Thor wasn’t entirely sure why his baby brother was sending him dick pics, but there had to be an interesting story behind it. Thor was pretty sure it probably had to do with some bully or other getting hold of Hermod’s phone and being a jerk. And yeah, he knew the kid could sort it out himself, eventually. Hermod was a brave kid, tougher than most gave him credit for, but he had that soft, squishy heart that got him in trouble and then broke all the time to give him pain. Thor did not like the idea of Herod being taken advantage of, so they were going to nip the problem right in the proverbial bud. Maybe literally. Bris, anyone?
He didn’t have his brother’s talent for location, so he did things the old-fashioned way. He asked Heimdal. Then stood there and pestered him, and threatened to step on and crack the rainbow bridge, until he got the information. Seriously, Heimdal needed to get that freakin’ horn out of his butt,
Address in hand, Thor found the bar where Hermod supposedly was at. And the minute he walked in, he saw chaos. Whoa. Okay. Taking quick stock, Frigg was there, probably looking for Hermod. Not good. Dionysus was crawling around on the floor with a phone in his back pocket, which was probably the source of the dick pics. Okay. Though if that’s the reason Frigg was here too, not okay. That was going to be a mess. That Greek, brother of the one Ninkasi was dating, was sitting his intense self over in the corner by the bar, watching intently. What was he watching? The mob of half naked guys that were moaning and looking sick? Wait, why was there a half naked mob on the verge of being ill?
In the middle of that whole mess. Thor found his brother. Trying to hold on to Bast of all people. Weird. But more importantly, Kratos looked like he was trying to talk Ninkasi out of a snit. Except this so wasn’t a snit. Thor had seen that face before. Only once before in all the years they’d known one another, but it wasn’t the sort of face a person forgot. Thor had never forgotten. And he knew what was coming next even if the Greek hadn’t figured it out yet: Death.
He needed to get as many as he could out of the path of destruction that was to come. Fortunately the Greek boy was trying to shepherd people to the exits. He’d help him with that in just a minute. First he had to grab his baby brother, and then his sister, and then… well, who knew. He’d have to play it by ear Thor headed straight for Hermod.