OH, THE GOD OF THUNDER IS RESTLESS. There are many things he is good at, and ever has one of them been solving problems by going THROUGH them. Words are uttered as a frustrated GROWL, low and stalking and declared with the ferocity of INTENT; he’s weary and feels as though their recent incursions have gone NOWHERE.
The hand splayed on his chest is firm but without much in the way of actual force. He COULD bull his way past and do as the restless itch in his fingers so desires and take the fight STRAIGHT TO THEM, but he doesn’t. He stops, because he knows Steve speaks sense, no matter how much the fire and thunder in his blood urges him otherwise. A god he is, stubborn and fierce and willful and reckless, but he is not without reason.
He huffs, but there’s something that relents in him, acquiesces to Steve’s direction. Those blue eyes are fierce, though, and he thumps Mjölnir down on a table.
❛ Head cracking is what I am GOOD at, ❜ grumbles he, but it’s his last defense. ❛ But very well. I grow weary of these negotiations. There are only so many places they could have stowed it. ❜ It’s true, but it’s not as though he has any ideas of where that could be either; Steve’s sigh is followed by one of his own. He does hesitate, though, and the smile that follows is small. ❛ I trust in what you think is right. ❜
HE’D LIE IF HE CLAIMED HE DIDN’T OCCASIONALLY WONDER WHAT HE’S DONE TO DESERVE A GOD’S LOYALTY. it’s bizarre to say the least. mind-blowingly so, and a couple of hours have gone into wrecking his brain trying to figure out in what world an actually immortal being that controlled thunder would ever listen to a kid from Brooklyn, hurling a ridiculously solid frisbee at people’s heads. this world is the easy reply, and the one Steve is trying to content himself with. with a little bit of effort. a vague shrug follows, the Captain admitting defeat for the day, and he eyes the hologram of a map splayed across half the room.
“yeah, just almost the entirety of Earth.” looking at the bigger picture that probably does narrow it down a little. only not nearly enough to make their job any easier.
quiet words have him look up again, the hint of a smile reciprocated almost immediately. it’s not hard, knowing that it’s genuine; camraderie having turned into friendship over the past few months. and Steve is grateful for the support. and the smile. “thanks for that. pretty sure if you were the one givin’ me a headache on this team, I’d never recover.” Tony may be a pain in the ass occasionally, but he’s benign. Thor? Thor undoubtedly would have the ability to ruin his nerves entirely.
“don’t know about you but I’m about ready to put my feet up for the rest of the day sound good?”
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