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milliways_bar2013-02-02 10:29 pm
mjolnir_retriever) wrote in milliways_bar2013-02-02 10:29 pm
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Thor thought he was leaving his chambers for the palace hallway. (He also thought that the only doors to Milliways seemed to be on Earth, and not Asgard.)
And yet: Milliways.
The Thor that casts a look across the barroom looks notably different than anyone here will have seen him before. He's clad in armor, and carries a large war-hammer easily in one hand. And there's a subtle radiance to him that wasn't there before -- not an actual glow, but as if the light is hitting him differently, so that all the colors of his body and clothing are just a tad more saturated than those of anything around him.
Other things Thor looks: weary, and heartsore.
Thor wouldn't necessarily mind companionship right now, but this -- this brightly lit room full of bustle and strangers and curious faces and lives untouched by his brother's life and his brother's (probable) death -- is exactly what he doesn't want. That one look done, he heads straight for the back door.
You'll be able to find him out back, striding alongside the lake, or sitting on a rock some ways away from the bar with his forearms on his knees and his hammer resting beside him.
Or, perhaps, you'll just see a strangely isolated thunderstorm moving rapidly over the lake towards the mountains, with what the keen-eyed might perceive to be a humanoid form in its midst.
And yet: Milliways.
The Thor that casts a look across the barroom looks notably different than anyone here will have seen him before. He's clad in armor, and carries a large war-hammer easily in one hand. And there's a subtle radiance to him that wasn't there before -- not an actual glow, but as if the light is hitting him differently, so that all the colors of his body and clothing are just a tad more saturated than those of anything around him.
Other things Thor looks: weary, and heartsore.
Thor wouldn't necessarily mind companionship right now, but this -- this brightly lit room full of bustle and strangers and curious faces and lives untouched by his brother's life and his brother's (probable) death -- is exactly what he doesn't want. That one look done, he heads straight for the back door.
You'll be able to find him out back, striding alongside the lake, or sitting on a rock some ways away from the bar with his forearms on his knees and his hammer resting beside him.
Or, perhaps, you'll just see a strangely isolated thunderstorm moving rapidly over the lake towards the mountains, with what the keen-eyed might perceive to be a humanoid form in its midst.
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"What troubles the storms?"
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"Nothing I would speak of."
It's not particularly repressive. It's just fact.
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But he also doesn't really care about it right now.
So: okay sure whatever.
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Thor doesn't want to talk about his mood, he doesn't want to parry words for a game, and he is completely out of ability to give a damn if he makes things awkward. And if he sticks around here, he's going to say or do something he'll regret.
"I wish you well in your evening," Thor says flatly, pushing himself up to walk away. He opens his hand without glancing back, and Mjölnir's handle slaps into his palm.