The Valkyrie doesn’t look terribly surprised to hear about her king’s lack of social interaction before he’d left his friends, but she’s not judging, either. “Good. Times like these, we can all use any friend we’ve got.”
Rocket has to hurry a little to keep up with these longer-legged folks, but it’s nothing he isn’t used to, and he keeps pace with Steve well enough. “Yeah, tell me about it. Nothin’ like having something to do and people to do it with to keep you sane.”
Her expression twitches, but she doesn’t voice whatever’s on her mind, just finishes closing the distance to the little cottage. There’s a faint murmur from inside, like a television left on in the background, but little other sound until the Valkyrie raps on the door hard enough to rattle it in the frame. “Hey, Majesty,” she calls out, thoroughly irreverent. “You’ve got visitors. Come take them off my hands, will you?”
There’s a loud thump from inside, like something heavy hitting the floor, and the clink of glass rolling across hardwood. After a delay that’s just long enough to start to feel uncomfortable, the door creaks open and Thor braces himself against the frame as if he’s relying on it to keep him upright, squinting into the sunlight a bit harder than is really called for. It’s early afternoon in Norway, but it’s clear just from looking at him that he’s gotten a head start on his evening drinking, judging by the flush in his face and ears, the glossiness of his eye, the way he’s swaying slightly on his feet even with the support of the doorframe. His hair and beard have both grown a little longer since Steve last saw him, long enough to make it obvious he hasn’t washed or brushed either in at least a couple days, and his sweatshirt is rumpled like he’s been sleeping in it, its left sleeve hanging empty.
It takes him a moment to realize who’s standing there, sullen irritation giving way to surprise. He hadn’t truly expected any of them to want to see him again, not after what he’s done, but even through the muzziness of alcohol he can’t read anger and blame on any of the faces at his door. “Steven, Rabbit... what’re you doing here?”
Rocket is gaping up at him, and smacks him in the knee. “We’re here to see you, you idiot.”
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Rocket has to hurry a little to keep up with these longer-legged folks, but it’s nothing he isn’t used to, and he keeps pace with Steve well enough. “Yeah, tell me about it. Nothin’ like having something to do and people to do it with to keep you sane.”
Her expression twitches, but she doesn’t voice whatever’s on her mind, just finishes closing the distance to the little cottage. There’s a faint murmur from inside, like a television left on in the background, but little other sound until the Valkyrie raps on the door hard enough to rattle it in the frame. “Hey, Majesty,” she calls out, thoroughly irreverent. “You’ve got visitors. Come take them off my hands, will you?”
There’s a loud thump from inside, like something heavy hitting the floor, and the clink of glass rolling across hardwood. After a delay that’s just long enough to start to feel uncomfortable, the door creaks open and Thor braces himself against the frame as if he’s relying on it to keep him upright, squinting into the sunlight a bit harder than is really called for. It’s early afternoon in Norway, but it’s clear just from looking at him that he’s gotten a head start on his evening drinking, judging by the flush in his face and ears, the glossiness of his eye, the way he’s swaying slightly on his feet even with the support of the doorframe. His hair and beard have both grown a little longer since Steve last saw him, long enough to make it obvious he hasn’t washed or brushed either in at least a couple days, and his sweatshirt is rumpled like he’s been sleeping in it, its left sleeve hanging empty.
It takes him a moment to realize who’s standing there, sullen irritation giving way to surprise. He hadn’t truly expected any of them to want to see him again, not after what he’s done, but even through the muzziness of alcohol he can’t read anger and blame on any of the faces at his door. “Steven, Rabbit... what’re you doing here?”
Rocket is gaping up at him, and smacks him in the knee. “We’re here to see you, you idiot.”