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]

"Oh... I meant did you ever have a sleepover! But sharing a meal with teammates sounds great..." Harley grins.

"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.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor shrugs, taking a bite of his pizza. "As I said, we did share living space. Stark provided rooms for all of us, and allowed us to adjust the decor as we liked." A small, fond smile is on his lips as he thinks of those better days, before they had known what danger they faced. Before everything had gone wrong. "When we were at the tower, much time was spent in each other's company."

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.

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley and Pam know how it feels to be torn away from a team. Or those they once trusted... and can not have the same connection with, as before.

"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.

[pirateangelbaby]

Perhaps it's for the best that it's Pamela asking. Firmly under the influence of her pheromones, right now it doesn't hurt as much for Thor to think of his friends, better able to remember the good times without the constant stab of grief grinding away in his belly. Distanced, not as raw, as if he's had years to process instead of only months.

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.

[sweetcandygirl]

"Maybe you could bring the ones who are keeping busy a few vegetables, when they are grown. Make sure they are eating." Pamela has eaten little of the pizza.

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.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Maybe I could," he agrees easily. They have already done so much for him, no matter if he deserves the help or not; it's only right to give back, when he can.

The pizza does not taste quite like the ones he'd eaten in New York, but it's good enough that Thor finishes off whatever the ladies don't eat. "There's always room for popcorn."

[sweetcandygirl]

"I have a few movies for us to pick from. So we can enjoy the popcorn with a good flick." Harley smiles, as she starts to clear the table.

[pirateangelbaby]

By now, Harley probably has a good idea what kind of television Thor tends to watch these days, and what he steers well clear of. Nothing with violence or war, or dramas that rely on grief to drive the plot. But sit-coms, animated family films, or feel-good stories, those are all right, even if he doesn't always laugh at the comedic parts.

"I trust you," he tells her with a small smile. Odds are pretty good he won't recognize most of her selections anyway.

[sweetcandygirl]

She has chosen a few different animated family films today. Something that they can just watch, and be relaxed around.

Somewhere between the first and second movie, the popcorn comes out. And Pamela insists of helping Thor with getting the tangles out of his hair.

It becomes a little mini sleepover. The three of them just spending time together.