Who: Thor and Jörmungandr When: Thursday (for Lulz), December 28, 2011 Where: Street A What: Oh Hi I know you Warnings: Jorgen is an adorable apocalypse snake?, TBD
Unlike many other species of snake, Jörmungandr didn't really mind the cold weather. He'd survived in the cold depths of the ocean. A bit of chilly wind didn't bother him all too much. It was why he'd ventured outside. Hel was busy working her mortal job and Fenris-Wolf was busy with his pups so Jörmungandr had plenty of time to wander. And despite being intimidated by large groups of mortals, he knew he had to get out and immerse himself in their society now he needed to survive in it.
He was often conflicted between liking the amount of hustle and bustle and preferring to hide on his sister's couch. The ocean hadn't been nearly as busy. And he'd been hungry, so he;d needed to go and catch something. That accomplished he'd wandered, fascinated by the lights yet unwilling to go near anything with too many mortals inside. Jörmungandr ma walk on two legs now, but he knew he could stand out. Especially when his grasp on the language now common was still low, at best.
Yet when he felt a prickle down his skin he stopped. It felt familiar, and the roof of his mouth suddenly hurt. Knowing he feeling he turned to look at Thor. Not yet time to meet the one who would kill him in battle, but Jörmungandr saw nothing wrong in saying hello. They had had their encounters before. He turned and walked to the god, "Hello Odin-Son," he spoke in his native tongue because it was easier, "it's been a while."
Thor like most of his Scandinavian background was completely comfortable with the cold. It was much better to the hot summers. The cold felt natural, it felt more like home.
He was coming off of work, his very walk down the street clapping like thunder under his feet. Most men paused when he walked past, moving out of his way as if when they bumped into him it would feel like stone.
He too felt that familiar jab, in his side, like a sore wound that never healed. Thor looked down to this creature that he'd once fought many battles, their end tied together. Jörmungandr form now was rather awkward, not quite the lengthy twisted snake he'd battled and ultimately killed. Part of him wanted to make this skinny creature dance around in circles as he looked uncomfortable on two feet.
"Not sliding around on your belly these days," Thor responded happily with an amused grin.
"Not always," Jörmungandr had learned how to go back to something resembling his actual self. But he kept it for home, for when he could curl around his siblings and feel content. "Limbs are funny," he made a face, because they were funny and awkward.
He was calm. He had no anger for Thor. In the end they'd do their dance and kill one another. But the end wasn't here yet, and Jörmungandr was patient, like any other good snake.
"You are here too then, funny. This world is strange. Happier under the water, quieter there. But my siblings are here," he grinned happily, "Fenris-wolf and not so little Hel." He did love his siblings, and saw nothing wrong in sharing that with Thor. It wasn't Thor's duty to kill them, after all. "And Fenris-Wolf's pups. And your family Odin-Son? Are they here?"
His hands were raw from work, red still from where his hammer once stood in hand like a boomerang. He and Jörmungandr had a thing or two in common, there was some getting used to in this time. Now he was a prime superhero in the modern world, not completely unlike his past. It was nice that the people were keeping him here, some still believing in him as a god and not a comic book figure.
Jörmungandr and he had done their duty, their battles were the cycle of life and the end of their reign. This time held no end.
Thor's face turned sour, a grunt and grumble. "Loki is here. But you already knew that didn't you?" Likely to start mischief. He'd already tampered with Sif, which did not make Thor happy. "Sif, my wife is as well." He had not yet met any other's of their kind.
He nodded, "I know Father is here." He wasn't too sure what to do about it though. He'd had such faint memories of their father, distant but there, and he'd come into his own without much of Loki's guidance. He had more memories of his mother then of Loki. "We don't talk much."
He shrugged and walked to a bench to sit down so he could look and talk to Thor without feeling awkward. "Is good to have mate I think." Jörmungandr had none, like Hel had none. Fenris-Wolf had mated but Jörmungandr felt no dire need to find anyone just yet.
"Would not like to see One Eye though," he made a face, "took me away from my siblings. I don't want that again. I may kill you Odin-Son but I'll ask you don't take me from my siblings until then. I missed them."
Thor had trusted Loki so many eons ago. He'd believed the things he said, took his word, once that was broken Thor would always make Loki his enemy. Jörmungandr had never been the enemy Loki became to him, Jörmungandr was a challenge that he was destined to overcome.
"There is no battle between us now, snake. I have no reason to hurt you. Though a good fist fight would be fun." Thor took a seat beside him, the bench rocking under his heavy weight. There was a lot of bulk built up in Thor, like a meat hammer.
"A mate is satisfying." Having someone to hold close, someone that understood you, every man deserved that.
He shrugged, "unnesecarry right now." He set his hands in his lap, still getting used to the added limbs. "I cannot fight with you Thor. Not yet. Besides I don't know how to use this form." He made a face, "I am poison and crushing, not limbs. And it is good to know you will not harm us. They have no fight with you."
He sat quietly for a while, just watching and listening. And thinking. "Hel would need a mate, I think." Out of the three of them, his sister was the most human of all. "Someone to keep her company, once me and Fenris-Wolf go to meet our destiny. She would be alone otherwise. She shouldn't be."
Thor placed his hands together, it gave him something to do so he didn't fidget with them like he would if he still had his hammer. "I would imagine the walking part gets a bit difficult." He laughed, his manner very much light-hearted. Like a child. He had no threat against the old devouring snake. "My fight is with Loki." He never learned.
It was an odd topic to be talking about. Thor took his time with Sif, impatiently, but he let her come to terms with who she was, then how it evolved their pseudo relationship.
He nodded, not really bothered to tell Thor all this. "It does. I never moved much under the waves because I couldn't, and now I don't always know how to walk around. I'm learning though." He scoffed, "Father battles his own fights Odin-Son. The more you fight back, the more he'll fight you."
He thought, not too sure who to allow near Hel. His sister was dear to him and as the youngest of them she needed to be protected. She didn't have the scales and claws like he and Fenris had.
"He found me," Loki had no reason to tamper with Thor now. "I'll smash his face in." He was sore on that topic, mostly because he'd always thought of Loki as a brother, a friend, someone to trust and that was ruined a long time ago when Loki stepped too far. He would forever be Thor's enemy now.
Thor leaned back on his bench with a huge sigh, arm leaning over the back. "Not a matchmaker. Don't know what to tell you." Scandinavian big guy like himself was lucky to have Sif.
He just shrugged. He didn't understand the animosity nor would he take part in it. This was between Thor and his father. If it kept them busy he wasn't really going to complain. "Pointless. He will heal."
"I know, but I want Hel safe and happy. I will see if there are any other death gods. No mortals. They are temporary and wouldn't understand little Hel." It only seemed right to do. He'd see what Fenris and his father would say.
"He might," Thor said with a stronger tongue, "but it would make me feel better." Thor was a brute, he was a child. He needed to throw his tantrums around to feel better. Loki was the sore spot.
"Good luck with that." Nordic women were tough, even for immortals.