Ben Wolf (agoodman) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-12 02:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: marvel comics, thor |
Who: Thor (narrative)
What: Thor thinks... and then he gets what he went to Nidavellir for.
When: After this to current
Where: Nidavellir (Marvel Door)
Rating: Tame
Nidavellir was just as gray as he remembered it, jagged white capped peaks poking into the sky in the far distance. Another trip to Eitri brought the news that they weren't quite finished, but they did appreciate what Thor had done. It would be less than a handful of days before they were complete.
With little left to do but wait and think, Thor returned to the surface to do just that. Before he returned to this realm, he had stopped in Vegas long enough to pick up the journal from Ben's home. While he still did not know if they would work so far from Midgard, it would be the easiest way for him to be contacted short of his mother coming here. And though he had originally planned on leaving it at Ben's apartment, with his brother threatening Midgard, he could not in good conscience leave them to their own devices.
True to his word, he ventured back to Las Vegas frequently enough to check the actual journal and make sure nothing new arose. No news was not good news -- it meant that whatever his brother was doing, he was taking the time to plan and put those plans into motion.
Thor hated waiting. Waiting meant inactivity. Inactivity meant boredom. And boredom was usually followed by one of Loki's tricks or Thor finding some maiden and being on the receiving end of a glare from her father over dinner. As Nidavellir had neither Loki nor any maidens that he was willing to bed, he was left alone with his thoughts and Ben.
Usually quiet when they were on this side of the Door, Ben had started to get louder, asking questions and helping to pass the time. Thor could tell that he wanted to go home, but he never asked. They had made a deal and he appreciated the fact that the other man didn't ask when they were finally going to return. Now he was more so, a silent presence in the back of Thor's mind as the Asgardian concentrated.
Ben only spoke to remind him that it was time to go through the Door, check, and return. Each day, nothing. It was both worrying and relieving. As much as Thor hoped that Loki would leave this path behind, he knew better than to think that his brother had. Each day brought them closer to the completion of the manacles, until he finally received confirmation from King Eitri that they were finished.
A single, gleaming set. There was no guarantee for how long they would work for, it all varied as to how long Loki actively tried to break the bindings on his seiðr, but they would hold his magic and keep it from responding to his will.
They felt far too heavy in his hands.
Before he left, the King gave him one more warning: they would bind the seiðr of anyone caught within their grasp. To make them specifically for Loki would have taken longer, would have required more, and Thor could simply not wait that long. Another time, he might ask it of the dwarven king, but not today. Leaving his thanks, along with the report that they would no longer be plagued by mountain giants, Thor took his leave of the realm, his journal warm against the small of his back.