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Thor (thunderhippie) wrote in wariscoming,

Thor wasn’t used to this. He was used to being significantly more active than this. Back home, the world was his to protect, by dint of his choice and his father’s mission for him. Back home, if the Morningstar chose in his arrogant folly to rise up and attempt to consume the world in his fire, he would be met by the thunder and the lightning. The apocalypse of the celestials held no fear for Thor, not because he would not be swept up in it, but because he was already witness to his own. Ragnarok came and went in the year the mortals knew as 1939, and while it was the end of everything Thor had known, he had learned in time that every end only made way for a new beginning. True to Balder’s words, Odin All-Father was reborn, and with it Asgard and all the power of the gods.

Here, things were different. Here, Thor could not simply resolutely plant himself in the Morningstar’s path and hold fast in furious battle. Here he could not even walk amongst the mortals publicly. Back home he was able to flit freely about and let everyone believe he was merely just another of their own genetically modified superheroes, but here there was no such thing. He could not openly aid in UN relief efforts, he could not hold speaking tours, and he had the sneaking suspicion that if he wanted any shot at getting his nearly complete manuscript published, he would have to do so under a pseudonym. That was how it had to be, Thor knew, as while this was Midgard, it was not his Midgard, and it was not his right to interfere with it on such grand a scale.

Even if a very big part of him did want to say to Hel with the rules and their butcher-beast “gods”.

It left him in an awkward position. He had family here, versions of his loved ones from other worlds like Loki and Sif, as well as connections here. People he would count as friends and, in Needy’s case, more. If it came to it, he would damn the rules and take up Mjolnir in stolid defense of the world and everyone on it. If it ever came to that, a possibility Thor both dreaded and longed for. How he hated these hidden wars, these sneaky wars, these wars that lashed him to small actions. While they certainly had their time and place, the subtle war and the cosmic rules prevented him from doing what he truly could do to aid this war. Until it was open war, he could do little more than play by the rules of the subtle war, and for a god, that might as well have been doing nothing at all.

Once, his older brother Balder the Brave – and, Thor had come to know, also Balder the Wise – had told him to have faith. It hadn’t been easy for him, certainly not after Ragnarok and the fall of Asgard, but eventually, he had unstoppered his ears and let the sense in his brother’s words reach him. He remembered those words fondly now, and girded himself against the doubts and frustrations of this world. While he understood that the Seal brought him here, he knew it could not have done so had his father not wished it. There was a reason he was here, some purpose that would make itself known in good time, and until then Thor would simply have to have faith.

Besides, he wasn’t totally useless.

Spending more time in America after joining the Ultimates had introduced him to more of American culture, and entirely by accident, Thor found himself quite enamored of the banana ice drink made by their 7-11 chain of convenience stores. They called it a Slurpee, which Thor found a little on the silly side, but the simplicity of the taste, could not fail to make him smile. It was why he had located a 7-11 near the complex almost as soon as he’d moved in, and why he routinely paid the place a visit when he wasn’t off anonymously building homes in Mexico or aiding drought-plagued villages in the various deserts of the world. This was why he was coming out of his favorite 7-11 at the right time to spot a clearly troubled woman leaning heavily against the buildings outer wall.