Who: Thor Odinson and Jane Foster What: Playing catch up over coffee at Granny's Where: Granny's! When: Just after Thor's arrival and prior to his chat with Loki. Rating: PG for likely PDA and feels, maybe 13 for topics of sad. Status: In progress Notes:
Thor glanced down at the seemingly fragile device laid in the palm of his hand. The technology of Midgard had always been strange to him despite much of its similarities to the workings within the halls of Asgard. Thor thought back to his days aboard the great Skycraft that belonged to the folks at SHIELD. It wasn't too hard from there, despite the fact that the device felt tiny in his hand, to work it out. He'd seen the way Stark and Doctor Banner had made about swiping away at things to move them about, and had been able to follow suit well enough to navigate his way about the town.
The walk to Granny's had been, by and large, rather leisurely and provided him with some much needed time to think. Even for Thor, the Son of Odin, the Prince of Asgard and the Warrior of Legend, this place was quite a lot to take in. It was like few places he'd ever visited, and that was without all the complications of multiple versions of his Brother, other Avengers, and even people who seemed to know him from some visit to this place he had made before and could not remember.
What kind of world was this, where those he knew to be dead were not? He had wanted to believe, at first, that perhaps his Brother had merely befallen the same strangeness of he and Jane; that maybe their timelines were merely not equal and Loki was from some previous point prior to his own death. His brows knitted thoughtfully for a moment as the heavy fall of his foot brought him to a pause on the street.
This was Loki, his Brother regardless of means. He was the man with whom Thor had spent more time than any other, and loved like only a Brother could. He was someone known to Thor in the ways that few were and, for all his want and hope, someone found himself unable to trust. It was a thought that drew a long sigh from his lips before he shook his head and continued his walk.
Much like the events of his landing, and even the impossible events that had happened since, the town still brought a faint smile to the edges of his lips. Despite the cool shadow of worry that he felt hung over his future here, there was something rather inspiring about the place. The people of this place just seemed so..calm, delighted even, and friendly. In a world populated by those he knew to be here, never mind those he'd already begun to imagine he'd yet to meet, he found that to be quite a sizable triumph.
Even if the only odds against the were a single Loki, which Thor already knew was not the case, it would have been quite a feat. Even being here himself, even knowing his fellow Avengers were here, as well as many other heroes from alternate universes -- a trait which Thor was still not quite sure he understood -- the place continued to function much as he understood it was supposed to.
It occurred to Thor that perhaps he was over thinking the situation. There was a remarkable lack of violence, nothing seemed to be exploding, and no one appeared to be in direct peril. In fact, short of the detail about not being able to leave, Thor found himself having a hard time seeing much of a downside. Perhaps if Jane hadn't been here..
But she was here, and there were soon to be meeting for one of the most splendid of all the foods he knew Midgard had to offer. This treat, combined with the company of Jane Foster, even armed with the knowledge that she likely had things to tell him he might not like, was enough to spur him onward.
It wasn't long until he reached Granny's, and even less time until the delightful smells of chocolate and sugared foods greeted his nose like a red carpet of culinary delights. He even felt the pace of his heart take a spike as the anticipation and excitement began to settle in his mind. It drove him up through the small front lot, and even crooked his frame hurriedly as to get him beyond the door.
Now, if only to answer the two burning questions in his mind:
Was Jane Foster here and what, aside from pancakes, did he wish to eat?