Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (
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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.
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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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"The onions also need trenches. But they need to be further apart. Harley you could start on the other end for those." Pamela instructed.
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Though Thor pays little attention to it, the skies slowly clear as they work, the sun peeking through the clouds for the first time in several days.
It's not difficult work, but nevertheless when they finally stand back and look at their handiwork, Thor feels good about what they've accomplished, small though it is. Little wet hills of earth mark where each seed and bulb is buried, and a little chicken wire for the beans to climb as they grow. It's not enough to sustain the entire village, not by a long shot. But it's a start, humble though it is. A first step.
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Pamela looks at the seeds and bulbs, a satisfied smile on her face. She could use her abilities to hasten their growing abilities. But wants to give something to Thor and his people to look after. They will feel more satisfied eating the vegetables if they are the ones to look after them, and care for them.
"We all need a shower..." Harley grins at Pamela. The other woman rolls her eyes. But still smiles.
"And perhaps supper, if I am invited to your home for such a meal," Pamela glances over to Thor with a smile.
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Mention of a meal gives him pause as he brushes the worst of the dirt from his knees. Thor is genuinely not sure when was the last time he looked in the pantry, and can't remember if there is anything fit to serve all of them. Harley has been doing more of the cooking lately, when it comes to actual meals and not just eating his way through a bag of chips or a box of snack cakes.
"We might have to stop by the grocery first."
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"It would be a good thing to get a few more groceries in the cottage. Ohhhh… let's find out if they have corn we can pop. For tonight!" Harley grins.
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The path back to his cottage would have taken them past the grocery anyway, so it is no detour to stop there on the way. The store is quite small, and the aisles are well-sorted, though the labels on the shelves do not often match what is being kept there, the distribution managed by a single Asgardian woman who is occupied with sorting the latest shipment of dried goods and putting them away. A child toddles along in her wake, a little boy who looks to be around three years old, grasping at the train of her skirt as if he cannot stand to be separated from her.
The woman looks up at the sound of the door opening, and does a double-take when she sees who has walked in. "Your Majesty," she greets him, surprised. Her gaze flicks over the two women as well, recognizing Harley from her presence around the village, though not the green-skinned woman with her. "Is there something I can help you find?"
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They both smile at the Asgardian woman who is managing the grocery.
"Whatcha going to make for supper, Thor?" Harley asks him, an easy smile in his direction. Letting him decide on what supplies they will need. It is one more little thing that might mean a lot, after time.
"Do you have corn kernels? And cooking oil?" Pamela asks, still interested in making popcorn later.
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Thor slowly moves along the shelves himself, casting his eye over the goods in hopes of finding inspiration. Flatbrød, cheese, tomato sauce... "Maybe a pizza?" he suggests to Harley, though he has no idea what a real recipe would be like. He'd certainly eaten enough of it in New York, and it had seemed rather straightforward then.
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Harley smiles, joining him as he looks over the goods on the shelves. "A pizza would be great. Can't go wrong with pizza and popcorn."
"Did you want to stick with just a cheese pizza? Or put other toppings on it?"
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Though it seems daunting to try to even pick toppings from the sheer multitude of options, the idea of leaving a pizza plain had honestly never crossed Thor's mind, and he shakes his head. It's been so long since he's really wanted to eat anything in particular that he is not sure what he wants, however. "Mushrooms and onion," he decides at last, hoping that's all right with his guests. "And a little stockfish." It's something they have in abundance, locally caught and dried, and it just doesn't feel like a meal without some kind of meat. It should be easy enough to create a few experimental slices, while leaving the rest of their creation to vegetables only.
He's utterly lost when it comes to choosing a cheese, however. He's never heard of most of the cheeses in stock, only recognizing that goat cheese probably won't melt the way they want.
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Pamela watches the little boy, and his guardian, with interest. She has a spot spot for children.
"Let's see... so many great cheese choices! Mozza! Ohhhh Cheddar! Ohhhh Goat Cheese! Man... can we just have a little cheese plate too?" Harley asks, excited.
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By now, Harley is more familiar with the kitchen than Thor is, and he will need a little prompting to figure out how to operate the oven, a little more primitive than anything that had ever been in Stark’s tower. Finding an appropriate baking pan, too. There is no recipe to follow, just Harley’s instructions and what little Thor knows about what pizza is supposed to be like, spreading sauce and cheese on top of the flatbread and adding toppings before sliding it into the oven to bake.
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While Harley helps Thor in the kitchen make the pizza, Pamela sets the table for three, finding plates, and cups for all of them. And finds a vase, where she can place a couple of flowers too.
"I do wish a shower before supper, may I use yours, Thor?"
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Without Pamela in the room, the effects of her pheromones still linger, though not quite as strong and immediate. Enough that Thor feels different, even if he can't quite put his finger on why. This is the first good day he has had in months, and he hasn't felt the need to get himself a drink yet.
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"Thank you..." Pamela nods her head.
Harley smiles at Thor. "Thanks for being so accepting of her. Red really has tried to turn her life around recently."
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Harley's follow-up leaves him even more confused, and he pauses in rinsing out the washcloth in the sink. "Why wouldn't I be?"
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"That is why I have been taking her to the Nexus more often recently. She really deserves to know that there are other people out there... that will accept her."
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He doesn't intend to listen to any arguments to the contrary, either. With his hands and face now fully clean of dirt, he moves over to the oven to check on the pizza's progress. It won't be long before it's ready.
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Pamela soon returns to the room. She pours some water into the three glasses on the table. And smiles. "Looks like I have good time. Smells like pizza."
"We haven't had a decent pizza day in ages, Red." Harley grins.
"I think the last time was the sleepover with Catwoman and Enchantress." Pat smiles
"Have you done something like that with the Avengers, Thor?" Harley sits down.
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"Sure, we shared living space for a while when we were all living in Stark's tower," he answers, a pang of nostalgia in his chest, though it was only a handful of years ago. "Sharing a meal after a battle is something we'd done since the first time we were assembled, after the Chitauri invasion. More often at a restaurant than having food delivered, but there were times we did not want to eat in public. Because of injuries, or the like."
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"We shared meals together in Arkham... but it was a little different." Pamela noted softly. "We were not eating as team mates."
"That has changed. Little by little." Harley starts digging into her pizza slice.
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Though Thor has done a great deal to isolate himself, both through necessity and to cope with the guilt, he misses them all dearly. Misses being able to invite Steven for a spirited workout spar, or trading verbal jabs with Stark, or teaching Natasha how to braid her hair in the Asgardian fashion. But those days are gone, and with the Avengers fractured as they are, Thor cannot see them returning to what they once were. Not now.
One more thing to mourn, he supposes. But he is not entirely without friends, either. Steven has visited several times, and Thor has appreciated every single one.
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"Is there anything we can do to help the others?" Pamela asks softly. She was told by Harley about what happened in Thor's world. And hopes she is not intruding too much into his grief.
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For today, at least.
Though while he's able to answer, he's perhaps not as helpful as he'd like to be. "I don't know. Some of them are keeping busy. Helping others. Natasha, Steven, Rabbit... I haven't heard from Stark or Banner, or Barton." There are others, but he doesn't know them well enough to be friends. And others still that have joined the dust and ash of the universe, as even the Avengers did not escape the culling with their numbers unscathed.
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But that seems to be leveled by the fact that Harley has eaten her share, and some of Pam's share.
"Pam always made sure I was eating in Arkham." Harley explains.
"But don't worry... I saved room for popcorn." She grins.
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