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Thor [Þórr] (ridealone) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-18 23:30:00

Entry tags:

jord, thor

Who: Thor and Jord
What: Family time!
When: Sometime early this evening, before Jord gets home.
Where: Jord's place.
Rating: Maybe PG-13 for language?

This global warming crap, whoever started it, whoever thought it was a fun prank to play... Thor had to find the guy and buy him a drink. He stood on the front steps of an apartment complex, cigarette dangling between his lips and stared up at the grey sky, rain falling down on his face and every once in a while a clap of thunder crashing in the distance. It made him feel good, like an electricity was running through his body and making him feel really alive.

He sucked on the end of his cigarette, exhaling from his nose before letting the butt drop to the ground where he stubbed it out with the toe of his boot, rubbed a hand along the stubble of his cheek and turned to head into the brownstone. He shook the rain from his hair, pulled off the brown bomber jacket he was wearing and headed up the stairs, his long legs taking them two, something three at a time as he made his way up.

It had been quite a long time since he'd seen anyone in his family, since he had shown his face to any other gods, but he figured a homecoming was called for, since it was his mother's fault he was currently out of a job. He needed some place to crash and, worse yet, he needed something to eat.

As expected, it wasn't exactly easy to get into his mother's place. But he managed. Thor wandered towards the kitchen, not paying attention to much and tossed his jacket on the counter before opening up the refrigerator, sticking his head inside and starting to rummage.

[ooc: yes, I'm reusing my application example. that's what I wrote it for.]

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gogreenplease
2009-05-19 08:34 am UTC (link)

Jord had been quiet lately, to the outside world. Quietly playing workaholic by day, alcoholic by night, crashing more often than not in Blake's Manhattan apartment (since she owned it anyway), starting multiple projects, organizing rallies, making last minute trips to Capitol Hill...

Just trying not to think, really, and succeeding...sometimes.

Her meeting with Guns had shaken her more than she cared to let on. She was treading on dangerous ground now and she knew that...trying to juggle too many allies, too many enemies, too many secrets all at once. And the goddess could handle damn near everything but not when she was quietly processing her own grief, grief over leaving Adonis (for yes, it was she that left, but only technically so - she had not strayed), grief over the return of Frigg and subsequent perceived loss of Baldr, grief over the All Father's sudden silence. It hurt, it hurt more than anything had hurt in a very long time, old hurts and new hurts that echoed deep scars, and so the goddess worked, and she drank, and sometimes, she didn't have to think.

But today she was returning home, briefly as she normally did, to check on her dwelling and ensure it's protection, to feed her cats, to retrieve another pack or two of exotic cigarettes and care for her sweet plants. And as Jord traversed the doorposts of her brownstone, she realized quite suddenly that someone was there.

Someone uninvited.

Unnerved, the goddess walked slowly up the stairs, mind processing the implications of this. Her home was protected by the runes; it could not be found except by those who knew where it was. Which meant that whoever now waited for her inside of it....they were either powerful enough to see through the protection, or drawn to her energy with such strength that the runes were rendered useless. It would be a happy thing...it likely was not.

Slowly, slowly, Jord made her way to the apartment, up the steps, quiet as a breeze...and finally, she looked through her door, over to the kitchen...

Thor.

She would have recognized him anywhere, and the fact that his energy had not registered in her the moment she arrived at the building was a testament to the strength of her runes...or to how upset she truly was. She didn't want to consider it, didn't want to think...and besides, the god that was currently rummaging about her kitchen gave her thoughts enough.

An icy wind blew through the apartment, ruffled her auburn curls as she stood, still looking every inch professional in her sleek dark suit and heels, brow raised as she leaned on the door frame. Her refrigerator? What would he find in there? Thor had never shared his mother's eating habits - the goddess a 'vegan' as they now called it, her son a red blooded Viking god - but it didn't at all appear that was going to stop him.

"I suppose you finally found it convenient to come home?" she asked, tone like cracking ice, eyes cold. "And then decided to break into my home without warning me? In these dangerous times?"

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ridealone
2009-05-19 08:49 am UTC (link)

He didn't sense her at all - definitely a nod to her runes, which would have impressed him if he didn't expect them or wasn't used to them. So the sound of her voice startled him rather abruptly...

"FUCK!" Thor cursed as he jumped and thwacked his head against the top of the refrigerator. Wincing, and rubbing his head he took a step back and stood up to his full six-foot-seven height. There she was, looking a good fifteen years younger than his body (something that always amused him) and just as fierce as ever.

"You need milk," he said, then looked down at the open refrigerator. Back up at her, "and beer," down and back up again, "and fucking meat." Guess that meant he was going to crash here for a while.

Despite his rather dense attempt at a joke, he could tell she was angry with him. He would be angry with him too if he was her. So Thor shut the refrigerator door, walked casually over to her and wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders. "I'm an awful son, an even worse husband and a deadbeat father," he said as he hugged her. "And it's about time I came home, I just didn't know when I'd be ready so there was no way for me to tell you when I'd be coming home. Dangerous times or no, your home is always safer with me in it than with me not in it and you know this. I'm thinking about getting a dog."

Yes, that whole line of thought was smushed right together in way that made it seem like absolutely everything was connected.

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gogreenplease
2009-05-19 05:32 pm UTC (link)

She didn't budge as he cursed loudly or bumped his head, only watched, rather apparently unamused. "I don't drink milk. And I don't eat meat. And I drank all of the beer last week." Her frown deepened, eyes flashed feircely, tone clipped. At the moment, Jord was conflicted. A part of her was angry, yes, a part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off, because he had been a part of her pain and she didn't want to see him or start buying things that she hadn't ever bought before or any of it.

But there was a greater part of her that wanted to hug him and kiss his forehead and feel his strong embrace, because he was her son, her pride and joy, and she truly loved him more than anything. She truly had missed him.

So when Thor approached her, it wasn't hard to let him wrap his arms around her, and after only a moment of tension, she relaxed against him, her head falling low on his chest - he was over a foot taller than she was - and her arms wrapped around his sides, and she sighed greatly. The wind stopped, the room began to warm.

"You have been awful," she stated, frowning. "But I suppose you are back now. And well, I could've used the protection a few months ago, and I don't mind dogs. I've only recently been out of them."

It should have seemed strange to crumple those thoughts together, but it didn't, not to her. Jord had never been a clingy mother, but she was the Mother, and she knew her son well, loved him always. The goddess sighed. "A phone call might have gone leagues toward easing my heart..."

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ridealone
2009-05-19 07:22 pm UTC (link)

"I have been awful," he replied, voice flat. It was the truth, he'd been telling himself so for far too long and despite the fact that it should have been a motivating factor in bringing him back sooner it was what kept him away longer, in the end. But he'd missed her too and it had been almost painful for him to stay away so long.

"A house isn't a home without a big dog to guard his master and the ones he loves," Thor said, still not letting Jord free from the hug. "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't feel guilty about most of the other people I abandoned because they have always expected it of me. But you... I hate to think I've disappointed you. I'll make it up to you. Name it."

And then he pulled back just a little bit... "Well," he said, "I was going to call you... right before you destroyed my office. Though, I don't suppose you know it was my office. Which is why I'm crashing here and not with Sif - you earned my presence, Mother." He was teasing a little, of course.

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gogreenplease
2009-05-20 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Well, at least he admitted it. It was very difficult to remain angry with him anyway, and Jord squeezed his form in her arms, sighed, sniffed a little. Disappointed? No, she wasn't disappointed...or maybe she had been disappoineted but how could she remain so when he was here and he had come to see her and saying that the other's didn't make him guilty. How could any mother be disappointed?

The hints of a smile began tugging at her lips, and sighed as she finally replied, "Alright. Alright. I'm not disappointed and...I'm sure you'll be able to make it up to me in time. You always do."

He pulled back and she did as well, reaching up despite the fact that he was speaking, placing a pale hand on either of his cheeks, pulling his forehead down for a kiss. It took the goddess a moment to process whatever nonsense he was on about; in her mind, whatever it was couldn't be as important as making sure he was properly mothered, cooked for, fawned over, and thoroughly embarrassed, but the information broke through nonetheless, and as Jord released her palms from his face, her eyes went wide.

"I destroyed your office?" she asked, clearly surprised. "Wait....you worked...in a munitions factory?" And then, giggling to herself, full of mischeif, the goddess shook her head. "Well, I can hardly be held responsible for your poor career choices, you know...."

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ridealone
2009-05-20 06:04 pm UTC (link)

He felt better once she smiled, it meant that he wasn't going to get yelled at and lectured and probably beat up a little bit like he'd been half expecting her to do. And knowing that she wasn't really disappointed in him was a great weight off his shoulders. At least not he could stop stressing over that.

And then she laughed.

Thor snorted softly himself and threw his hands up in the air. "War," he said, "Thunder. Big booms. Yeah, I was in munitions. Until one day I get a call - Oh hey, Thor, our office building was destroyed, don't worry about coming into work." His eyes narrowed. "I knew it was you too. I'd been hearing things. But I just expected it meant that you figured out where I was and was trying to force me back home. Realized about... oh, yesterday, that it was just another cosmic coincidence. Still... way to go," he said, rolling his eyes.

With another small laugh he placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead, shaking his head as he pulled away. "So... you're happy to see me, then? I see I've come at a bad time, but hopefully I'm not completely inconvenient."

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gogreenplease
2009-05-20 07:44 pm UTC (link)

"Your employer calls you 'Thor'?" she asked with a smirk, of course capitalizing on the least significant detail of his little story just to bother him. The goddess allowed his kiss, clossed her eyes as his lips brushed her forehead, smiled further.

"I had my reasons..." she replied softly, playing at the mystery to avoid a story she wasn't ready to tell without a bit of dinner. "And don't 'way to go' me, Favored Son, You should know that in response for that little escapade I garnered several useful favors. I'm afraid your mother is capable of finding herself rather well connected these days, even when her son disappears for a thousand or so years..."

She sighed, bringing her hands to rest on his sturdy forearms, forcing herself not to feel the tears that were threatening to invade her eyes. "I am happy. I am...deliriously happy. And I...I really don't think you could have come at a better time, actually..." And then the tears did spill over and she felt strangely embarrassed and wiped them away quickly, that fierce persona slipping in from of one of the only beings who could move it.

"I have....much news...but we should eat. And we need alcohol." She caught a stray tear in her fingertips, bit her lip, and threw her arms around him again. "I don't care how long you're gone," she said quietly. "I'm.....I'm just glad you've returned to me."

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ridealone
2009-05-20 09:44 pm UTC (link)

A laugh, "Yeah, I didn't feel like fucking with yet another alias so I just told him my parents we weird hippie types and, let's face it, you are." It was a good cover for why no one ever met his family members too. He'd been living a completely different life there for a while and it had been a much needed break from reality.

"As long as you're making your connections, Mother," he replied with a small smirk. She was always plotting, always up to something. Maybe he got that from her... that and his temper. Oh yes, the temper.

At the mention of food he positively grinned, "Hope you haven't forgotten just how endless my appetite is," he said with a thick chuckle. "I promise you, some things really do never change. And yes, alcohol. You're one of the few left I can drink with after Baldr has gone and forgotten what it's like to enjoy life's very important indulgences. Though I suppose, were Father around, he would be a decent second choice." He really needed to get out and find some fellow - okay, he wasn't single, he had to quit saying that to himself. But regardless, he needed to find some men who knew how to enjoy themselves and weren't shackled to their women.

He did notice the tear and that's why, when she hugged him, he wrapped his arms tight around her waist and picked her up, straightening himself to full hight and squeezing her back. He knew she could handle it. "Alright, alright..." he said. "Food. And we'll talk about your news. And I'll be damned if we don't do something about that you-not-eating-meat thing," he joked.

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gogreenplease
2009-05-24 09:21 pm UTC (link)

"Weird hippie type?" Jord asked, thinking over the description. "Perhaps I am. Your father works for...the government." And she smirked when she said it, because it was amusing and true, and sounded rather terribly mundane, even if it wasn't. Really, she had no room to talk - not from her fancy Manhattan office, but it was fun, occasionally, to wax smug.

"And I am always making my connections, my son, you know that..." the goddess replied with a flippant gesture, her anger almost entirely faded, replaced with an excitement that bordered on giddy, an undercurrent even among the tears.

His appetite....oh, she knew. It had been a thousand years...more? Since she had prepared any sort of meat. Now days they sold animals already cut apart, which seemed convenient, but she had never tried to fix one. "I couldn't forget your appetite anymore than I could forget your ridiculous face. But I haven't got near enough food to accommodate you. It'll be takeout for us. What do you want?" The mention of Baldr almost stung, and her mind traveled to Frigg's fair son and how they had been each other's replacement...how close they had become since he arrived. The goddess' stomach clenched slightly. She wanted to remain close to Baldr, but Frigg was here and...things hadn't exactly gone well at their first meeting. It was a problem. Still, right now her thoughts were for her son, and she preened at being his first choice.

She didn't have much of a choice but to allow that hug; her son was enormous and strong and anyway, she liked the affection, coming from him. It felt very right to have Thor in this house, here with her. She nodded against his shoulder. "Yes, food, and news, and I wont be eating meat and you're well aware of that, and you can't complain becuase it means more for you." Jord smirked. "Sometimes it's a wonder to me that you find time to function amidst all the eating you do..."

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ridealone
2009-05-25 07:58 am UTC (link)

"So father's a square now?" he chuckled, breaking away from his mother to wander over to her couch - sitting down easily and stretching an arm over the back of it. He glanced back, looked her over and grinned. "Looks like you are too, actually." He didn't mind, he'd worked for The Man for a while himself and figured they all had to do what they had to do.

"Takeout," he hummed after a moment. "I got partial to Chinese as a result of all-night business meetings," he said - and at least that had meat in it, and would probably have to do for a while. "And they're quick." The next comment, about his ability to function, earned a playfully shocked expression and a small snort. "I eat while I'm doing other things," he said. "I'm not so thick that I can't multi-task. I can chew gum and walk at the same time too," he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

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gogreenplease
2009-05-25 08:21 am UTC (link)

"A square?" Jord asked with a small giggle, and then she rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm not a fucking square, Thor. I circumvent the evils of industrialization while pretending to be a square. Big difference. Huge difference." But she was smirking; she found all of this to be a rather grand joke and anyway, the whole world seemed amusing when she was this happy....especially after so much time spent in depression.

"Chinese it is then," Jord replied, moving over to her wine cabinet to pick something to drink, snorting a bit of laughter at his reply. "It's a good thing you're immortal, then. I can only imagine the sorts of disasters that would occur in a munitions factory from constant...multitasking."

But she had the wine out now, and in a moment she was armed with both a corkscrew and her phone, so she dialed a Chinese place nearby, and ordered her own vegan dishes before handing the phone off to him, letting him order whatever he wanted and handing him a credit card. Despite the fact that she seemed so casual around him, the goddess was overjoyed to see her son...and quite vastly relieved. And she had much to fill him in on....but for now it was fun to fall back into old habits, to see how much he had changed and how much he hadn't.

Opening the wine, the goddess poured them each a glass and brought both glasses and bottle to the couch. Curling up beside him, she grinned and handed him a glass, sipped her own, sighed. "So, tell me the high points...what've you been up to lately?"

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ridealone
2009-05-25 08:47 am UTC (link)

Thor ordered, enough food for at least two men of his size, maybe three. Well, his mother did know what she was getting herself into when she made the offer. He clicked the phone off and laid it aside, leaning back on the couch and smiling at her as he took the offered glass.

"High points?" he repeated with a sigh. "I spent a few years with my head buried in the sand, so to speak, lamenting over the destruction of my home. And then I came here, assumed the mortal lifestyle, played the game as it were... I had a girlfriend who was alright for the most part and a place in Pennsylvania. Back yard, dog, the whole... postcard situation. But you know me, I can't handle domesticity. I don't like it. After a couple of years I split and moved out on my own, transferred departments and busied myself being second-in-command for a while. And then, well..." he waved his hand indicatively. "And now I'm here."

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gogreenplease
2009-05-26 08:03 am UTC (link)

Jord listened to his story, and it was very like him...Thor never was a domestic sort. He took after his father in that regard, for Jord was, despite her proclivity toward strategy and Machiavellianism, essentially leaned toward domesticity. She was The Mother, and though she had never been allowed the joys of a husband or a picket fence, she had always desired Frigg's place.

It may have been hypocritical, but she wouldn't have minded sharing if she knew that she took the first place.

"I'm ...just glad you are here," she murmured quietly, looking contemplative for a moment, a soft smile on her lips. "I've missed you and...I worried for you. The war was insanity. It was chaos. And I became very involved very quickly, for I wasthe sole Norse...or at least, the sole Norse who wasn't the progeny of Loki..." the goddess sighed. "It was a very tumultuous and fearful time. I worried for you terribly."

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ridealone
2009-05-26 09:31 am UTC (link)

He nodded, "I did what had to be done on my part, and then watched it all turn without me. This recent surge in power for some of us has left me a little bewildered, actually. I hadn't expected, to ever..." he glanced downward at his hands folded in his lap, brows furrowed. "Well, I had given up hope and resigned to just let things happen. But now, it's... I don't even know a word for it. It'll be better, for all of us. We're slowly finding each other and coming together and pulling families into one place again. It's nice."

Thor reached over and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm glad I'm here too. And I'm so sorry that you had to worry about me. I know you always will, regardless, but I'm sorry you were forced to."

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