Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-03-26 08:10 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-03-26 08:10 pm
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[IC, open to all] Thor Fight Club
It's a beautiful spring day in the Nexus, rolling green hills boasting bright splashes of color where flowers have blossomed in all their glory, birds singing in trees sheltered with new green growth, and the sun is shining merrily through puffy white clouds, the breeze only a little on the cool side.
In one of the flatter fields out towards the Wilds, however, things are not quite so peaceful at the moment.
There's an enormous rough ring marked out with scorch marks in the grass, large enough to rival the gladiator arena on Sakaar, and on the edge of the ring there's a cloth laid out with a small variety of weapons that look... well, very second-hand, to put it mildly. But enough to give a good selection of swords or axes or hammers, with a shield or two for protective options.
Thor stands to one side, checking his armor to make sure it's securely fitted before battle, training session or not, and can't quite chase away the grin on his face in favor of a more serious, kingly expression that he probably should be wearing. Learning to compensate for his missing eye is a matter of life and death, probably, whether his or someone else's, but he can't help but feel excited to face something other than a half-assed training dummy shoved into the corner of the cargo hold.
Right, then, who's up for a little sparring with the god of thunder?
In one of the flatter fields out towards the Wilds, however, things are not quite so peaceful at the moment.
There's an enormous rough ring marked out with scorch marks in the grass, large enough to rival the gladiator arena on Sakaar, and on the edge of the ring there's a cloth laid out with a small variety of weapons that look... well, very second-hand, to put it mildly. But enough to give a good selection of swords or axes or hammers, with a shield or two for protective options.
Thor stands to one side, checking his armor to make sure it's securely fitted before battle, training session or not, and can't quite chase away the grin on his face in favor of a more serious, kingly expression that he probably should be wearing. Learning to compensate for his missing eye is a matter of life and death, probably, whether his or someone else's, but he can't help but feel excited to face something other than a half-assed training dummy shoved into the corner of the cargo hold.
Right, then, who's up for a little sparring with the god of thunder?
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He might become aware of some noise nearby, the metal clanking not unlike tin cans clattering together. If he looked? That would be Princess decked out in her finest armor, peering at him, and his lovely bucket of popcorn, with no small amount of interest.
"Hi!"
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Kinner looks down to see Princess in front of him, wearing what looks like armor. It actually looks pretty good on her, and she's got a lot of spirit. He's on her side. He pushes a bucket of popcorn closer to her as he pops his own popcorn ito his mouth, one kernel at a time.
"You're going to fight Thor? That's brave of you!"
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Yeah she's real glad they're friends, happily sticking her face into the bucket to crunch down some of the kernels with a pleased fluff of plumage.
"Win!" Yes Kinner, she's not just gonna fight him she's gonna come out on top!
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Kinner's got all kinds of food handy. There are real advantages to being friends with a cook, something Princess is wise to.
"Whatever happens, we'll share some fish after the fight. I'll save a big one for you."
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"Victory fish!"
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"That's right! Do your best!"