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Thor (thunderhippie) wrote in wariscoming,

It didn’t take Thor long at all to realize she was another new arrival. Unlike most, Thor didn’t really give much thought to when the seal might cease depositing people into this world. It wasn’t some laconic attitude of letting things happen in their own time, but the firm belief that there was a purpose for every single one of the people pulled into this world, and that the seal would continue pulling people here, and sending them back, as needed. That didn’t mean he was entirely thrilled with the multi-dimensional yo-yo, considering it would permanently separate him from Needy if either of them were returned to their own worlds, but faith wasn’t something you had part time.

The hard part, of course, was explaining all of this to someone new to this world. In Thor’s experience, it seemed that there were more worlds where things like multi-dimensional portals and apocalypses weren’t commonplace than where they were, and those without these things usually didn’t readily believe it when they were explained. Thor knew some people tended toward annoyance with that reaction, but he was more than used to it. On his own world, his identity had been doubted up to the point he summoned an army of Asgardian warriors across the rainbow bridge into Washington DC to combat the monstrous army summoned by his brother. That wasn’t an option here, but it generally wasn’t difficult to arrange a demonstration of superhuman abilities to those that doubted the situation they were in. Especially for Thor, who could teleport to Alaska or other far off parts on a whim.

There was also the moon, but that was generally a little too much too quick.

Thor flashed the new woman an easy grin and waved aside the compliment. If he caught the flirtatious turn, he didn’t let on. “Not a knight, no. Just someone who hasn’t forgotten what a little common decency is.” Thor had his own opinions about the state of mortal society, but for the moment he felt it was appropriate to spare the rant. “As for the other thing,” he continued, growing a little more serious, “that I do know something about.” He let out a little chuff of air, less a sigh and more just a thoughtful noise, and placed one hand on his hip, his coat falling back away from his arm and revealing the enormous double-headed hammer/axe that was Mjolnir in all its glory. The weapon’s handle jutted up almost to his ribs, and the double heads of the weapon rested at knee-level. It looked like a monster to even carry, but he wore it as if it was nothing. He also didn’t seem concerned at all that he was wearing a weapon in the open with only a minor nod toward subtlety. In truth he never went anywhere without it save the few obvious exceptions, and the sight of the “hippie with the hammer” had become somewhat commonplace around Lawrence. It didn’t hurt that some people seemed to think he was some sort of eccentric celebrity.

After another second of contemplation on his phrasing, he seemed to come to a decision. “You’re not likely to believe me, but you’re farther from home than you think.” He moved his free hand from his hip and lifted it, gesturing around in a roughly circular motion, his coat falling back into place and once again hiding Mjolnir from view save the handle. “This Earth isn’t the same Earth you were standing on a few seconds ago.” He paused and hurriedly added, “Assuming you were standing on Earth, which isn’t as safe an assumption here as it normally would be.” He knew how strange he had to sound and tried for an apologetic smile. “At this point, you’re either going to call me crazy or tell me this makes perfect sense, but how much do you know about quantum theory?”