the grim; (hogun) wrote in pastprologueic, @ 2015-02-08 22:04:00 |
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With a blast of light, the third of the Warriors Three was deposited onto Midgardian terrain. Grey slabs of seamless stone, sirens wailing and motorised conveyances screeching, and a building stretching high and proud into the overcast sky. Midgard. Earth. Avengers Tower. He'd asked Heimdall to direct him as close as possible to his compatriots, and now here he was, head still spinning from the Bifrost's power for all that he remained still, utterly still, a strange figure in strange, dark leathers; armed, not quite to the teeth, but there was something in the long blade at his waist that screamed authentic rather than movie prop now turned Renaissance fair accoutrement.
This was not to be a prolonged stay. His task was to gather Thor, Sif, and his fellow Warriors, and tell them what he'd found out. Then, they would organise a mission in which they would locate the Aether and return it to the All-Father's care. Too much had happened with the other Infinity Stones to trust the Aether in anyone else's hands
But first, his friends. Hogun turned, faced briefly with his own reflection in the building's gleaming glass doors.