Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-06-15 09:04 am
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-06-15 09:04 am
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Even a God Can Need a Friend [Open to friends]
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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.
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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More than anything, Thor is tired. Physically, mentally, and it makes little difference how much rest he gets. He is tired of being frightened of memory, tired of the pain, tired of just sitting here yet too tired to leave. Maybe this is how Father felt, he thinks, before giving himself over to the Odinsleep. No wonder he would sometimes sleep for weeks at a time, if this is what being king is like.
But Thor cannot sleep, not without the nightmares haunting his steps, chasing him back to the awful reality he now lives in.
He lets out a sigh that sounds almost as though his soul is trying to escape his body. The omelette is only halfway eaten, but Thor is not certain he can stomach any more. "Thank you. For... for the food."
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After all, she is still doesn't have a new Nexus apartment to go to. And Loki's place is a little full. And she can't go to her universe right now, with whatever Joker is planning for her.
So she has the time to be here for Thor. It works out quite nicely.
"It would be good to get you on a routine."
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"Having company around might help!"
"And I can assist with cleaning, cooking, and anything else you might need."
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But he also cannot deny that he's done little to maintain the house, or just the living space he's been using, either. He's meant to, but he hasn't had the energy or the motivation, and it's not like anyone but him will see it. Most of the time. If she's willing to take up the task...
Well, it's not like he doesn't have the room. The cottage is small, but he's hardly used most of it, and there is a perfectly good bed gathering dust in the bedroom. Still, he feels a small twist of guilt and uncertainty. "Are you... sure?"
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So she is not going to judge him for being there right now.
She heads over to him, and places a hand on his shoulder. "You would be doing me a favor, honest. Don't know if you heard... but my Nexus apartment got ransacked during Winter, and I decided against going back there. Cricket has his new place. And Loki has his. And both of them are sort of settling right now..."
"It ain't safe for me to be back in my world. So if I am here... then I have a roof over my head. And someone to keep me company."
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It seems like such a small thing to lose, in the grand scheme of things, and yet... it's something that he can do for her. Something that requires no effort on his part to arrange, even, nothing he would need to rally himself to do.
And Asvera is a village of the lost, those who have no other home. Not just Asgardians.
"Then... then stay," he decides, and though this one act of kindness will not make up for what he's done, he would still do it. He can still do something good.