thor.odinson (vingthor) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-09-23 20:21:00 |
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Current mood: | hopeful |
Characters: Thor, Avengers, SHIELD Agents who might have been informed.
Setting: Avengers Tower
Content: Rib cracking hugs? Thor avoiding talking about War stuff when he just seen comrades for the first time in nearly ten years?
Summary: The former Lord of Asgard keeps a promise.
He returned in the rain on on a Greyhound after a lone phone call.
The call had not been easy. He had sat staring at the phone, an old monochromatic cell with various numbers that he never quite called years ago. Numbers of old comrades, or relatively old comrades, and fading memories of nearly a decade. He had taken a breath before that phone call, using a newer phone of a prepaid plan. Uncertain it would reach it's destination, Thor had punched numbers and waited. Waited for the wrong number, waited to be told the phone was out of service.
Waited.
Strange, he decided. Strange that years seem to pass by in a daze to a Aesir when seconds tick by so slowly.
The voice had been curious at first, and Thor could not blame them. This was a new number, though Thor suspected that the old number would have been lost in memory fog. He nearly lost his nerve. A man who slew giants and serpents and slaughtered masses in a hated War was suddenly frightened to say a word. A moment hung in the air before he finally said, "Well met, friend."
The other side was in disbelief, a joyous sort of disbelief, and Thor only could offer simple answers but enough to let them know he had returned.
Now he stood at the foyer of their new headquarters, buzzed in and escorted before being left to drip dry. His long blonde hair was soaking wet as well as his jeans, the heavy work shirt with a logo embossing of "Rolling Hills Hospital", and sopped cowboy boots. He didn't carry much besides two large travelers' bags. One was filled the most basic of clothes, jeans, shirts, scrubs worn during his employment at Rolling Hills, underwear, and sneakers. The other bag he still held close to his side contained Mjolnir and sneakers.
He took a breath and then called out, "Come now! Is this the way you treat an old friend? Ignoring his presence?" His tone was jovial, and it carried through like a warm peal of thunder.