Friendship is Awkward (Tag: Thor)
To anyone that truly knew Thanatos, it would come as no surprise that even when he found himself staying around mortals for a prolonged period of time, he had little interest in frequenting the homes he actually owned on Earth. There was nothing wrong with any of them, not technically. The decor fit his style, he pretty much only bought homes in areas that naturally offered a bit of rainy gloom, there wasn't a single flaw that could offend Than. But he hated these places anyway. Hate was a strong word, perhaps. No, he didn't hate the places where his junk mail was sent. Thanatos just viewed them as real estate, nothing more, but sometimes a great deal less.
And that was precisely why he only rarely stopped by any of these locations. It was quite a waste, in all actuality. Than should've at least tried renting the London place. It was a very nice place to live, as long as you weren't a mildly unhappy death god who could never quite get over the fact that no matter where he stayed, if he owned it, he'd be coming home to an empty house. At least hotel rooms gave you pillow mints.
After a drink or two, Thanatos remembered he had an option better than a hotel. He was almost completely sober, which was rare in and of itself, and he came to the conclusion that Thor's Switzerland home offered far better accommodations than any hotel Than could find at this time of night, another very odd and rare thing. Thanatos still didn't understand the friendship that had formed over the years between himself and The Viking. Sometimes he told himself it would've been easier if he had just let Thor smash him all over that little ancient pub. The other god's amusement would've likely died right then and there. But Than had refused to fight, and Thor had yet to let him live his reply down, and now they were friends. Even if Thanatos had trouble admitting that, they were.
Thor had given him a room in his home. Clearly they were friends.
He moved himself through Concept, arriving within a foot of the sprawling home's front door. Than knocked, mostly because Phobetor really had ruined doorbells for him forever, and when he heard nothing, Thanatos knocked harder. There could be an argument made that said he had banged on the door. Still nothing. Than frowned. He tried the handle after a bit of internal debating, and when the door opened, he had to pause and justify entering without technically having an invitation. Thor might've made a point of saying he was welcome any time, but that didn't mean Thanatos felt right entering the god's home without a burly hand grabbing his shoulder to force himself inside. That was their way, after all these years. Than stood awkwardly, Thor dragged him to the closest mug of mead.
Thanatos was aware of a low, crackling fire, and he headed that way without quite deciding if Thor being there was a good thing or not. Something was wrong if the god was there but refusing to answer his door. It would probably be best if Thor had gone already, but had simply forgotten about his fire.
But...nope. There he was, slumped sullenly in front of the fireplace. Thanatos stood in the doorway and realized how very...backwards this was. Than did the sullen slumping. He frowned and glowered and scowled as Thor circled him with enthusiasm to rival that of an overactive puppy. This was very strange. Something was obviously wrong, Than couldn't pretend otherwise even if he tried. He could leave, however, except his feet seemed bent on remaining immobile. So Thanatos stood in the doorway for a few moments before finally clearing his throat.