thorofthunder (thorofthunder) wrote in avengers_next, @ 2013-09-25 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: thor odinson, character: torunn thosdottir, location: helicarrier |
[Reposting the completed log. Backdated, of course :)]
WHO : Torunn and Thor
WHEN: After her arrival in the past
WHERE: SHIELD Helicarrier
RATING: Mild.... PG at best
STATUS: Complete
It was days like this that Torunn wished she were capable of wielding her father’s hammer…because she ever so wished to find out if she could crush the metal mask of Dr. Doom like she could an old car. Once again the mad man had endangered her father’s protected realm… and once again she had stepped in to handle it along with her shield siblings. Unfortunately, they were not aware of his latest scheme until it was too late. The device, made of science or magic or perhaps some ungodly creation of both, had been activated and there was nothing any of them could do to stop it.
Torunn gave a greatly undignified grunt as her body rolled like a log. With a huff and a curse about her grandfather, she hauled herself to her feet. Doom was gone. Frustrated, she let out a battle cry but quickly turned her thoughts to the others. She only had a moment to notice where everyone was before they were sucked through a tear. For a moment, she tried to fight it, trying to summon the lightning from around it, but it was ultimately useless. She too was pulled into the tear.
Once again, Torunn found herself letting out another grunt, huff and curse as she hauled herself up. Blue eyes darted around as she took in her surroundings. This was odd. It reminded her of the Helicarrier. Yet it didn’t quite have the same… feel to it. The electrical work surrounding her did not have the same hum to it. Old. That was how it felt.
She whispered, not sure she wanted to announce her presence just yet,“Mjǫtuðr.” Within a few seconds, her weapon materialized in her hand. That felt better. After a moment’s thought, she hooked it to her back. Readied and waiting if needed, but not an immediate threat if someone “friendly” were to find her. Granted, the whole medieval badass look probably wouldn’t exactly put them at ease.
Time to find her family and figure out what in the name of Odin happened here.
~
Midgard. What an irony that for much of the previous year, returning to Earth and to Jane had been forefront in Thor's mind, and now he violently wished that the explosion, whatever it had been, had brought them somewhere else, anywhere else. Loki was loose again and Thor had to find him - not only because Loki's escape was his responsibility but because Earth was once again in the direct line of fire should his brother look to cause more havoc and wreak more chaos than he already had. He was sickened with himself, hating the fact that his own foolishness had potentially once again put the planet and people he so loved in the direct path of danger. Loki might have engineered his own escape, but if Thor had taken more decisive action in ensuring that Loki faced justice, this world would not once again be in peril.
"Mjolnir," Thor murmured, raising the hammer to his lips and feeling her hum with power in response. The bond between them rippled through his arm, imbuing him with strength and resolve. "I have need of your assistance, old friend. We must find Loki quickly, before he can inflict more damage on this world or harm the lives of more innocent people. Help me." Mjolnir answered his plea, speaking in thoughts more than words, in what Thor had come to perceive as it's own 'voice.' He nodded once, stepped back, and let his shoulder fall into a natural rotation that sent Mjolnir ringing through the air before vaulting them both into the sky at supersonic speeds. Breaking the sound barrier was loud enough to shatter the eardrums of fragile human beings, but Thor had no time for subtlety. Molnir was definitely leading him with a direction in mind, and he could only trust that she knew what she was doing.
Inside the Helicarrier, the chaos from the explosion was subsiding when the entire aircraft rocked. "Now what in the hell - " Nick Fury's impatient voice was interrupted by a crash of thunder that followed the hit. "Who flew us into the middle of a thunderstorm?! Forget navigation! Get our visuals back up, I want to see what's going on out there!"
~
Torunn gave a sharp cry as she tumbled over when the aircraft lurched suddenly. The crash of thunder… did she do that? She took a deep breath to find her focus. After a moment, she was reasonably sure that wasn’t her doing she decided to calm the storm. The Asgardian woman lifted Mjǫtuðr horizontally as she summoned her powers and let it flow through her. As she was calm, she forced the sky to slowly ease itself out of this storm. With that explosion, they didn’t need further damage from anything the weather could toss at them.
As soon as the weather began to return to something resembling calm, Torrun felt Mjǫtuðr tug in her grip. Now that was new. “What is it?” She could just imagine what Jake might say. Something about Timmy and a well. None the less she followed the direction where her weapon seemed to want to go. She was careful to avoid as many agents as she could. Unlike her father, she could be subtle when she wanted to be.
Wait. Was her father somewhere nearby? That would explain a few things...maybe. Or maybe she was jumping at her own shadow. Why would he come down here? He was busy ruling Asgard, of course.
~
The Helicarrier's reflective panels shorted momentarily, but they held as Thor came down heavily partway down the port side landing strip. It had taken him awhile to understand that the ship was 'cloaked' to human eyes. Thor could see it just fine when it was in stealth mode, which led him to believe that whatever technology they used to become invisible did not work on the same wavelength Asgardian vision did. The nights were never truly dark in the Realm Eternal, which meant that most Asgardians had excellent vision under twilight hours but could see poorly at night. Thor was different, able to track faster-than-light motion. He was highly perceptive, and just arrogant enough to believe that there probably wasn't a stealth craft built which could hide from him.
He glanced up at the sky, feeling the clouds clear even though he had no recollection of making that happen. Most of the time, Thor felt more comfortable with the clouds overhead and clear skies made him uneasy. He had no time to wonder at it though. What was Loki after this time? Had SHIELD come across some other ancient relic that they were trying to control? Thor sincerely hoped they had learned their lesson the last time, but the humans were stubborn and determined. They were a strange race in their need to stand on their own, which was an admirable quality except when they dabbled in matters that were beyond their understanding.
He doubted this was the same Helicarrier he remembered (He'd be surprised if it was, he and Banner had trashed the last one pretty badly), but if it followed the same basic floor plan, there was an aft end docking bay that would take him into a cargo hold. Thor swung himself down, careful to avoid the engines. Inside it was much quieter, with everything muffled by the ship's armour. Mjolnir spoke to him again so Thor followed her direction, leading him in the direction of the control bridge. His weapon had never led him wrong before.
~
For some, just talking to their mystical halberd might be crazy. However, Torunn was apparently taking the cake and also following it where it seemed to be… tugging. Sort of. It was one part physical but also one part… mental. Again, she could imagine Jake would definitely agree that anything revolving this was mental. All the same, Mjǫtuðr seemed to be trying to tell her something. The path seemed to change as she went, as if it were trying to zero in on something within the Helicarrier itself.
“Did you suddenly key in on Dr. Doom?” she asked, getting a bit miffed she couldn’t figure out what was going on. It was leading her into the cargo hold.
She stopped dead seeing the last person she expected to see here. Then again… considering she felt like she was on a Helicarrier from the past… and the storms… and well, really, how crazy was this compared to everything she and her fellow initiates dealt with… maybe this wasn’t so crazy.
“Mjǫtuðr why the hell did you do that!” She whispered sharply at her halberd.
~
This model of the Helicarrier had not varied much from the last one, at least as far as the floor plan went. Thor was able to navigate fairly easily. His best chance, he decided, was the control bridge, which was where he was most likely to find either Director Fury, or one of his subordinates. Only a handful of SHIELD's top agents knew Thor's true identity, and he didn't want to alarm anyone unnecessarily. He started forward and Mjolnir resisted sharply, pulling him back again in another direction. He frowned.
"I have not the time for this," he said out loud, getting just a little annoyed himself. He was no closer to finding his escaped quarry, and his best hope of that was finding answers. He stepped past a tower of unmarked crates and around a bulkhead... and found himself face-to-face with... a woman. She stopped in her tracks, he did the same, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. She was young, tall, with golden hair, carrying what appeared to be a staff - no, it was some kind of extended weapon. Since the SHIELD organization were supposed to be his allies, Thor was careful to hold up his hands, although he did not release Mjolnir's handle. "I mean no harm," he said, a peace offering.
Mjolnir was awake in his hand but he didn't understand her, whatever she was saying was coming too fast and too strong and he was distracted by the look of surprise and wonder in this woman's eyes. Looking again, she was dressed rather oddly for a human. He had seen some strange dress from the Midgardians - some of their garments were hilarious, but also intriguing, such as Tony Stark's metallic armoured suits or Steve Rogers' odd patriotic apparel. This woman was dressed like no human he had ever seen - but rather like an Asgardian. With a jolt, he recognized the sweeping lines of her tunic and supple leathers which identified her as nobility. Yet he was sure that he had never seen her before.
"Who are you?" he asked, warily this time, and unable to keep a note of suspicion from his voice. "You are not of Earth. Tell me your name, and your purpose here."
~
If she weren’t cursing up a storm in her mind, she might have actually felt like laughing at the comical expression of her father trying to appear nonthreatening. To her, he was anything but, even on his best of days.
Still, an Asgardian did not show fear. Especially not the princess. She forced her face into something far more stoic and thrust her chin out defiantly. It took a moment to calm her heartrate, and ease some of the tension from her body. Something she would have to be mindful of in here, as, if she panicked here… she might end up summoning a gale.
“I am Torunn Thosdóttir,” she spoke clearly and slowly, to make sure her voice didn’t betray her.
~
If Thor seemed comical trying to look unintimidating, the expression on his face as she introduced herself was priceless. It shifted from suspicion to incomprehension that pushed his brows together, then a light of understanding that was followed immediately by a step backwards. It wasn’t many who could manage to unseat the Mighty Thor. She had succeeded. Torunn Thosdóttir. Thor’s daughter. That wasn’t possible. Or was it? Thor had been with many women, but Asgardians had their own ways of guarding against what humans might call “accidents.” When young were born among the Aesir, they were almost always planned, or at the very least anticipated.
And yet... he couldn’t deny the look of nobility about her, and the way she carried herself. Most definitely a high-born woman. Yet how was it that he knew nothing of her? Surely he would, if there was any truth to her claim. His eyes narrowed then, circling right back around to suspicion.
“You mock me with your lies,” Thor rumbled dangerously, one arm lifting the hammer in her direction. Or, it made an attempt to. Mjolnir was resisting him again, and that unsettled him more than the cold confidence in this woman’s eyes, or the (decidedly familiar) square of her shoulders. At the same time, an echoing rumble outside sounded that Mjolnir could not control - she had no direct authority over the storms, after all. That came directly from Thor himself, from his moods, and Thor’s mood at this moment was undecided.
~
Her eyes went wide when he called her a liar. Her nostrils flared at the insult as her temper was inflamed. Anger always was the emotion she seemed to have the most trouble with, and this time was no exception. As her anger swelled, the clouds returned and thunder began to rumble even louder.
“You dare accuse me of lying!” She felt her voice rise as the winds in the room picked up instantly.
“I am a princess of Asgard! I have no such use for lies and tricks! My strength and my honor speaks for itself…”
Were she able to, she would have attacked him, yet Mjǫtuðr was not allowing even the slightest of movement in her arm. Which might be a good thing as the storm goddess probably would have been using lightning at that moment.
~
For the mightiest warrior of Asgard, the promise of a good fight was never unwelcome. Thor found himself grinning, which probably seemed deeply insulting in context, but he couldn’t help himself, gripping Mjolnir tightly around the base, all of his muscles tensed. He wouldn’t make the first move (many of Thor’s initial assumptions about women were challenged by the Lady Sif; however, one in which he remained unyielding was that true warriors did not strike women unprovoked), but it would be very hard to bring him down from a battle rage if blows were exchanged.
There were a few things stopping him, however. Mainly Mjolnir’s hesitation, but also Thor was acutely aware of the gathering tension in the air outside, a high-pressure system rolling in that came through no cause of his own, and seemed almost beyond even his control. Those things gave him pause, and Thor looked on her again, the proud jut of her chin and the electricity in her eyes. He could feel her influence over the elements even beside his own (and although he would never admit it... perhaps her control was even a bit stronger than his).
Thor lost his grip on Mjolnir then, and she dropped with a heavy clang to his side. Torunn. The name literally meant Thunder in old Norse, the tongue of the Vikings which had venerated the Asgardians as dieties. In a sense, it was a form of his own name. Torunn also had much of his same colouring, the same set of her eyes and perhaps (it was hard to tell in this dim light) perhaps even the same colour. It didn’t make sense, but all things considered, he had only just arrived here himself through a rift in space. Although it was hard to wrap his head around, Thor was willing to make the concession that there might be stranger things going on here on this day.
“You speak truly?” The coil of Thor’s massive shoulders had loosened, and he was no longer tensed for battle. If she meant to come at him now, she might just succeed in getting in a blow or two. There was none of the thunder left in Thor’s voice, only his confusion and perhaps something very close to wonder. Thor’s sluggish brain was having a difficult time moving past the word dóttir.
~
The sight of him grinning like that only fanned the flames. She wanted blood and she wanted it right now for the offense. Aside from her own weapon refusing to strike… the slight fear of him still kept her at bay. Were he to step forward though, she would strike at him without hesitation, Mjǫtuðr be damned. Just as she steeled her resolve… Mjolnir dropped from his hands. So shocked was Torunn, that Mjǫtuðr followed not too long after. Which, Torunn would claim was due to the fact that she was brought up to never harm an unarmed opponent.
“I dare any to find proof of a lie in my words.” she challenged, her rage quieting some. “I am the only child of King Thor and Queen Sif, granddaughter of Odin the Allfather and Queen Mother Frigga, cousin of Runa Lokidóttir.”
~
That was a lot of information for Thor to take in at once, all things considered. He may not be slow, but as Loki had so eagerly reminded him of only a few hours before, he was also far from the sharpest god in the skies. There were several things wrong with her claim, besides being unaware of her himself. “I am the Thor of whom you speak,” he said, squaring his shoulders in what was almost an identical imitation of the way she did the same, “but I am... not yet king of Asgard,” he said carefully. “That title belongs to the Allfather. Tell me,” he started, taking a step forward. Cautiously, as he could still feel the coiled tension in her. If she spoke true, then why should she be afraid of him? “How is it, that you stand as a noblewoman of Valhalla, carry an Asgardian weapon and wear Asgardian armor, and claim to be of my own blood... yet I have no recollection of ever having a daughter?”
~Torunn wanted to take a step back as Thor came closer, but she didn’t move. Not even a single muscle twitched despite her discomfort. She made sure to keep his gaze.
“The exact nature escapes me on how… but somehow, I ended up coming into the past… Some sort of rift opened up while we were battling a villain by the name of Dr. Doom. It drew all of us into it and… dropped us here.”
At the mention of the man responsible, Torunn was reminded of her cousin she just mentioned. She really needed to find her. Dr. Doom seemed to have some sort of fixation on the half jotunn woman. What if the rift had sent them in all different directions? Or had sent everyone but Runa… or just Torunn? She tried not to think of being separated from everyone and everything again...
“I need to find my companions. My cousin in particular. I have reason to believe she’s not safe.”
~
Thor stiffened again almost immediately. A rift not only in space, but in time itself, and apparently, she had not been the only one affected on her end. Thor and Loki had arrived in much the same way, and for a fleeting second, it occurred to Thor that they might even be somewhere else along the time spectrum than he thought they were. But she was right, of course, and Thor could definitely understand her concern if her companions were potentially in danger. He nodded once, understanding, and called Mjolnir back to his hand again.
"A rift of similar nature also opened between Asgard and Midgard," he said. "Loki used it as a means of escape. I must find him as well," he said. Thor's eyes flashed over her, he couldn't help looking. It was a lot to take in. "Have you any idea where your companions might be... Torunn?"
The name fit her, it rolled from his tongue naturally. She had also said Sif was her mother. Could that really be true as well?
~
Torunn made a displeased face at the mention of her uncle being loose. Oh wonderful. Now all they needed were Winter Soldier, Mesmero and Deadpool to really make it a party. If her uncle were here, they’d definitely need to work fast before he started to rack up the casualties again. Midgardians were a hardy race… but the average man was not a match for Loki.
For a moment, she wondered if somehow Dr. Doom’s magic had crossed with Loki’s, but then quickly pushed the thought from her mind. Now was neither the time nor the place. Deal with the immediate threat and then worry about how it was done so it could not be repeated.
“I hope they are somewhere on the helicarrier. I don’t know where else the magic might have sent them… or when…”
~
Torunn did not waste time asking silly questions or considering the implications that this version of her father had no recollection of her, and Thor appreciated that. She refused to allow the consequences of the time rift to distract her from her goal. it was exactly the way Thor would have taught his daughter to behave - if he had one.
He would also expect her to be able to follow orders and to hold her own in a fight, and after a quick assessment Thor decided that he could assume for the moment that she would handle herself if it came to that point. He needed to find Loki, but if her companions were potentially in danger, that came first. It also seemed she might be able to tell him more about this Doctor Doom character, which might provide him information on the exact means of Loki's escape.
"The control bridge," Thor said, gesturing as he turned. "The Agency of the Shield will have noticed the space and time rifts through which we both came. They will know if there are more. We will find your cousin." He wanted to ask the other obvious question - if the girl was her cousin, who was her father? - but now wasn't the time. There were any number of Thor's half-brothers and sisters to choose from and he already had several nieces and nephews. This cousin of hers could even have already been born. That was a mind trip that Thor was fortunate he was just a bit too thick to wrap his head around, because it would have given him a headache. Either way, there was another Asgardian out there who might require his protection. There was no choice in the matter.
He glanced doubtfully at her weapon. It had a fearsome look, but in his experience, mid-range extended weapons could be grabbed if an enemy got too close. More than once he'd proven this to Sif during their sparring matches. She looked as though she knew how to handle it, so he would have to trust that she could. "This way. There is little time to spare."
~
Torunn returned Mjǫtuðr to its holster on her back as she followed after her father. In a way, it actually felt quite natural. Like it was in the old days between them. I suppose it is, this is my father just… not and… she grumbled softly to herself as she realized this was why she couldn’t let her mind get caught up in this. Too much thinking would just slow even her impressive reflexes. Shield siblings, then Loki, then worry about the space-time rift… and then worry about everything else.
On the bright side, at least this time she was in, her father was a friend of SHIELD. Perhaps he could talk down any guards if they saw her as a threat. She knew that protocol would have had her on the cameras as soon as they could find her. And they must have found her and her father by now, especially with her little power display.
“If not, Dr. Foster should be able to find any more and perhaps predict if there will be more in the future.” Again, something to consider after.
She scowled when he glanced at Mjǫtuðr. As a point, she summoned the electrical charges within her body and charged the halberd. Electricity crackled and snapped all along the shaft, the metal blades… and even around Torunn herself. Let anyone, aside from perhaps her father, try to touch her. If they did grab the weapon or Torunn herself, they’d literally be in for a nasty shock. Mjǫtuðr was no toy, no weak weapon. The only one who could contend with her, in Torunn’s eyes, lay in her father’s hands.
And she never wanted to find out how a battle between these two would end.
She gave a short, curt nod and followed him to the bridge of the ship.
~
Innocuous as it was, Torunn’s mention of Dr. Foster caused a sharp twist inside Thor, which burrowed straight into his heart, where he had kept those particular feelings locked away for some time. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t meant his promise to come back for Jane. And he would, because Thor kept his promises. Those feelings, buried deep where they would not affect his judgement, cloud his resolve, or in any way put Jane in danger, were still there, just very well-hidden. And here was this girl who claimed to be his daughter, but she wasn’t Jane’s. She was Sif’s. If Torunn was an Asgardian - and Thor had little doubt at this point that she had been raised as such - how was it that she even knew of Jane Foster?
Too many questions and too many angles to consider. Thor swallowed those feelings and threw a sharp glance her way. Whoever she was - and he was willing to concede that she was telling at least part of the truth, it was hard to ignore with the evidence at hand, particularly her superb control over the elements - he wasn’t about to show that sort of weakness in front of anyone, and Dr. Foster was the last reminder he needed at this moment. “I would as soon keep Dr. Foster as far removed from this situation as possible,” he told her, leaving no room for dispute and making it very clear she wasn’t to press the matter. She was probably right of course, but Thor was not about to go asking Jane for help. She would probably be more than willing, but he owed her more than that, he owed her answers.
The control bridge had indeed been rebuilt from the last time he’d seen it. Most of the display screens had been upgraded, replaced by interactive holographic displays, most likely Stark’s doing. At least six agents trained various weapons on them both as Thor stormed carelessly past them, aware of Torunn’s bristling behind him. “Stay calm,” he ordered under his breath. They were supposed to be on the same side, but these agents had hair-trigger reflexes. There was no need to set off a powderkeg. “I seek Director Fury,” Thor said with authority, raising the hammer in his hand. “Stow your weapons, we are allies.”
~
For a moment, she forgot herself at the mention of Dr. Foster. The woman who had taken care of her, perhaps not quite so literally, since she arrived on Midgard 11 years ago had an… involved history with her father. Still, it had never stopped her from doing the right thing. And considering their relationship, or the lack thereof, Thor had already involved Foster in SHIELD activities. She remembered during the lead up to, as well as during the fight, Dr. Foster was contracted by SHIELD and kept far away from things to keep her father happy.
If they didn’t have to worry about more important things, then she would have pressed the issue. This wasn’t the time or the place. Focus on the battle at hand. They could come back to the fact that he may not have any choice in the matter if her expertise was needed.
As they came closer to the bridge, she harmlessly dissipated the energy surrounding both herself and her weapon and removed her helm. She knew she would still likely come off as threatening, but, she was trying to do the best she could. She tucked it under one arm and tried to just follow in her father’s wake. It wasn’t exactly surprising that the various agents around the bridge quickly had their weapons out and aimed on them. She had to focus herself to keep a shiver from triggering an involuntary reflex by the agents. Unknown threats on the bridge weren’t exactly greeted with tea and cookies on the Helicarrier. Protocol was rather strict that way.
Torunn glanced around as the agents recognized Thor from the Battle of New York. Just because they trusted him, however, did not mean she would gain their automatic alliance. They’d likely isolate her to question her. See who she was, what she knew, perhaps even what she could do. One of the agents scampered off to find Fury, or so she assumed. Not Maria… which made her wonder where agent Hill was as well.
She spoke quietly enough so just her father could hear her, “If they seek to separate us, do not worry. It is protocol. “ She hesitated for a moment, “Please… The one I’m most concerned with is Runa. Make sure she and the others are safe in case they detain me for a while.”
~
The easiest thing to do would have been to thunder his way in and start giving orders, as Thor was used to doing in just about any situation. That was the way he handled things, without subtlety. SHIELD could try whatever they wanted, Thor only had to raise his massive arm, and none of them would even stand a chance.
But these were allies, and he had promised them the same of Asgard and her people. He had to behave, and Thor was getting better at not solving all of his problems with violence and threats. Most of them recognized him immediately of course, even if they had not seen him the first time around, everyone on Earth who owned a television had seen the footage from the Battle of New York. Most of them did lower their weapons, although he allowed them to stop him just before stepping down into the sensitive central control area. He glanced to his side briefly, where Torunn was clearly struggling against her own reaction, and not to reveal her worry. It showed in her stance, but he nodded once to show that he understood. He wanted to reassure her - he could tell she was uncomfortable and stressed, and probably more confused than he was. It raised protective instincts that he didn't even know he had.
"What's going on? You're not authorized to be up here." Thor glanced towards the tiny man with the pencil-thin mustache, who was coming towards them, but took a decided step back when he got too close to one of Thor's massive arms and hesitated. "I mean - we're - not you. Her. You're clear. Diplomatic immunity."
He didn't understand the phrase, but two more agents moved in beside him. Thor stepped back almost immediately, blocking their path with one arm (which shouldn’t have been even feasible, but managed to be effective). "That is not a good idea," he warned dangerously. It wasn't that he hadn't heard her warning, or even that he wasn't listening. He was. But all of his instincts were flaring, and none of them were in any way interested in letting those tiny men put their hands on Torunn.
~
Torunn caught the way her father moved to protect her. Odd, he wasn’t her father… and yet, yes, he was, genetically of course. Only one Thor… but he was definitely acting like the father she had left behind in her own time. She felt a tiny grin form at watching him do that.
“Father…” she said softly. She knew what they were doing. It was only what they had to.
Granted, she was absolutely sure her father was only doing what he felt he had to do. Wasn’t like anyone could make the thunder god do anything… save for perhaps Odin. This could end badly if she miscalculated here, but, to focus on the task at hand… it had to be worth a shot. Gently, she placed her fingers along the his arm as if to suggest lowering it. There was very little pressure applied to his arm. Only enough that he’d feel her. Not enough that she was attempting to push it down.
“Runa first, then the others, then Loki. They’ll release me shortly…” She turned to the others. “Least they test an Asgardian’s patience. They just want some answers and perhaps I can learn something from them in return.”
~
Unlikely, he thought, as he remembered very well the SHIELD Agency's penchant for secrecy. They claimed to be allies, but sometimes he had his doubts, and there were even those they counted among them who seemed equally dubious. They were invasive and often domineering; they had appropriated Jane's life's work in the space of hours and had their hands in strange weapons technology gleaned from power which was not theirs. And the way they bickered, it was neverending. Amusing at best, and at worst, extremely tiresome. There was nothing they would share unless it was in their own interests, these people revolved their lives around keeping their secrets.
Thor glanced to the side and neither one of the little men seemed eager to close in on him, which was a smart move on their part. There was a moment in which he seriously considered it, and it showed in his expression. He felt Torunn touch his arm, and the contact sparked an electrical current that interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to the present. "This is foolish. We waste our time here while there are unknown forces at - "
"Afraid we have no choice," said Fury, stepping through a door to the side that sealed shut behind him. "It's protocol, Thor. She obviously knows that - and we can't let just anyone go busting in here and - "
"Keep your hands to yourself!" Thor's thunderous bellow startled everyone nearby, and he realized almost immediately that he was overstepping. He reminded himself that this was the way these humans did things, it might seem strange to him but it was their protocol, not his, and that they would undoubtedly find some of his own practices just as strange. These people weren't his, he had no right to order them around. Fury glowered down his nose at him, but Thor remembered and knew all of that. He just... did not want them handling Torunn. He didn’t like it. At all. Not that either seemed actually thrilled about that prospect.
Thor lowered his arm. "You will treat her as a guest on my behalf, and not a prisoner," he said, leaving no room for argument. He turned again to her. "I will contact you, once I have word of your companions.”
~
She removed her hand from her father’s arms before allowing a little bristle of electricity charge over her. There was an unspoken hint that it wouldn’t just be Thor they would have to worry about if they mistreated her. She was no child who needed protecting. However, there wasn’t any point in arguing that here, especially now. Best just to let things run their course for the smoothest possible path toward the goal.
“Thank you.” There were more words she wished she could say, but surely they’d have a chance later.
She stepped around her father toward the three agents and raised an eyebrow at them both. The agents gave a nod to Fury as they lead her off to question her. One went to remove her weapon but Torunn shyed away. “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to do that.” She warned as they walked away.
Grandfather… please… let them be all right… she thought to herself. [End]