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

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[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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[liverfree]

Prometheus snorts out a laugh. The mead is having an effect on him, too. He's no lightweight, but god-tier alcohol is harder to come by these days. "No, no, no. Not even a four-legged horse, that was thanks to Poseidon. But he had a thing about disguises. He's been a bull, a swan, a rain shower, an ant." He gives Thor a 'can you believe this guy?' kind of look. "What kind of pick-up artist decides to be an ant? It worked, though. He's the father of half the gods on Olympus, and dozens of heroes. Everyone says that his wife, Hera, is foul-tempered, but I would be, too, if my husband acted like that."

He takes another sip of mead, nearly emptying his glass. "Was that Sleipnir you were referring to? Where'd he come from?"

[pirateangelbaby]

In his lifetime, Thor has heard of plenty of kinks, but turning into an ant is a new one on him. He coughs on a mouthful of mead, nearly swallowing it wrong when he goes to laugh incredulously, and thumps his metal hand against his chest until it goes down right. “Seriously?”

Yeah, on hearing this story, Thor’s not surprised that Hera is grumpy either. “And she still stays with him, knowing that?” Though if he knew that Hera’s wrath tends to get directed at the poor mortals and the like that Zeus seduces, rather than her horny husband, he’d have other questions, probably ones that Prometheus couldn’t answer. Either way, he thinks it’s a damn good thing that Prometheus tends to stay the hell away from that side of his family.

Sleipnir is a far more familiar topic, and Thor nods, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Father always told us that he was a gift when he first took the throne, presented by some dignitary from another Realm. Maybe that’s true, I dunno. I know he had Sleipnir when Hela was still conquering worlds, I saw it on a mural in the palace,” he adds, a troubled frown on his face before he shakes his head. “He was unique, one of a kind. Loki always figured if horses prayed to anybody, it’d be Sleipnir.”

[liverfree]

It feels great to share this nonsense with someone else. The other gods (and the humans at the time) all treated Zeus's antics as, if not normal, at least acceptable. He grins at Thor's reaction. "You can fact check it on wikipedia if you don't believe me."

On the subject of Hera, the Titan shrugs. "It's good to be the Queen. She puts up with a lot of bullshit, but she gives as good as she gets, too. Honestly, between the two of them, I'd be more afraid of her. Her vengeance is legendary. I always liked talking to her, though. When she's not in a jealous rage, she can be pretty reasonable."

Hearing the story of Sleipnir's origin is fascinating, even if there isn't much to it. "I was hoping it wasn't like what I read," he says, then holds up a hand in appeasement. "Not that there's anything wrong with having a horse for a kid, but, uh... well, I like that your family isn't quite so... feral. In that sense, anyway." Even though talk of Loki is a sensitive subject, he adds quietly, "Your brother is very good with children. The Asgardian kind... probably the human kind, too."

[pirateangelbaby]

Maybe it's just the similarity of their names, or what he's heard of this Hera's personality, but Thor is suddenly very glad that Hela is dead and can't meet her. They'd either get along like a house on fire, or just burn everything down regardless. Though whether Hela might have ever been reasoned with, well, Thor never saw her when she wasn't on a rampage, so it's hard to say. Either way, Thor has had his fill of vengeance until he's sick from it, and he would rather cut off his other arm too than butt heads with someone so bent on it as Hera sounds. "Charming," he says dryly.

Prometheus' haste to assure him that having animals for children is nothing to be ashamed of gets a quiet chuckle out of Thor. "The humans do have vivid imaginations, don't they? Fenrir didn't turn out to be one of his children either; she was Hela's warbeast, though just as fierce as the legends say. It took Hulk to take her down."

It's still so strange to Thor to mourn one Loki while another still remains accessible to him, nearly identical to the point where there are days where Thor forgets that they were different people at all. Yet even in years past, when Thor had seen his brother die and later had him turn up alive and well, the relief of having him back had done little to lessen the horror of having watched his death in the first place. And this last time was the worst of them all, all the more for knowing that it was real, and the Loki that yet lives in the Nexus still died at the Mad Titan's hand. His smile is a little watery, this too-familiar grief well settled in his chest and muffled enough under the blur of drink that it doesn't drive him to begin weeping again. "He is. More than I'd thought he would be. I'd always hoped that he would make a good uncle to my children, when I'd have them. Maybe raise his as cousins to mine." That had been before either of them had learned the truth, that they were not brothers by blood, and then things had changed so rapidly - Loki's fall, his madness, redemption and fate coming to bear too quickly for them to settle fully into a new paradigm.

Thor had assumed they would have more time to talk about it, to figure out where they stand. He's glad to have had that opportunity with the Loki who yet lives, a second chance that the brother of this world will never have now. The only comfort he has is that Loki must surely rest in Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever.

[liverfree]

Prometheus snort-laughs at Thor's response, but his humor is short-lived. "The truth is," he says with heavy sigh, stretching his legs out before him. "Is that the whole lot of them can be bastards at any time. Even Athena. Athena! The goddess of wisdom, Thor, she is brilliant, and even she's been known to fly off the handle if a mortal crosses her." He shakes his head. "Maybe it's different for me, since I made humans, but I simply can't imagine striking down a single one of them. I want them to do better than me. Isn't that what every parent should want for their children? Or a god for their people?"

Ugh, this is depressing. He scrubs his face and sits back up. "Fenrir," he repeats, then blinks. "The giant wolf! Now there's a creature that would have fit right in where I'm from. Fates, am I glad to hear that he was taken care of. I'd have to stay permanently huge if he was out and about for my own safety."

It is touching, to hear Thor speak about raising his children alongside Loki's as cousins. It sounds like a hope from a long time ago, something to be cherished, even if it can no longer be true. He smiles, softly and with understanding. "Do you think you'd like to settle down in that way? Take a wife, or... you know, whatever your personal preference is, and have children? I can tell you from personal experience that raising a child is a unique experience. Creating children out of clay is rewarding, as well, but it's not the same."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor is absolutely on the same page as Prometheus on this one. "You'd think. My family doesn't exactly have the best history of that either." Though how deep it ran, he'll never know. Odin, at least, had seemed to have a change of heart in his latter days, or perhaps that's why he pushed his sons so hard in the first place. Thor had always tried to be perfect, to please his father and never tolerate weakness in himself or others, but that has turned back to bite him in the worst possible way. Or maybe Thor had just learned the wrong lessons along the way. Either way, he is on his own now, and he will never be exactly the king that Odin was. Time will tell if that's a good thing or not.

Fenrir, of all things, is a happier subject to discuss. Or at least not depressing for both of them. The final battle for Asgard had been a victory, maybe the last one that Thor has ever had, no matter how it had turned out in the end. "Oh, yes. Hulk threw her right off the edge of the world, otherwise I'm not sure how we would have stopped her. I was busy fighting Hela herself at the time, as well as her army of undead. If there's a Jormungandr out there as well, I haven't met him yet."

Ever since that fateful day at the Garden, Thor has found it difficult to think of the future, what might become of him and his people beyond the immediate day-to-day. Everything he'd thought he was prepared for, the type of kingship he'd been raised to expect, has been tipped on its head and left him floundering in the aftermath. Yet at the same time, he's aware - always aware - that even with the number of children saved, their people number so few now that they can't afford to not have new children to pass their knowledge and traditions to. Especially when it comes to the royal family, of which there is no one left but Thor. "Yeah. I'm supposed to. I am still king, for what that's worth these days." He gestures vaguely with his glass in the direction of the village beyond his walls, and doesn't really manage to smile. "You know, I'd always hoped I'd marry for love, not politics. My father didn't start pushing on the matter until I courted Jane because he disapproved of my choice. But that's over now anyway."

He does still mourn their breakup, but truly, Thor understands that it was for the best. Especially now, when he has seen so much death. How much harder would her loss hit him after eighty or so years together, only to lose her to the inevitability of age? Not to mention any children they would have together. Thor would outlive them all. He does not regret loving Jane, and he never will. Those days are fond memories, bittersweet though they are in hindsight, and he cherishes them. But in this... maybe Odin was right to try dissuading his son from a path that could lead to nowhere but heartbreak.

[liverfree]

"This is why I never want to be a god," he says with a sigh, before giving Thor a sheepish look. "Uh, no offense. At least on my world, it comes with a ton of baggage that I don't want to deal with." He sighs and adds thoughtfully, "Maybe you have to be a bastard to ascend to Olympus. I'm much happier where I am, even if my glory is in the accomplishments of humanity and not my own powers."

His nose wrinkles at the mention of the sea serpent. "If he does, we can toss him at the kraken and let them fight it out on an abandoned planet. Like a... oh, what do the humans call them? A kaiju movie." He's being a bit irreverent because of the mead, but it is fun sometimes to speculate.

As the conversation turns back to marriage and children, he listens silently, a moment or two passing before he replies. "I don't see why you still can't marry for love. I married for love and I wasn't even looking for a relationship. Was Jane a mortal, was that why your father disapproved?" The Titan has always had a deep discomfort with gods being involved with mortals for a variety of reasons, although most of those don't apply to Thor. He's not a 'love them and have his wife find out and turn them into a cow' sort of god.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Mm, none taken." It's not like he's wrong. Though the thought of being able to just turn one's back on godhood as easily as Thor had once turned his back on the throne puts an odd sort of yearning in his chest, as if perhaps by being nothing more than a man, Thor might have avoided all this. Wishful thinking, he knows; it would have happened anyway, had he not been involved. So he puts a smile on his face, no matter that there's no spark in his eye. "I'm glad for you. You've got a good thing going; don't let anyone tell you different."

What's a kaiju movie? Never mind, doesn't matter. If something else would fight the World Serpent for him, then so be it. Thor taps his glass against Prometheus' in a mock toast to that idea, though he nearly misses. Might be more the alcohol than the depth perception this time, but he doesn't seem to mind either way.

"Oh, yes. Clever, passionate, brave... very human." His voice wobbles a little as he realizes he doesn't even know if Jane is alive right now. Fifty-fifty chance either way. There's a part of him that really, really does not want to know. It's none of his business anymore anyway, right? She's moved on, and he's supposed to have done the same. Thor clears his throat, and runs his free hand through his hair, or at least he tries before the tangles stop him and he's no longer coordinated enough to sort it out. "It was kind of a... long-distance thing, for a while. Her work kept her busy, and so did mine. Didn't work out. We broke up a while ago."

[liverfree]

Prometheus chuckles wryly. "Believe me, I know. I had a small following in Athens for a time... it was very stressful. It's not that I shy away from responsibility, but it didn't feel right. I'm a personification of Forethought, but I can't grant it in others. All I can do is give humans the tools necessary to work things out for themselves." It's why he's so happy when they succeed, and why he doesn't feel like they owe him anything, either.

The mock toast amuses him, although if he knew that all of his pop culture references are going over his friend's head, he would elaborate. He misses enough of them as it is, and he's lived among them for most of his life. There's just so much. It's impossible to keep up with human creativity.

"She sounds like someone worth knowing," he says warmly, after another sip of mead. It sounds like her fate is currently uncertain, which has the Titan looking away, trying to hide his own discomfort. That hits a little too close to home for him, not that Thor would know about how long it's been since Prometheus has seen his wife. "That's how it is for me and Hesione. She's an ocean nymph, the sea is her home. We lived together while raising Deucalion, but otherwise she stays in the water and I stay with humans. We meet up every so often. It's why I'm so fond of the beach."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor furrows his brow as he thinks hard on that. “Does that make you the god of - no, titan, sorry - of common sense, then?” If so, that sounds ridiculously useful. He can think of several people who could use more of that. Himself, included.

With as strongly as Thor wishes he could rewind time, nostalgia is a heavy hitter for him these days, and Jane is no exception. He sniffs, but he’s smiling a little. “She is. She hit me with her car the day we met,” he admits, something he can laugh about now, even if it’s brief and quiet. “Gave me clothing and food and a place to stay in my exile, and when the Bifrost was broken, she searched for a way to come to me instead. Few humans ever set foot on Asgard, and she was one of them, though I wish it’d been a social call, you know? But in the end, I couldn’t be there for her when she needed me, and I... our break-up was for the best,” he concludes, and he at least mostly believes it.

When he thinks about children now, he does not see having them with Jane, at least. Though someone dark-haired and strong-willed still lingers in his thoughts, and were he more sober, he might start to wonder if he has a type after all.

His frown returns a little as he listens to Prometheus talk about his wife. “I don’t know if I could... I mean, that sounds kind of lonely.” Maybe a little too blunt of a way to put it, but Thor has never been the wordsmith that his brother was, and he’s a little too drunk to come up with anything better.

[liverfree]

"Close," Prometheus says with a grin. "Forethought is planning ahead, which I suppose is a kind of common sense. If there's a god of common sense, I'd love to meet them. I was able to grant humans forethought when I created them, which is something that most animals lack. It's not their fault, of course, it was my brother squandering his gifts on them without thinking ahead."

Getting hit by a car isn't much of a meet-cute, but knowing Thor's strength, Prometheus can laugh along with him. Although he's sorry to hear that Thor's relationship with Jane didn't work out, he's not terribly surprised, either. Maybe if the two of them had met in the Nexus. That seems to be the one place where such relationships can flourish. He pats Thor's arm comfortingly -- his flesh and blood one. "Mortals come into our lives in surprising ways. It's good to have memories you can cherish of your time with her."

The Titan's smile turns wry. "It works for us." Although this latest gap between visits is longer than he'd prefer. "Honestly, until I met her, I assumed that I would never be interested in anyone romantically. It's not really my style. Or maybe what happened to my brother scared me away from a traditional marriage. The gods made him a wife as a punishment. An indirect punishment, but..." He trails off and sighs. "Never mind, don't let me yuck your yum, Thor. If you want a wife who is with you always, you should have that."

[pirateangelbaby]

Someday, Thor is going to have to ask Prometheus more about this whole ‘making humans’ thing. How it works, why he decided to do it, that sort of thing. Just because Thor’s not a sorcerer doesn’t mean the answers might not be interesting to hear. But right now if he asks, he’s probably going to forget within the hour. Better to wait until the room isn’t swaying so much. “Cheers to you then,” he says instead, raising his glass a little.

The possibility of spending his entire life as a bachelor has honestly never occurred to Thor as a real option. There are certain expectations on a prince of Asgard, particularly the crown prince, and now that he’s king that hasn’t changed a bit. But even that aside, he does want that sort of domesticity, someone to spend the rest of his life with. To make a home. Not... not this, what he has now.

He frowns a little at the turn of phrase, mouthing ‘yuck my yum?’ in befuddlement before just shaking his head. “I do. Or... I did. I don’t know anymore.” He rubs his hands across his face, feeling more tired all of a sudden. “My father wanted me to marry Sif,” he admits, and though he’d brushed it off at the time, assuming it was little more than incentive to stop pursuing Jane... he’s had a good long while to think things over, particularly after running into Sif in the Nexus. Bereft of her memories, yet looking at him as if he was the sun itself, and him wondering when in the Nine that happened. Wondering if maybe he should’ve been looking closer all along.

[liverfree]

Prometheus lifts his glass in turn. "And to you, friend." He'd be happy to talk about how he created humans, but Thor is wise to wait until another time to ask. Not only because of his own lack of sobriety, but the Titan's as well. Thor would get a far more rambling answer in his current state, laced with tangents and anecdotes and pop culture references that would leave the god more confused than enlightened.

Such as using 'yuck my yum', which Prometheus only picked up recently, but enjoys using, as he does many colloquialisms. He catches that look of confusion on Thor's face, and laughs, waving his hand. "Sorry. It means I shouldn't put down something that you like just because it's not for me. It's a human phrase. They always come up with such amusing ways of saying things."

Then he settles down again and listens, but only until Thor mentions Sif. "Oh!" He sits up suddenly. "Oh, I met her! Oh, Thor. She's something else. Ready to help everyone, even without her memories... did she ever get her memories back? Do you know? I haven't seen her since."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor groans and tips his head back, a little more dramatically than is really called for. "Every time I think I've got their slang down, they come up with something else. How do you keep up?" And Prometheus isn't even friends with Tony Stark, the source of a truly dizzying amount of turns of phrase, from whom Thor has learned a great deal of his Earth vocabulary, if not on purpose.

Prometheus' enthusiasm about Thor's childhood friend is in stark contrast to the way Thor's chest feels twisted up into a tight knot, though greatly muffled by the alcohol. "I dunno. Haven't seen her since th' funeral. I don't know if she..." If she is - was - the Sif from this universe. If she vanished into dust. If he'll ever see her again.

He's probably overthinking it. That's all he seems to be able to do these days. He takes another long, deep drink, trying to chase those thoughts away and lose them in the fog. "I should go find her," he decides abruptly, though he can't quite seem to stand up to do it. "At least tell her... what happened to Heimdall."

[liverfree]

"I don't!" Prometheus confesses with a laugh. "I just pick up whatever I hear when I spend time with them. I'm usually stuck a couple of decades behind, if I'm being totally honest. They make up such wonderful phrases and then toss them away!" He thinks for a moment, then adds, "Whenever you're in doubt, look the phrase up on the internet. These days you can find out what anything means on there." It won't help Thor in the moment, but at least he'll have a better grasp of it later.

The Titan's enthusiasm eases considerably. He hopes for Thor's sake that she did survive. He's already lost too much. "I'll look for her," he offers. "And bring her here, if I do. She might be in the Nexus, or back in her universe, if it's different from yours."

[pirateangelbaby]

Prometheus is certainly not wrong. Coming from a culture whose language has remained largely the same for possibly tens of thousands of years, coming back to Midgard after a thousand year absence was culture shock enough the first time, let alone when Thor returned a year later to find that even more had changed in his absence. "I will be googling things all day," he laments, not quite seriously. Though honestly, maybe he should do as Steven had done, carrying a notebook and jotting down unfamiliar things to look up later. But that seems like effort.

It's a relatively small thing that Prometheus is offering, but it means a great deal to Thor. He's lost so many, so much, that even the smallest things are worth clinging to with everything he has. "Thank you. I... I miss her." By the Nine, he is tired of crying all the time, but he can't help it. He smiles anyway, trying to think of better days, happier times. "We've known each other since we were children, you know. Asgardian women aren't s'posed to be warriors but she did it anyway. Have I told you about that?" If nothing else, spending the rest of his friend's visit drunkenly rambling on about his childhood friends sounds a much more pleasant way to pass the time than crying into his beer until he falls asleep.

[liverfree]

Prometheus has the advantage of having lived with humans for most of their existence. Although he isn't ashamed to look something up if he is clueless about it. "You can text me, too. Or you can embrace the fact that you're out of date. No one hassles me about it." Of course, considering how he has a tendency to treat all humans as though he's their benevolent uncle, or a proud sports coach, the out-dated slang fits his persona and ends up being endearing rather than irritating.

Tony Stark would probably still give him a hard time, though. You can't please everyone!

The Titan wordlessly pats Thor's arm again. Not such a small thing, he'll do his best to find out her whereabouts. "No, I don't think we've talked about Sif. I've read about her, of course, but the myths are not the same as reality. They really don't let Asgardian women become warriors? What about the Valkyries?" There's also Thor's creepy sister, but he's not about to bring her up again.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Special case. They all died before I was born. Or we thought they did," Thor starts, vaguely gesturing toward the rest of the village in an attempt to indicate the Valkyrie who's probably down at the docks as they speak. "Even back then they prob'ly got shit for it. But no Valkyries, no women warriors. It's a... a gender role thing. Like my seidr," he adds, failing to specify which type, though by now his friend can guess he doesn't mean the lightning.

"Women were supposed to learn magic and homemaking; Sif thought it was bullshit, so she pushed to train just like all the boys. Had to fight hard to get anyone to take her seriously." It seems hard to talk about her at first, a reminder of more innocent times he can never return to, but the longer he speaks the easier it gets. The words meander from him, his tongue loosened by the drink, as he recounts fond childhood memories of getting into trouble with Sif at his side, tales of adventure with Thor and Sif and the Warriors Three, young and brash and unstoppable.

It was happier times, and for the moment at least, Thor can dwell in them as if they'd never left. Maybe tonight, when he sleeps, he'll have good dreams again, a reprieve from those that haunt him.