Thor hides behind the sound of thunder. (intonare) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-01-19 02:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | luke cage, thor odinson |
ᴡʜᴏ: Thor Odinson + Luke Cage
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Capitol, Luke's bar.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Sometime post announcement, in the late evening.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Meeting again, with the threat of the future hanging over their heads.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: TBA.
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Closed, ongoing.
Somehow, the announcement of the Quell had been both a surprise and not a surprise at all to him. Despite spending more time in the company of the President than most others, Thor was just as in the dark about the man's plans as the rest of Panem and shouldn't have expected to have heard anything about the gimmick for the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games. And yet… he had and now he was left reeling in the storm left after the presidential address. At first, Thor had not really comprehended the rule change and that was out of pure stubbornness and a refusal to accept it as a reality. It was childish, he understood that, but part of him was still nothing more than a teenager wishing that he could wake up and realise the latter half of his life was just a horrible fever dream. Except he never woke up from this nightmare and his life continued to march forward whether he chose to actively live it or not. When the reality finally set in, Thor became acutely aware of the fact that both his parents had the potential to be reaped. The prospect of his aged mother entering the arena made Thor's blood run cold. She had been formidable during her Games, strong and graceful with no equal among the other twenty-three but now she was older. Perhaps she still held some of that old power, but Thor remembered those times in his youth when she would be plagued by pain, fleeting moments where she would force herself to sit despite having to chase after her little blonde son who did nothing but cause trouble. Time had taken its toll on her and she would likely be no comparison for the younger Victors. Frigga was one of the few things in all of Panem that he cherished beyond reason and seeing her blood spilled for the delight of the entire Capitol made his own blood boil. Under the worry over his elderly mother, Thor did not forget that his own name would be part of the pool of Victors for Two, though the difference lay in the fact that he was worried that his name would not be called. Perhaps one of the minority, Thor wanted nothing more than to enter the Quarter Quell. While the Quell was still within its early planning stages, it was difficult for Thor to ascertain how many of the rules would be altered and which would still be available. More than anything, he hoped that it was still possible to volunteer and should that remain an option, he would put his own name in without a second's hesitation. Protecting his dear mother (should her name be called) was one reason, but even more than that, becoming a Tribute for the Quell would be the only way for Thor to escape Stane once and for all. Sacrificing himself inside the arena would free his brother and mother from their ties to him, and Thor found that promise to be well worth the price he would pay. Sighing, Thor pushed up from the desk inside his room where he had spent the last few hours staring at unsent messages, lost inside his own thoughts. The house seemed quiet and his keepers next door seemed to have finally fallen asleep, likely assuming that he had as well. Tucking the phone away, Thor pulled a dark and heavy hooded cloak out of the closet and slipped out his front door. The streets were still bright and full of life in spite of the late hour, but that was most definitely attributable to the announcement of the Quell. Though the event was at least a month out, people were already obsessing over it and trying to determine amongst themselves which of the current Victors would make for a great arena. With his face covered, most people passed him by without paying him much thought and he was left to be barraged by their wild speculations. As he walked, he tried to ignore the mentions of people he had met, some only recently, or whispers and laments of his own name in those alien tones. None too soon, Thor arrived at the small bar located so far on the outskirts of the Capitol that it might as well have been a part of Two. It was a place he had not known to exist until only recently and he was doubly surprised to hear that it belonged to someone who he had known fleetingly in the past. Like all of Thor's relationships and friendships, it too had come to a haltingly abrupt end after his Games, yet another thing to regret. Pulling open the door, Thor stepped inside and became acutely aware of the suspicious looks from the people closest to the entrance. That curiosity-laced dubiousness seemed to spread throughout the patrons like a disease as he walked to where the bar was. He took a seat and only then did he pull the hood back. Many of the people who had been eying him turned and looked away, no doubt to wonder to themselves. "Tell me you have something reminiscent of home, old friend," Thor's booming voice uttered as he caught Luke's eye. |