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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.
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The talk does help. Truly. He's always been fond of Darcy but rarely had spent much time alone with her. He wasn't with Jane long before he'd been sent here, so he's not experienced much of the homelife he's supposedly gone on to live. But he doesn't like to think of that.
"A dangerous vow to make in a place like this." He chuckles. "The baths of Asgard were far more glorious, you know. Not so sterile and bland, I should think. They were gold and painted and bigger than this entire room." He can't help looking a little distant as he thinks of it. "A man needs a room to bathe in."
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She still isn't sure what's up with all the time weirdness here. Hell, she isn't sure exactly how far down this rabbit hole of wacky goes. What she's sure of, more than anything else in this crazy murder funland, is that Thor's alien god weirdness is the type of weird she's gotten fairly adjusted to.
"I dunno, that much gold sounds a little gaudy," she says with a playful smile. Nuh-uh, no sad gods on her watch. "Y'know, making the bathrooms a little more homey could be fun. I mean, if they don't count it as an act of vandalism and decide to lose their shit about it."
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"Gaudy?" He echoes, making sure to sound as miffed as possible. "If a gold bathroom is gaudy in your eyes I should like to see the impact all of Asgard leaves upon your mind." He gives her a brief side eye for her trouble, but then he considers what she's saying with a nod. "I'm not sure I possess the craftsmanship necessary for it, or I'd have taken it into my hands long ago."
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There's nothing small or delicate about the laugh that Darcy lets out. It's closer to a cackle than anything else. "Dude, please tell me that there's a swimming pool full of gold to pull a Scrooge McDuck in." Okay, he probably has no clue what that means, but still. "I'm sure between the two of us we could figure it out. Or find someone here who has the know-how. I mean, c'mon, someone here has to have some carpentry or metallurgy skills, right?"
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"I don't follow." He says around a mouthful of poptarts, brows knitting together before his expression eases and he chuckles. "You've certainly taken a vested interest in it now. I had thought you were impressed enough with the state of your bathing room."
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"Errr...Scrooge McDuck is an anthropomorphized duck with a fault full of gold coins that he dives into and swims in." Okay, explaining it makes Duck Tales sound really weird. "Hey, just because I'm impressed doesn't mean that there isn't room to improve."