Who: Volstagg - Jane and/or whomever would like to greet Volstagg When: Backdated to around the time when Sif is beserking Where: Central Park, NYC What: Volstagg's arrival Rating: Low
"Like I was telling you, he just dumped him! I know, right? Cold. He was a wreck when I saw him. But then, I told him so..."
Crossing through Central Park on his way to work, Steve was talking to his friend on his cell when the sky began rumbling. It was unseasonably warm for December - 50 degrees - but nobody was complaining. The sky was overcast, but rain hadn't been predicted, so Steve cussed because he hadn't brought his umbrella. He looked up, but didn't expect the sky to open up with a sudden burst of bright light that came down like a pillar and made the ground quake when it struck the ground. Forgetting his phone conversation, Steve let out a yelp and ran for cover behind a nearby bush. When he peered through the foliage, he saw an large man with long, red hair and beard, dressed in armor. In his hand, he held an enormous battle axe. Shaking with fear, he held his cell up to his ear and said, "Dan, you're not going to believe this..."
Volstagg opened his eyes and wobbled in place to get his footing. He didn't particularly like traveling via the Bifrost, and the older he became the less he enjoyed it. But it was necessary, especially in times such as these. He looked around to see where Heimdall had dropped him off; a clearing, surrounded by trees, ut with no indication where he could find his tardy friend, Fandral, much less Prince Thor and Lady Sif.
A scowl appeared on his face, but then he spotted somebody behind the bushes and he regained some hope. He trod in that direction, hoisting his axe to wave his attention. "Good sir, do you..?"
Steve watched in horror as the armored man came toward him, waving his weapon. "Ahhhhhh!" he screamed, running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Volstagg watched in dismay, wondering what would provoke such a reaction, then realized with sudden clarity that the man had probably been spooked by his axe. "Oh. Hrm." He sheathed his axe across his back so that he would seem less intimidating. However, this didn't help his current dilemma.
"Why could Heimdall not take me directly Fandral?" he begrudgingly muttered, and began marching up a paved pathway, hoping that he might come across another person who was not so timid.
As it so happened, Volstagg did not see anybody else until he emerged from the forest to find himself on the edge of a bustling city with towers reaching high into the sky. Roads were full of metal vehicles going this way and that, and the side streets bustled with pedestrians. It wasn't as impressive as Asgard, but it was markedly different from the small village where he'd gone with his comrades in arms to find the banished Prince Thor. Volstagg scratched his head, wondering what he ought to do, when he saw up the street a cart drawn by a single horse. This was a more familiar sight, and he strode over to speak with the driver.
"Hail, mortal. I bid you to take me to Prince Thor." Volstagg reasoned that if he located Thor, then Fandral would not be far.
Taking tourists around Central Park on a horse-drawn carriage, the driver had seen many strange sights, but this one took the cake. "Sorry buddy. This ride only goes around the park."