Thor Odinson | MCU (wields_mjolnir) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-27 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, juliet st. laurent, {thor odinson |
Characters: Thor Odinson and OPEN
When: Sunday afternoon
Location: The observation car
Warnings/Rating: None. Will update if this changes
Summary: Thor is fighting cabin-fever
Status: open!
Thor had been on the train a week now, and in that time he had been given much to consider. The untold (and potentially dangerous) power of the train was one of his first concerns, followed closely by Jane's safety here. In many ways, he would have been glad if she had not arrived here so soon after he did, or at all. Although he treasured her presence for his own personal reasons, he himself did not yet know enough about this train or the forces behind it to feel confident that she was truly safe, despite the reassurances he had received from Coulson that she was not in danger.
On a personal level, he was starting to chafe at the bit. He needed to flex his muscles, drink something that did not resemble horse piss, and return to Asgard to complete Loki's trial. He did not like being drawn away in the middle of that. There were still too many unanswered questions concerning Loki's fate. What was to be done with him? Whatever punishment was agreed upon, it would weigh forever on Thor's shoulders. It was the terrible burden of the King of Asgard. And to think he had once so craved that position.
Banner's accusations also echoed in his mind, tormenting him and making him question himself more than he cared to admit. He had accused him of being egotistical, of setting himself above the others on this train - in some ways the same things of which he had accused Loki after taking him from the plane. But he did not see himself above the mortals. Not in the way that Banner had assumed. He was not better, or greater, or more worthy than they were. Worth did not come from power or might, but from an intangible inner strength that required neither. And he had met many Midgardians who were as - or more - worthy than himself. Stark. Romanoff. Barton. Rogers. Jane. Selvig. Coulson. Even Banner.
But the truth was, and would always be, that despite their worth, despite their importance, he was stronger than they were. He stood apart not because he was better, but because his might gave him the ability to protect them from their physical weaknesses. It put him in a good place to protect them - in the same way that the other Avengers, in their ways, had been set apart to protect those physically weaker than they were.
He was confident in himself, yes. Perhaps once he had been cursed with an overabundance of confidence. He had been working on that, and he was sure that his humility was far from being perfect. But he did not see himself above his people or the Midgardians. A good, fair ruler could not see himself as better than those he ruled, for he was their servant, not their dictator.
He shook his head, entering the observation car with one hand clasped around Mjölnir's handle, and the other holding a bottle of the foul pirate's rum that was the strongest spirit on board. He threw himself onto a chair facing the window, and sighed, taking a swig of the rum and grimacing at the flavor. He could use some company about now.