There was something about this island that brought people together by literally running in to one another. Thor might as well have mowed Brynn down if he had not (barely) noticed her coming. The god at met her right at that corner, he nearly rounding it himself, when thud.
Large, warm hands came out to steady Brynn by the shoulders. At first he was he was startled by the chill of her flesh, and as her words filled his ears he couldn't help but give that charming sort of smile. Then, however, it fell as he was more startled by the thundering footsteps of the oncoming dragon. There was a jolt in Thor's chest, the sort of spring-into-action feeling as his muscles tensed and flexed.
He shoved Brynn behind himself to protect her. "Get down!" the God of Thunder cried, balling his right hand into a fist and taking a few running steps forward. He would meet this beast head on.
Somewhere in the distance from whence he came there was a far-off sound of silver growing closer.