Thunder rolls

[thepowerofthor]

Thor was standing stock still. He had felt the shift, the disconnection. It was like being hurled through the rainbow bridge, backward, powerless. His teeth were clenched and his arms bunched, his hands fists, and Mjolnir in one hand as if to ward off the bad old memories that rushed to his mind. But his eyes opened to see the place he was in and he knew this was not like the nightmares about being cast down and no longer being himself. He felt the reassuring heft of Mjolnir in his hand and the rush of power in his body and mind, and knew he was still himself. But where was he? And how had he gotten there?

Thor held out a hand casually, and a man in a uniform bumped into it, turned to angrily say something, and stopped, then looked up, and up, at Thor, staring. "Excuse me, good sir. Where am I? Is this Midgard?"

He hoped it was, because if it was not, he knew he was in very deep trouble. The next minute, fear faded and a grin fell into his face. Trouble could be fun, right?

Right.

The man stammered, shook his head, and fled before something odder and above his paygrade. Thor sighed but shrugged. Time to find some answers.

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[thepowerofthor]

"There are more kinds of life than most know." He stopped there, though, for her demeanor showed him perhaps he should, and he shifted Mjolnir to his hip, just so, so it faded from view, and from perception. A trick he had learned in self defense when facing the Dire Wraiths in one Dreamworld.

"Nonetheless. What does one do here, for fun, when one is not able to go home?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"That isn't a good thing," she murmurs.

"You can build things fro what you get in the replicators. Or sometimes explore. I walk around the shop a lot, but not where people can see me."

[thepowerofthor]

"What isn't?" Thor canted his head to the side, studying her. In an odd way, it mimicked the 'feel' of his hammer, but in a far less inhuman way.

Thor listened to her words, and nodded. "You do not like to be seen?" In a way she reminded him of his brother, as he had been before he dreamed of the gods. He missed that Loki, a lot.

[abyssum_invocat]

"No,"she says. "It's not that I don't like to be seen. I just like to be able to look back at the things that look at me."

[thepowerofthor]

Thor nodded, slowly. "Ah, okay. I'm sorry if Mjolnir bothered you that way, then. I did not mean for it to be a bother to any."

He hmmmed. "Would you rather it be in view again?" He did not want to disturb such an individual. She seemed like both a child and an adult, at the same time. In a small way, she reminded him of his own life. He had never been just one or the other.

[abyssum_invocat]

She kept an eye on where that hammer had been, and Sinthia never really took her eyes of Thor or his hip as she raised and then lowered a small-boned shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. I know it's there either way."

[thepowerofthor]

"As you wish." Mjolnir faded into view again, and Thor nodded.

"How long have you been here in this place?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"A year," she says. "Maybe more. I like it better here, though. Than at home."

[thepowerofthor]

"Then I pray that you may stay here." Thor thought for a moment and nodded. "I think I would like to stay as well." He had nothing in his home universe, anymore.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I didn't say I liked it here," she says. "I said I liked it better than at home. I don't like being a hostage here. They don't let us wander without getting in trouble and it's just like the soldiers at home. We can't do anything except what they tell us."