Thor (wheresmyhammer) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-03 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | odin, thor |
And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't outmatched, it can't be outrun, no.
Who: Thor (wheresmyhammer); OPEN to Odin/Huginn/Muginn (_wanderer_)
What: Home delivery.
Where: Odin's place.
When: Friday afternoon.
Warnings: N/A
He said he'd come by when he scraped together enough cash. He did what he could, short of selling his body parts, found himself a car no one else was keen to use and hit the road. He wasn't a stranger to road trips but it took him a while to get used to actually driving.
He didn't see Heimdall when he picked up the birds - in an all-too-familiar-looking carnival - but he didn't stay around long before putting the two old ravens in the backseat and driving off. All along the way either one or two of them were talking to Thor, screaming at each other, muttering to themselves or whispering to the voices in their heads - Thor wasn't paying enough attention to notice and clearly didn't care very much for their soliloquys and flyts.
Standing outside the door of the address Huginn had given him, he was tempted to kick it down and shoot bolts of lightning up the old man's arse. Might jolt his memory a little.
But all he did was knock, and walk away. He left a couple of old books at the door - spines were worn and corners of the hardback covers were fraying - what he chose to do with Thor's only copies of how their old world was like was his business.
And the birds - well, maybe they stayed, or maybe they were gone by the time Odin opened the door. Whatever the case, it was clear Thor didn't seem to care much for anything.
They were old men counting down the borrowed days, and Thor was too old, too impatient and just too tired to play babysitter.