Thor had been here but a little over a month, and while he had come to understand some of the workings of this place, he had no more liking for the fact that he had been kidnapped here than he had when he arrived. He was a warrior, the son of Odin, and this place left little room to exercise his true being. Being cut off from Asgard and his home was another thorn in him.
Today found him wandering the park, Mjolnir clasped tightly in his hand. He was in a bit of a mood, and hoped the fresh air would bring him out of it. He did not like feeling so weak, so under someone else's control. It was not the normal way a God's life went.
He saw someone sitting near him, looking rather pleased with himself, and - much to his surprise - looking rather like himself.