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Priorities of a Silenced Man

WHO| Thor Odinson and OPEN
WHAT| Someone is back, informed about the recent news and coping in as manly a manner as he can
WHEN| After the announcements and the sickness starts to clear up
WHERE| D2, the commons, the training center
WARNINGS/NOTES| None for now. Other than Thor rage.

It's a relief to be alive right now. The way Thor went out alone, there was a residual fear that he'd not be brought back. Alas, the relief and pleasure at seeing his friends is short lived. Steve met him from the get-go with the news of District Three's destruction, giving Thor a chance to control himself from any ill tempered outbursts, but it's difficult. His anger is simmering under the surface, so he sets about to distract himself. Or at least, he sets about to appear he's distracting himself, whilst searching out people to discuss issues at hand with as if it were unsuspecting idle conversation.

But first, he needs to eat.

[Prompt 1: Commons.]
By this point, Thor has amassed as much food as his arms can carry. The last weeks of the Arena he'd been more hungry than he'd ever hoped to be. He doesn't want to fast only to give the impression that he's too caught up in rebellion to eat, he wants to be an unsuspecting, hungry man. And he almost is. He's happily working his way through the variety of food he's presented himself with. It ranges from healthy, hearty to outright junk and he's barely tried any of it before. His expression is pensive for a man digging into a box of dry cereal with his bare hands, but when approached, he will tilt the box toward whomever it may be with a raised brow. He is nothing if not generous.

[Prompt 2: Training Center.]
Thor arrived with the brilliant intention of training, and he had for some time. He'd attacked the punching bag with an incredible amount of fury, he'd figured out the contraptions for lifting weight and let out some of his frustration on moving heavy objects and he'd sought out a sword to get a better feel for it. It seems wrong in his hand after so long with a hammer, but he'd noticed they were in abundance compared to hammers.

After some time, he'll simply hang about the area, towel around his shoulders as he either stares ahead of himself or watches someone's regime intently. He's deep in thought today, finding it difficult to get his mind off everything he's heard about District Three and all those who suffered through the tragedy.

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"So...very...very well." She mumbled in her haze before blinking it away. Her face was flushed and not from the rampant fevers that were plaguing the tower.

"I mean yeah I guess, whatever. How did you die?" She burst out trying to regain her composure and come off as tough and cool rather then awkward and dorky.

"I'm glad to hear it." He says coolly, but the brow remains raised. She is a strange girl in every conversation he's had with her so far, but he isn't so foolish to be oblivious to why she's acting so strange. It earns her a faint smirk.

"You're forward." He muses, wondering if going about asking that is considered acceptable here. "A sorceress was my end. She.. was not herself." And he's deeply bothered he couldn't do more for her.

Strange really is one of the best words to describe Ruffnut, especially without her brother around to help balance out her particular brand of weird.

Blinking away her lust for the time being his fate caught her off guard "They've got sorcererss...es...is?" She stumbled a bit on what the plural for a sorceress would be but shrugged it off.

"What do you mean? Did you know her?"

"They have Thor and a viking here, a sorceress is not such a strange occurrence." He points out, looking curiously at her as if trying to make her understand how limiting her logic is.

"Not personally, but there was a sickness. She reeked of it and she was suffering from it." He tightens his mouth into a frown. "I should like to see her again in her right self." He thinks on that for a moment before his expression darkens slightly. "And who put an end to your reign?"

She tilts her head slightly as she takes this in and then gives a shrug.

"Yeah I suppose that's fair."

Then he moved on to ask her about her own death and her expression darkened. Still she wasn't about to back down from the God of Thunder.

"Some freaky monster guy found me. Blind with all these teeth." She mimed with both hands up to her mouth to indicate just how long and horrific they must have been.

"He was creepy, talking about taking my hair to make a bracelet, saying he wanted to be my friend but coming at me like a hungry dragon. I ran but he caught me, busted me up and then..." She shuddered and instinctively put her arms up around herself as she spat out the words. "Ate me."

Dying had not been as cool as Ruffnut had hoped. And that death in particular full of fear and weakness had been downright shameful. That was no way for a proud daughter of Berk to die! Cowering and sobbing as her flesh was stripped from her bones in a horrific house of reflections and warped reality.

From the get go, Thor's expression is muddled with guilt and concern. He should not have separated from her, he could have easily prevented such a loathsome end for a good viking. The guilt is obvious in his eyes, but some genuine anger is stirring there.

"Only filth truly adhere to the games they want us to play." His voice is a low rumble of godly annoyance. His hands meet her shoulders instinctively when she begins to huddle herself up and he squeezes them comfortingly, he's always been a tactile person, even with people he's unfamiliar with.

"You will make his face known to me and I will make it so he never forgets the consequences of his disgusting actions. He will pay, bitterly." He draws his anger back a little, trying to seem calmer than he is. "You have my word."

Normally Ruffnut would have been all in favor of such violent games, but the way she had died had left her somewhat shaken on the matter. Feeling the powerful, comforting grip of Thor's left her with a sense of warmth that ignited pink in her cheeks once more.

No one had ever offered to avenge her before. That was a new concept to her and it was making her stomach flutter.

"Y-yeah...yeah I can do that." She murmured unable to look away from his face. If she had any doubts of his godhood they were quickly melting away.

Thor knows there's pride in manly sport and violence, even if he doesn't feel compelled to play the game when it isn't something he's chosen to participate in. Eating people, however, is not something he can understand or respect. Ruffnut may be a viking, but she is young, everything she has described sits badly with him. Whoever this man is, Thor hates him.

"Then he shall soon know the consequences of his actions." His expression lightens with that aside and he drops his hands from her shoulders. "Shall we spar?" It's the viking equivalent of 'do you want to build a snowman?', honestly.

Her eyes light up at the prospect. She's never been great at sparring with anyone but her brother but how could she back down from an excuse to grapple with those muscles? It's enough to make the hair on her back stand up with excitement.

"Sure!" She agrees delightedly and suddenly the troubled girl has vanished an in her place is an eager braided puppy looking ready to play.

Her readiness and leap from one mood to another is curious, but it pleases Thor all the same. She has an Asgardian flair to her that he finds he appreciates at a time like this. When everything is unfamiliar, there is always fighting.

"With weapons or fists?" He asks, not holding back a good-natured chuckle at her exuberance.

Her answer comes with a swung fist for his beautiful face. She hates to think of it getting messed up but part of her wonders if a few bruises and scars might make him look even tougher.

"Rrragh!" She roars throwing her body into the shot feeling no need to hold back on the self professed god.

Thor things he's all the more admirable with scars and bruises adorning his face. They're signs of a battle well fought and often, well won. However, even with how abrupt the shot comes, it's too obvious for him to allow it to connect.

"So it is." He muses. He steps back and holds a hand to catch her fist, dragging her forward and aiming a hit for her gut. It's not hard, really, but it's firm enough to be a warning not to make such an obvious move.

The fist is caught and she only has a moment to look surprised before the tap to her gut winds her. Her eyes water but she tries to twist under him while he still has her fist, it's sloppy and confusing by any proper fighting style. She appears to be trying to ram her head into his side.

He can't feel too badly for winding her, not when he knows she had every intention of punching him in the face. She probably would have hurt her hand, so he saved her the pain of that much.

Her head connects with his side, but only because he's laughing too hard to stop it. He actually needs to take a moment to stop himself, headbutting his thick side would likely hurt.

"You'd best do that in your helmet." He finally gets out, once the laughter has stopped.

From somewhere under his armpit she groans.

"I miss my helmet."

Swinging her lanky legs she decides her next best bet is to try and attack him in the back of the knee. Unfortunately he has legs like tree trunks so it's going to be more a matter of if she catches him off balance then a show of power.

"And I miss my hammer." He commiserates. "But we must make do with what they provide." Which is absolutely nothing, of course. The attack on his knees does little to knock him down, but he gives her an appraising look and turns to face her.

"You are spirited, I will grant you. You must learn to use your size as a benefit. It gives you the speed those bigger than you lack." He advices, moving to take a swipe at her. "Try to dodge my strikes."

She dodged the swipe in a rather clumsy fashion which caused her to trip over her own foot and roll to his side. An awkward scramble saw her to her feet though and she took a more defensive stance.

"Don't hold back!" She shouted with a manic and crooked grin.

"I had no intention of it!"

Clumsy, indeed, but it can be worked on. At her demand, he'll grin right back and fire a kick at her. It should be easy to try knock him off his own feet if she can move fast enough, he wonders if she'll manage it.

The kick actually connects as she lunges for him and she is swept off her feet to bounce off the floor spinning like a rolling log.

Sitting up with a groan she didn't hesitate to lunge at him again scrambling across the floor on all fours before getting on two feet and throwing herself at his midsection.

If anything, Thor is thoroughly impressed with Ruffnut's ability to stick to her guns and take a beating. It will prove useful, if harnessed properly and he makes a note to tell her as much.

When she launches at him, he knows it will do no good, but he's gotten himself into a spirited mood and he feels an obligation to let a child be a child. So, he lets himself fall backward onto the foam floors of the center with a mighty thud and a loud roar of defeat.]

Ruffnut lets out a victorious "Whoop!" And tries to lock her arms around his neck in a sort of headlock.

"Gotcha now!" She cheered when that was unfortunately, very far from the truth.

Thor, on the other hand, is once again on the edge of barely contained laughter. Her showboating is ridiculous, but it reminds him of himself at such a young age.

He sits up, seeming entirely unperturbed by the arms around his neck, he's just too busy chuckling to himself.

"I do not think you could hold me long." He challenges, moving to attempt to stand up.

She relaxes her grip and slumps to the floor chuckling in a similar fashion.

"Well of course not. You're Thor! I may be a dragon rider but I'm no god yet."

And really in this world she wasn't even a dragon rider.

"So who trained you how to fight?" She just always assumed that gods came into being knowing how but she'd learned alot about his world just from chatting with him in the arena.

It probably looks a little weird, both of them sitting on the floor of the training center, but it isn't busy enough for Thor to feel too concerned about it.

"Nor am I, and yet.." He trails off with a gesture, clearly teasing her before he considers the answer to her question. "My elders, of course. My father and his counsel for the most part. Asgardians are warriors, we teach one another in the hopes that we remain as strong a realm as ever."

Ruffnut's hardly ever concerned with looking weird...which works out for her.

Ruffnut nodded in understanding. "I've been fighting with my brother since we were born, but our dad and mom taught us how to really scrap." And both parents were equally formidable as all viking families on Berk tended to be.

The mention of her family seemed to drive in a fresh nail of regret that they weren't around and she stuffed it back down deep. That's how one deals with their feelings! Ignoring them.

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