Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-09-10 08:04 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-09-10 08:04 pm
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The Calm Before The Storm [for juststeverogers]
[Trigger warnings: implied suicidal thoughts]
It's been months since Thor spent any significant amount of time away from home, and he's surprised to realize how much he misses it already. Surprised he's even thinking about Norway as being home, or that he would want to be there more than here, among his shieldbrothers and sisters, the Avengers. What's left of them.
It'd be one thing if this was a social call, like Steven's birthday. But this... this is something else entirely, and just the thought of what they're planning to do makes Thor's skin crawl.
The Infinity Stones no longer exist.
So they're going to go back to when they did.
They haven't even begun to tackle the problem of keeping the loops stable, of how to ensure that nothing they do in the past will affect the timeline and implode the entire universe in on itself. Today was just for determining where the Stones even were, and only Thor had known the location of the Aether.
Of course.
He honestly doesn't entirely remember what he said during his turn to speak, as if he'd left his own body and someone else did the talking for him. Disassociation, Eir has told him it's called. He's pretty sure he stuck to the facts, about how no one knew where Bor had hid the Reality Stone until Jane stumbled across it during the Convergence, and that the only time they might have a chance at getting it from her would be when she was on Asgard. And then he'd pretty much checked out at the realization that no one else here has been to Asgard but him, and that if this insane nonsense of a plan actually works, they're probably going to send him there.
To Asgard.
Of course, chances are still pretty high that this isn't going to work and this is all just chasing wildfowl, but either way as soon as today's planning session was over, Thor made a beeline for his room to retrieve one of the last bottles of mead he'd brought along, and has found himself a quiet spot elsewhere in the complex to get as drunk as he can on what supplies he has left. The roof is as isolated a spot as he can find, under the open sky, which is streaked here and there with clouds that blot out some of the stars. Thor sits on the edge, unconcerned by the meager drop of a few stories, and turns his eye skyward to watch the slow shift of the weather above, and takes a long pull from the bottle.
It's been months since Thor spent any significant amount of time away from home, and he's surprised to realize how much he misses it already. Surprised he's even thinking about Norway as being home, or that he would want to be there more than here, among his shieldbrothers and sisters, the Avengers. What's left of them.
It'd be one thing if this was a social call, like Steven's birthday. But this... this is something else entirely, and just the thought of what they're planning to do makes Thor's skin crawl.
The Infinity Stones no longer exist.
So they're going to go back to when they did.
They haven't even begun to tackle the problem of keeping the loops stable, of how to ensure that nothing they do in the past will affect the timeline and implode the entire universe in on itself. Today was just for determining where the Stones even were, and only Thor had known the location of the Aether.
Of course.
He honestly doesn't entirely remember what he said during his turn to speak, as if he'd left his own body and someone else did the talking for him. Disassociation, Eir has told him it's called. He's pretty sure he stuck to the facts, about how no one knew where Bor had hid the Reality Stone until Jane stumbled across it during the Convergence, and that the only time they might have a chance at getting it from her would be when she was on Asgard. And then he'd pretty much checked out at the realization that no one else here has been to Asgard but him, and that if this insane nonsense of a plan actually works, they're probably going to send him there.
To Asgard.
Of course, chances are still pretty high that this isn't going to work and this is all just chasing wildfowl, but either way as soon as today's planning session was over, Thor made a beeline for his room to retrieve one of the last bottles of mead he'd brought along, and has found himself a quiet spot elsewhere in the complex to get as drunk as he can on what supplies he has left. The roof is as isolated a spot as he can find, under the open sky, which is streaked here and there with clouds that blot out some of the stars. Thor sits on the edge, unconcerned by the meager drop of a few stories, and turns his eye skyward to watch the slow shift of the weather above, and takes a long pull from the bottle.
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He just isn't one of them.
Planning for loss feels like giving up before he's started. Steve's not about to give up. He did enough of that moping about the complex for the last several months. With The Plan steadily coming together he has to be everything he can still be. Even if it's not what he was. Steve can't quite manage a smile, but he does lean into the hand on his shoulder ever so slightly.
"Besides, I've got that rune you gave me for Yule. If I bring that, we can't lose. That's how magic works, I'm pretty sure."
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Maybe it's luck, or superstition, or nothing at all in the end. But human belief is a powerful thing, making gods of visitors to their world, driving Earth's people to fight stronger, harder, not from desperation but from confidence and faith.
So instead he gives Steve's shoulder a squeeze of support, and keeps his small smile on his lips. "Justice and victory," he muses out loud. "As far as runes go, it's not a bad choice to have along." He doesn't mention that tyr also stands for a willingness to sacrifice oneself for others, though perhaps Steve has not forgotten. If the fates are kind, they need not consider it at all.