Thor Odinson is a flummox. (thepowerofthor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-16 16:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent phil coulson, thor odinson |
Who: Thor, Agent Coulson, various NPCs
Where: The Mjolnir site
What: Thor is silly, sneaks out and tries to pull Mjolnir. This doesn't go well. Coulson is Coulson.
When: Tonight, Sunday evening, Dec 16th
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status Complete
Thor couldn't wait. He had to know; could he pull Mjolnir? Was that much of his dreams real? Or was it all a lie. he had read, already today, about Mjolnir arriving, and apparently sitting on top of the hill of rocks that he had been under slightly to the right of where he had been buried. Almost as if it had missed on purpose. But that would imply sentience, which would be... weird.
As if this whole thing wasn't weird. But... he had to know. Thor had made some arrangements, and his agent had not argued or asked questions. Nor had the cabbie, nor the store clerk who had been paid a great deal of money to bring an exact size of clothing to a meeting spot. Thankfully, most people didn't ask questions when faced with money, and Thor was biting back a groan as he lay his head back against the seat as the cab jounced toward the site of his recent near-death.
He knew this was probably stupid. But he had to know. And he was already healing just a little bit more than normal. That much was apparent. It had to be the dreams. He knew that, too. So now, he was working on the idea that maybe the dreams he had experienced would be enough for him to pull Mjolnir. Maybe.
He could hope.
If not, he also hoped his newfound resilience would see him through, and that the doctors would not yell at him too much.
As he cab came to a halt, Thor pushed himself forward, paid the man, and staggered out. He ignored the man's question about whether he was alright, and kept moving. He shouldn't be standing right now, not with a broken leg. But one crutch and a huge hell of a lot of leg brace tape and splinting had him walking carefully and slowly. His sprained arm, and broken fingers were being ignored, and complaining at him anyway, and he was pretty sure his ribs would hate him forever.
Considering all things, he was going to do his best to not jolt himself, and that meant sneaking in. Like his brother might advise... not his real brother, but the Loki of dreams.
When he was close, Thor started moving even more carefully. Training that had come to him with the dreams helped him spot the way in, the way to avoid sight. Crawling was involved a little bit of the way and that really hurt. But then, Then he was close, and he just ha to make it a little farther...