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.

Comments

[magnetic_magpie]

It's a warm greeting and really...those where few and far between. Some of that was his own making, some was the circumstances of ruling Genosha, some was not his doing. But friendliness has been something he hasn't had recently, and even if it's Thor being polite, it's appreciated.

"You're on a starship. Not my universe - dimension, I mean, and not yours. It's not the fault of those here in charge." He'd explain Q, eventually. "But I'm sure they'll recover from their start."