon a storm, the sudden pour of rain might be a good indication that he's back but it has nothing on the loud rumble of thunder that shakes the foundations of people's homes. It probably sends a cascade of dogs howling and barking, Thor doesn't hear that. He's courteous enough to summon a bright, powerful beam of lightning from his axe, cracking the sky and giving away his location.
It's faster than a group text.
He waits there for a long while, sitting on the edge of a large fountain that occupies the center of town. Rain is falling pretty hard, but he's content to sit in it.]
ii.
[It's not the most appropriate time to be playing with his new toy, but Thor can't imagine doing much else. He's struggling with the concept of going back to his "home" and getting into his bed. It's such a strange concept, he feels himself rejecting it.
Thor takes to the jungle beyond the walls to practice with Stormbreaker. Most of it seems innate to him, when he wields it, it feels right. Perfectly balanced. Made for him. He grips the wood of the handle tightly, trying not to let his thoughts drift to where it came from.
He's starting fights with the beasts in the jungle, very pointed and precise in his execution of them. He doesn't waste time with lightning or thunder, he's aiming for the head when he drives his axe down.]
iii. Closed to Loki
[It's not long after he leaves the facility that he heads to Loki's apartment, there's a low rumble of thunder to alert him. Just not enough time to really escape before he's knocking on the door. In the crevice of his mind, he's aware that turning up to Loki's door in the middle of the night with a great, big axe resting on his shoulder is a little foreboding. He can't think of anyone else he'd rather show the weapon to.
Especially because Valkyrie is far too likely to steal it.
He doesn't wait too long before he's pushing on the door to try open it himself. He's lacking in the patience department.]
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There's no real greeting, Taako just joins Thor at the edge of the fountain. Despite giving Thor shit over text, his tone is gentle when he asks:]
You survived it, right?
[He needs to know, for his sake and Loki's.]
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I think I remember the furthest of anyone. [Thor muses, contemplative.] It got worse, would you believe.
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I got one of the canisters, a while ago, and it showed us all, uh, fighting John-- the Hunger, I dunno how much you know about that shit but it's not important now. Our healer was down, Magnus was like, bleeding heavily and kind of on fire and then the flames hit me and it was over. I thought that was it for ya boy, there was no way outta that one.
[He remembers Lucretia screaming and John laughing, but that's not a detail he wants to share.]
And the Hunger was bad fucking news, my man, like the end of every single bit of life kinda bad. But I woke up, we all did. I dunno exactly what happened, I think maybe Pan hooked us up with some godly healing so we could kick John's ass. So like, I know I'm not usually an optimist or whatever but dont-- it's not over until you're cold in the fucking ground, yeah? No matter how shitty it is, there's still hope.
[Well, it was an attempt at a pep talk. At least he tried.]