Even a God Can Need a Friend [Open to friends]

[pirateangelbaby]

[OOC: This post and its threads may contain Endgame spoilers. Potential trigger warnings include depression, alcohol abuse, and suicidal thoughts. (See the bottom section of Thor's updated permissions page for more detail on relevant warnings, Thor’s triggers, and a disclaimer about his narration style.) If you intend to tag Thor and are sensitive to this kind of content, please let me know before we begin so that I can provide a safer roleplay experience for you. Individual threads on this post will not be warned for on a case by case basis.

Thor has left his current address with the remaining Avengers, Loki (coldsong), Prometheus (liverfree), and Sif (lady_sif). Other close friends are welcome to visit by getting coordinates from those listed, which may be done offscreen (of the Avengers, Rocket is the most likely to be out and about in the Nexus right now) - if in doubt, please ask the relevant mun. This post is intended to provide Thor with moral support as he grapples with his mental health; each thread will be treated as though it is a different day entirely so his mood and the immediate setting may vary. I do not mind slow tags, and this post will be perpetually open for a long while, so don't worry if you can't get to it right away but still want to play.]


Above the Arctic Circle, in the far north of Norway, the village formerly known as Henningsvær sprawls out across a tiny chain of islands. Despite the approach of summer, the weather is cool and overcast, sea breezes often sweeping through the narrow streets. For those approaching by road, the small single-lane bridge leading from the mainland now boasts a hand-painted sign in Norsk and Asgardian runes welcoming visitors to Asvera, which the local humans have taken to calling New Asgard. Population: 832.

Though much of the world still feels half-empty and apocalyptic, there is little of that here. Asgard has filled the empty spaces, each house claimed and occupied, as well as several hotels that once served seasonal tourists. Fishing boats come and go from the harbor, dock workers hard at work learning to repair nets and lines, others processing the day’s catch for consumption. There is no market, no selling of goods; everything is distributed communally through the grocery on the main island, every citizen entitled to a share, every citizen expected to work to support the others, save for the children who are too young.

The village is quiet, but busy. There is always work to be done, or new skills to learn to survive in their new home. The king, however, may not be so easy to find. Here in the tiny Norwegian village, there is no golden palace to give visitors a place to start looking. Perhaps it’s best to ask for directions.

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[sweetcandygirl]

Harley has been helping with the care of some of the Asgardian children in the Nexus. And spreads her own optimism and cheer, wherever she goes. She tries to be there for these people... those that mean so much to Loki... in any way she can. In small ways.

Today, her goal is to check in on Thor. Loki has told her about Asvera. And how to find it.

She PINpoints in a good distance away, so she can walk towards the village. Harley has an armful of some new goods for the grocery. And is dressed warmly for the day. A lesson learned from Winter to be prepared.

Harley has no problems being social, or asking questions. And she is very determined to find who she is looking for. Thor is important to her, as a friend. And important to Loki, as an alternate brother. And those are solid reasons to keep her search.

[eumenis]

The Council was absolutely not in favor of Furiosa visiting other worlds. The Nexus proper is risky enough, as Winter proved. But she already made a commitment to help Thor's people in any way she could, and after learning that his world and Rocket's are connected, after hearing more of what's happened, she is determined. And the Council of the Green Towers learned that Furiosa is still perfectly capable of putting her foot down, making a decision and sticking to it doggedly whether anyone else likes it or not.

In short, she argued them into doing what she wanted, and if anyone was surprised, they shouldn't have been.

She arrives on the island with an escort: two War Boys from her old crew, the most loyal and reliable she's got, aside from the Ace. The taller of the two, dark-skinned and broad-shouldered but with a sweet, youthful face, is Crux. The smaller is Spanner, and he bears some unfortunate burn scars on one arm and across his forehead and throat, and maybe elsewhere on his body, too, for the way he walks, but his blue eyes are bright and alert. He's an observer, and no less protective of his old boss than their larger companion.

The trio arrive via PINpoint, with Crux and Furiosa carrying gifts. The Citadel doesn't have much to share, but they had a bumper crop this year, thanks to the gifts of so many seeds (and perhaps some kind of indirect blessing from Hazel). They've brought cut sugar cane, a few sacks of sorghum and dried fruit, and some tanned pig and camel hides. Mostly it's meant to be a friendly token. Anything the Asgardians really need they can discuss later.

They land close to the sea, and while Furiosa anticipated the cold and dressed herself and the boys accordingly, she did not expect this heaving, chilly, salt-smelling desert of water, and all three of them are transfixed, lost in awe at the sight of it. Whoever notices and comes to meet them will hear soft murmuring, the woman explaining to the two younger men: "...fish comes from, yes. Well, some come from freshwater, too, but the sea is much bigger. Do you know what tides are? It's when the moon pulls on all that water and makes it come up higher on the shore."

"Wait, how high?" Spanner sounds nervous. "It ain't gonna drown us?"

"No, no, just a couple feet. Look, when we go home I'll read you a book about it."

[liverfree]

Prometheus does not send an announcement to Thor ahead of time that he's going to visit. He simply shows up in the village, and he has brought company: the Asgardian family staying with him -- a mother and her three children. The children -- twin girls and a younger brother, have come to play with the other children. The mother has come to decide if she is ready to relocate to Earth. The Nexus has grown on her, and she loves Prometheus like the uncle she never had, but these are her people, and Thor is her king.

With a quiet reassurance that he'll meet up with them later, Prometheus heads off to find Thor. He stops and chats with people along the way, recognizing the faces of people who have already left the Nexus. Sometimes he lends a hand, if it looks like they need help with whatever they're doing. He gives kids piggyback rides, and beams at any bit of good news he hears.

But he doesn't forget his main objective. Surely someone knows where their king is, and will point him in the right direction.

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley has stayed with Thor for over a week now. There were moments when she left the cottage (and he might have hoped that she gave up on him), but it was usually always to get supplies.

Two days after she announced she was staying -- her supplies included a hammock for her to sleep in, a few changes of clothes, and a trampoline.

She has done little things to get Thor onto a routine. Starting his day with breakfast (which she never forces him to eat), and getting him juice or soda in the afternoon so he doesn't spend the whole day drinking. And once in a while, she convinces him to go for a walk. Or to see the work that is being done around the village.

The greenhouse idea was supported by Harley completely. After all, it would be good for the Village to produce their own vegetables and fruit. So as the greenhouse is built, Harley does her best to get Thor interested in the process.

One day, when she disappears for supplies, she comes back to the Cottage with another woman with her. The tall green-skinned woman attracted some attention when she first arrived at the Village. There were a few men who wanted to keep on following her (and Harley too). But all she had to tell them is to keep up their good work on the repairs needed around the village, and they were more than happy to oblige.

Harley entered the cottage with a big grin. "Thor! We have some company!"

[rogueinladysclothing]

She hadn't expected to hear much from or about any of the Avengers who had stumbled into the Nexus after losing so much of their universe for a long time. The news that Thor had settled, truly settled, with what remained of his people in a place that was both suited to them and so similar to the origins of her own home city made Amelia all the more eager to offer any assistance she could. It was a touch selfish, though she barely even admitted that to herself, but Thor was a friend of Steve and that was reason enough to put her hands to work for his cause.

Stepping out of a portal atop a hill above the city, the rogue has to take a moment to ground herself.

It was so strange to see the sea again. To look out over the horizon and know that the other side was so far that it wasn't possible to reach it with her own two feet. It takes the breath from her lungs as she stares out at the deep blue waters and breathes in the heady scent of salt and life that exist only in places like this. Turning from it feels impossible, and for a few moments the rogue allows herself to dwell on thoughts of the place that was once her home and how much this place makes her ache for that.

But she's not here for herself today. If anything, she's here for the distraction that helping others will bring. Thor has suffered as much as Steve, and that helps keep Amelia's thoughts where they need to be.

Tucking her hands into the pockets on the inside of her light cloak, the rogue makes her way down the hillside toward the center of the town. Every step feels like one closer to where she came from before running into the Nexus, and it brings an unwitting smile to her face as she watches the Asgardians at work in the market and out on the harbor. Her fingers twitch with excitement at the prospect of doing things she grew up learning and watching, and she eventually takes down the fancy braid crown she did for herself to put her hair into a more laid-back, over-the-shoulder French braid that's better suited to the work she hopes is ahead of her.

"Excuse me," she calls softly as she approaches the market. A few faces turn to her, and she finally remembers to quiet her smile into something more appropriate for the mood of the city. "I'm an acquaintance of Thor and I was told I might be able to help you all while you settle into your new home. Do you have anything you need assistance with until I find him?"

[lokilowkey]

It was a hectic thing, being a Loki. So many irons in the fire, and even when they weren't his, he was still expected to be the one to juggle them. But he was learning. It did mean he wasn't in the Nexus as often as he'd like but when he did come to visit again, he was dismayed to hear that his other-dimensional brother was not in residence. Even more so upset when he heard what had happened, how hard Thor had taken it. Not that he was surprised. The God of Thunder always was fighting for the good of others, and from what he understood this was a heavy blow.

So it was little surprise that the little godling showed up in town, the magpie on his shoulder looking less than pleased at the weather if the fluff of feathers or annoyance to his croaking was any hint, quite comfortable in snooping about and asking anyone who might frown at the little miscreant where he might find Thor. So here's hoping that he's not too busy because he's about to get some very noisy company!

[truthqueen]

It hadn't taken long for Diana to find out what had happened when she came looking for Thor in the Nexus. Nor to find out where to go to find him. She'd paused on her way, so when she came to the small village the Asgardians had inhabited, it was with Britomartis trotting along with her, quite happy even with the wagon the Mudbray was hauling with a variety of things she knew they would find useful, from salves, to fabrics for more clothing or blankets, fuel for heaters, and other sundries. If she'd also slipped in books and sweets for the children, well it was little surprise. She got directions to the grocery to leave the load with them, offering use of the wagon and Britomartis to help with some of the hauling that was being done while she was there. The wagon was small enough to go most anywhere a person could, and the Pokemon was more than happy to set to work for a bit and enjoy the workout so long as muzzle pats were offered.

She was tempted to stay herself, to help more, but she was on somewhat of a timer here as the sword at her hip reminded her. So she'd asked for directions to where she might find Thor, both wanting to see how he was doing and in a bit of selfishness wanting the help. Her trouble was something she could handle herself but after all that had happened, she craved some small anchor to beat back the homesickness, and of all her companions, Thor was the one who reminded her of home the most, male or no.