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Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard ([personal profile] pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-06-15 09:04 am
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Even a God Can Need a Friend [Open to friends]

[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 ([personal profile] coldsong), Prometheus ([personal profile] liverfree), and Sif ([personal profile] 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.
liverfree: (a trouble brow)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-07-05 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
His lingering embarrassment over sharing the tale is well worth the laugh he gets in return. The levity is fleeting, but it's one moment that his friend isn't burdened with his own sadness. "No," he admits sheepishly. "Not that anyone would remember me, but that scroll might still be out there. Better not risk it."

He gives a nod of gratitude at being welcome among Thor's people. "Consider it a debt that can be paid at your leisure, without interest," he says warmly, patting Thor's shoulder before letting go. He'd never insist that Thor owes him anything, although truthfully, he does not not. But he will not insult the generosity of a king.

"I hate to ask, but how are you faring? I hope you are taking solace in the company of friends." Isolation is not a good look for Thor.
liverfree: (Default)

Finally pushes my other humanity-loving, fire-giving immortal out of the way so I can tag!

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-07-30 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Unless one is a Fate or a Norn, the future is impossible to know. There may come a time yet when Prometheus needs Thor's help, when their fortunes may be reversed. But that is not why the Titan offers his assistance, or his compassion. And anyway, an uncomplicated friendship with another deity is gift enough.

It is reassuring to know that he is being looking after, although it takes him a moment to place the name. "I have heard of Harley," he says. "She's... involved with Loki, yes? Hopefully I can meet her sometime." Normally he worries after humans who enter relationships with gods. Very few of them work out in his experience, and quite often it is the human who suffers the most for it. But from what he's been told, Harley can most definitely take care of herself.

That quiet admittance from Thor cuts his own musings short. He nods in sympathy, placing a warm hand on his friend's shoulder. Not to urge him to look his way, but merely to remind him that he is there to listen. "Weaker deities would break in your position," he tells him. "You are doing as well as you can be, under the circumstances."
liverfree: (i'm sorry you what?)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-07-31 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep an eye out for her. I've heard she's very colorful." He smiles a little, but otherwise lets the subject drop. He knows what it's like to lose family, although he was never as close to any of his brothers as Thor was to Loki.

(Although he makes a mental note to give Epimetheus a call when he returns to his Earth. Just to see how he's doing lately, not because he misses the idiot or anything...)

"You're with your people," he answers with that same level of certainty. It is true that Thor is up here instead of down in the village, but he could have just as easily taken off to some far-off port to drink alone, to forget his duties in an effort to scrub away his shame. That's a good sign, in the Titan's opinion, and he's about to voice as much, but then Thor drops some information that puts his continued depression in a new and unpleasant light. "Gone?" he repeats in surprise. "Is that possible? I thought that they were as old as your universe. What happened to them?"
liverfree: (a trouble brow)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-07-31 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, this is terrible news indeed. Prometheus shakes his head gravely, although there's nothing about the situation that he blames on a lack of forethought. It is a sad misfortune, made worse by how closely Thor and his allies missed retrieving the stones from Thanos' grasp. How oddly fitting for such a monster to use the stones on one another, to destroy that which gave him such power to begin with.

"I am sorry," he says quietly. He puts his hand on Thor's shoulder, turning towards him, body language open and accepting. "I am so sorry. I know you were hoping..." He trails off. He was hoping, too. He doesn't want this to be the ending of Thor's struggles. "Listen, friend. Killing Thanos may not have changed the past, but a madman like that, who knows what else he might have done. You were right to eliminate him. It was a justice done."
liverfree: (relaxed happy)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-01 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Thor's reaction... well, it doesn't surprise him, not exactly, although the intensity of it catches him a little off-guard. Perhaps this is what the god meant about not being well. Still, he is a Titan, grandson of Gaia, so when Thor grasps onto him, he does not falter, as steady and stable as the ground itself. He drops the hand from Thor's shoulder so that he can grasp back, his grip strong and reassuring. He'd give his friend a hug, but he doesn't want to crowd him while he's obviously struggling to breathe normally. Instead, he simply sits silently, exuding calm, his own breathing slow and unhurried.

The rain is not a bother at all, especially because he knows that Thor needs it. When his friend finally speaks, he shrugs and smiles, letting go so that he can brush back his damp curls. "Don't worry about it. The jacket's waterproof." Warmly, he offers his arm again. "Would a hug help? I've been told I'm good at those."
liverfree: (pleased)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-01 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Prometheus has never tried his hand at therapy. That falls under the purview of Asclepius, or perhaps Athena. He always thought Athena would make a good therapist, she was a wonder for providing valuable insight. But he has comforted many humans over the years, watching their struggles and sharing in their grief. Always a little apart, because immortality tends to give you a different perspective on things. But as he watches Thor wrestle with his guilt and shame, he takes on that role as easily as he ever has.

He smiles and follows through on that hug, leaning in and wrapping his arm around Thor. His other one, too, if Thor lets go. This is no bro hug, either -- no quick pat on the back and release. He holds Thor as one would a brother, or a son, keeping him there so long as he wants. He smells like clay and feels like the warmth of a great kiln, his inner spirit ever burning, so long as there are people to care for.
liverfree: (relaxed happy)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-02 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Prometheus wouldn't say a word if Thor did cling to him, or cry loudly, or any other outpouring of emotion. He is glad that the hug seems to help in some small measure, and when Thor starts to pull away, he gives his friend a pat on the back and lets go naturally.

"Anytime," he says, his expression warm as always. He smiles at the offer of a drink. "I'd like that very much, friend. I'll take either, so long as it's hot." He wipes some rain out of his hair, giving an exaggerated shiver. "It's beautiful here, but when you're used to hot, sandy beaches, Norway can be a little chilly. Definitely not bathing suit weather."
liverfree: (i'm sorry you what?)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-02 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Prometheus follows along, nodding amiably at the few people who remain outside, unperturbed by the brief occurrence of rain. It's probably something that happens often around here, he thinks to himself. At least no one need worry about a drought. "Are you people prepared for winter?" he asks. He can't help but remember the terrible winter in the Nexus, and reminds himself that it won't be that way here. No pesky winter spirits, for one thing. "Let me know if I can be of assistance."

He looks over Thor's current living arrangements with a small smile, making note of the distinct decor. It doesn't fit Thor, but it does fit the style of this part of the world. And at least the couch looks comfortable, even though Thor would be better off in a bed.

Using a microwave to heat up mead is a bit of a surprise, but hey, whatever works. He accepts the glass with a warm thanks. "Yamas," he replies, before taking a much lighter sip. Ah, that's better. He blinks at his drink. "Wow, this is the good stuff, isn't it? I haven't had a drink this strong since Dionysius's last birthday party." He pauses, then adds for clarification. "God of Wine. Real sweet guy, love him to pieces. His groupies? Not so much."
liverfree: (Default)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-03 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Good, good." He's pleased to hear about the greenhouse. "What's the farming like up here? Doable? And the power grid is stable?" The last thing one wants is a power outage, especially this far north where sunlight is scant in the winter months. "You have the Nexus, too, at your disposal."

Hopefully. Now it's the Titan's turn to look a touch worried. He doesn't want last winter to have set a precedent.

So far as Prometheus is concerned, Thor is being a great host. He's inside where it's warm and he's got a glass of hot mead. What else does he need? When Thor tells him to make himself at home, he also takes a seat on the couch and slumps back into the cushions. "Nice," he says, both in reference to the comfort level of the couch and the origins of the mead. "Yeah, Earth alcohol is... well, I mean, it's made for humans, it's not going to pack the same punch." He takes another sip from his glass. "Dwarves know their mead, apparently. Who's your supplier in the Nexus?"
liverfree: (sounds fake but okay)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-03 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Thor's reply, combined with the rumble of thunder, makes Prometheus chuckle. "Very clever," he says, his eyes twinkling as he takes in the full implication of what his friend says. "Yes, very clever! I don't think it ever occurred to Zeus to use his powers in such a way. He's so sour about humans harnessing the power of the gods. I'll bet he sulked like mad when Franklin ran that key up the kite string." A pause to sip his mead, and then he adds, "Human inventor. Smart fellow, he figured out that lightning and electricity were one and the same. Among other things."

Prometheus has no reason to overdue the drinking, but he's not about to chastise Thor over it. If it continues into the winter, then he'll have something to say about it, certainly, but for now, his friend's grief is so raw that he won't deny him a small measure of dampening it.

"I know the place you're talking about." He'll leave that topic alone, as well. One might consider it a blessing that Thor has two alternates of his brother in the Nexus, but the Titan knows that it can also be a cruel reminder of what he's lost. The joke is sour in his own mind, but he tries not to let that show. "Hazel is a surprisingly reasonable nature spirit, I don't think she'll curse you now that you've made amends." He sighs and adds, "All the same, Thor, you're better off here. The Nexus has become more complicated than I had thought at first glance. Now that I think about it, Hertha and her children are probably better off here. I'll try hard not to convince her otherwise, it would only be for selfish reasons."
liverfree: (another happy)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-10 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a close enough assumption, as Franklin was nearly as prolific as Stark with his inventions. (And also had a love for the ladies.) Anyway, he's glad that Thor gets the idea, and laughs broadly at his reply. "No, he only works with other gods, if at all. But I'll keep that in mind the next time my phone is running a little low."

Haha, just kidding, he never lets his phone go below fifty percent.

Prometheus considers Loki's presence in the Nexus a gift as well. He has grown very fond of the both brothers, and though they are from different universes, he's grateful to the Fates that they can rely on one another in this trying time. And that their people had someone to care for them during their evacuation into the Nexus.

Picking up on Thor's worried tone, Prometheus smiles reassuringly. "Oh, I'll be here as often as I can," he says, relaxing back into the couch as if to demonstrate the point. "Whether they come here or not, I recognized many faces here and would love to help out as needed. My pottery shop does not need as much tending to as one would think. My numel has gotten quite good with the cash register."

He takes a sip from his glass, leaving Thor to picture Hephie working a machine with his stubby little feet. "Depending on how this winter goes, I may need an atlernate place to stay. But I have a few months to worry over that. You might want to think about what you'll do if the Nexus becomes inaccessible again."
liverfree: (a trouble brow)

[personal profile] liverfree 2019-08-13 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Prometheus has made too many friends in the Nexus to turn his back on the place as a whole, Thor chief among them. In many ways, the Nexus reminds him of ancient times, when powerful beings roamed with impunity, leaving humans vulnerable and caught in the crossfire. Someone has to be around to balance the scales.

"I have tried already," the Titan replies, amused by the question. "He doesn't have the dexterity for it, unfortunately. But he is a big help, regardless." Thor is probably right about the sleeping thing. It's not like Prometheus needs the revenue from his shop, although a cute little pokemon behind the counter does help sales.

He's glad to hear that Thor has given the future at least a little thought. "Speed things up?" he asks curiously, before taking a long sip of mead. Fates, this is a good mead. He'll have to pay a visit to the Viper's Pit sometime. Still, he can't shake his concern about Winter causing problems again. As if sensing that concern mirrored, he leans forward and pats Thor's knee. "Tell you what, if there are signs that the Nexus is going to go through another bad storm, I'll do what I can and then relocate here instead of my own world. If that is all right with you?"

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