[Starter for @obsessionsarenotforheroes ]
As far as nights in ever-chaotic New York could go, it was a relatively peaceful one at least. Not that Thor held much manner for comparison, busy side alleys and late-night stores always teetering just on the edge of overwhelming. Asgard, for all its scope and grandeur, did not ascribe to the same sense of round-the-clock activity. At most there were late-night revels in the mead halls or small groups on night-time walks, but by and large the city itself was quiet once the moon had risen.
New York’s energy still proved something of a novelty even after all of these years and Thor could no longer resist the call. The last few days had been mercifully absent of any serious activity and his restless soul had ached for distraction. At last freed of any duties to the Avengers for a day or two he had taken himself off into the city to explore it, for once, without a guide. His friends were always eager to show him the best of the city but tonight he was keen to walk his own path.
Between neon-lit signs, the fresh fragrance of coffee and the cool night air Thor was more than delighted to live his role as something of an intergalactic tourist. There was a wealth to see and do in such a small space – and although his ego was sizeable his time as a mortal had tempered it enough that he was comfortable with his own ignorance. This time, he was here to learn.
With no set destination in mind the æsir had taken a meandering stroll through boroughs and districts, distance little issue for a man of Asgard. He spent a pleasant evening eating and drinking and chatting amiably with the fascinating Midgardians who made up the city, and although Midgardian liquor held little effect on his disposition it was still enough to dull some sense. By the time he had realised he’d wandered into quieter areas it was beyond his caring. The night was still young and there was always likely to be something happening. He had heard of music venues and comedy clubs – perhaps with more investigation he could find one of these nearby.
The opportunity never arose. In passing one unremarkable bar (Thor was, much like a moth, currently drawn to the flashier establishments), there came the unmistakable crunch of shattering glass. A moment later and there was a body at his feet.
Peace had been nice while it lasted but Thor was never one able to leave a confrontation – whether that be to come to aid or simply let off steam. His curiosity was suitably piqued, but his ire had not been roused enough that he was tempted to bull straight in without some context. Instead he deigned to head inside as though nothing had spilled out onto the street, pushing open the door with little hesitation. No sooner had he done so, a glass shattered against his arm.
