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thecapitol2014-10-04 03:00 am
worldsaway) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-04 03:00 am
We’re all scared of trenches. [semi-closed]
Who| Thor and [closed] to close CR/people who have arranged to meet him. Mostly Avengers/Vikings but if you have a burning need just message me!
What| Thor returns from the glorious finale and is understandably ruffled by how it went down.
Where| D2, the commons/particularly the bar area/training center
When| After Thor dies.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of a vicious death, drinking to cope
If there's any good Thor can take from this, it's that his legs don't hurt anymore. He awakes and returns to his dwellings in silence, the weight of the past few months sitting heavily on his shoulders. Self care comes first. He eats, he drinks, he showers and he tries to make himself rest in silence for at least a while. He soaks in all that he has gone without in the Arena, but he can't stay idle for long. Being alone makes him repeat everything, every mistake he made and every chance he should have used. It will be much better to be around people, his people. He hadn't expected Bro's words to stick and resound for so long, but it gives him something to strive for. To be, as he put it, selfless or whatever and someone to lean on just as Thor should be.
And so he sets off to find them, and he'll poke his head around many places in the tower. He's dressed casually in a flannel shirt over a white shirt and jeans with his hair pulled back, he definitely looks as unimpressive as he feels, but he won't dwell on that. He'll wander through the training center first in the hopes of approaching his friends, then he'll move to the commons in the hopes of catching them as they pass before moving to treat himself to a drink at the lobby bar. Eventually, he'll find himself back up in District Two and acquaints himself with the couch, knowing people will seek him out there.
Even with his friendly intentions, he can't help the fact that he's glowering for the most part. He tries to look approachable, but the stern annoyance is apparent in his expression.
What| Thor returns from the glorious finale and is understandably ruffled by how it went down.
Where| D2, the commons/particularly the bar area/training center
When| After Thor dies.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of a vicious death, drinking to cope
If there's any good Thor can take from this, it's that his legs don't hurt anymore. He awakes and returns to his dwellings in silence, the weight of the past few months sitting heavily on his shoulders. Self care comes first. He eats, he drinks, he showers and he tries to make himself rest in silence for at least a while. He soaks in all that he has gone without in the Arena, but he can't stay idle for long. Being alone makes him repeat everything, every mistake he made and every chance he should have used. It will be much better to be around people, his people. He hadn't expected Bro's words to stick and resound for so long, but it gives him something to strive for. To be, as he put it, selfless or whatever and someone to lean on just as Thor should be.
And so he sets off to find them, and he'll poke his head around many places in the tower. He's dressed casually in a flannel shirt over a white shirt and jeans with his hair pulled back, he definitely looks as unimpressive as he feels, but he won't dwell on that. He'll wander through the training center first in the hopes of approaching his friends, then he'll move to the commons in the hopes of catching them as they pass before moving to treat himself to a drink at the lobby bar. Eventually, he'll find himself back up in District Two and acquaints himself with the couch, knowing people will seek him out there.
Even with his friendly intentions, he can't help the fact that he's glowering for the most part. He tries to look approachable, but the stern annoyance is apparent in his expression.
training center;
There hadn't been many left in that last week, most she was unfamiliar with, but she knew Thor. She knew him well, drunkenly deciding to send her support in the best way a Viking knew how to, with a drink (or forty-three to start, she wasn't really counting), hoping it might help to raise his spirits. Whether that was the case or not, it didn't prevent his inevitable death, something that came to her as a shock perhaps just as much as her own.
Someone had asked her if she would be angry if he didn't win, but his death resulted in just the opposite. Pushing away the alcohol, she returned to the training center, where she was meant to be, and returned to becoming dedicated in getting stronger. Thor fought as hard as he could in the end, avenging those who died and protecting those that lived on. The man she had always believed in never once faltered in the arena and even in death, showed her that they needed to keep pushing forward no matter how horrifying this world was.
She ceases her training, dropping her axe, only when she sees him, chest tightening when she sees the all too familiar tall blond, perhaps not in an appearance she's accustomed to, but alive. There's an attempt at a smile, subtle but there to show she's glad to see him, all too relieved to know he's okay.
He may have died—they both had—but it hadn't been the end, not in the least.
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Alas, it would do him no good to sulk. He isn't the type who really needs to be propped up by others to feel accomplished, but he is the sort to get involved to better himself and move past mistakes. He can at least begin by seeking out those he could not find in the Arena, and Astrid is very high on that list. He'd found the note from Darcy and he'd be lying if he said it didn't inspire a little tenacity in him.
He has a feeling he'll find her in the training center and he isn't disappointed to see her there doing just that. He'd been watching for a moment before she'd caught him, but he greets her with a smile that grows wider as he approaches. "It's a pleasure to see you, Astrid." He bows his head to her. "I do not think I will have to explain why I ought to thank you." He gives her a sly smile. "I drank well."