Thor (wheresmyhammer) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-11 10:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | thor, tyr |
Criminal, this suffering.
Who: Thor (wheresmyhammer) and Tyr (pyriphlegethon)
What: Talking business.
Where: Thor's safehouse townhouse
When: Friday night
Warnings: None.
No pretences. He wasn't the subtle type, nor did he want to waste anyone's time beating around the bush. Brothers were scarce and yet trouble was always imminent. There was enough of them to kickstart any apocalyptic desires anyone - like Loki - might have had. Thor needed time to make some mental preparations if he was going to take a sword to a giant serpent and make eel fillet for lunch, but Ragnarok was so much bigger than just them. Even without the shotguns, someone was bound to notice three years of winter and bloodthirsty animals running loose through the city streets, and somehow Thor hadn't envisioned World War III when people talked about Ragnarok.
Still, that didn't mean he shouldn't be a little less aggressive when talking about the topic.
He casually glanced over Tyr's shoulder when he opened the front door - not overly paranoid, but shapeshifters and wolves had pretty good hearing.
"Come on then. Upstairs to the kitchen," he said after a moment, closing the door behind Tyr when he stepped in.
"Nice arm by the way."