#return to midgard

[xpirate-angel]

Return to Midgard

It had been a few years since Thor had been back to Midgard, but, of course, when one lived as long as Asgardians tended to a few years wasn't very long at all. Everything looked much like it did the last time he'd been on the planet, at least from several thousand feet up.

Thor was following Peter's locator beacon, still confused at why humans used such primitive technology. The signal was unable to penetrate the planet's atmosphere so it had been useless in tracking Quill until they had pinpointed a planet to search. Now that he did it was leading him to what looked like an island on the other side of the continent he'd been to previously.

The Benatar was cloaked as he descended, but even so Thor knew that staying in the air for too long near a city wasn't the best idea ever. So, he scanned for places to land, and did a doubletake when the radar picked up something that was vaguely ship-like. He couldn't tell exactly whose ship it was or even if it was actually a ship, but it was close enough and there seemed to be clear space around it for the Benatar so Thor piloted them in that direction.

The landing was a bit rocky and loud, but without major incident. Leaving Groot asleep in his quarters Thor slung Stormbreaker on his back (he knew better than to leave it in a closed up ship, Peter would kill him if he put a hole in his ship because he summoned the weapon at an inopportune moment) and headed out of the ship, a small handheld radar in his palm so that he could continue to track Peter's location. He didn't go running off immediately though, instead looking around the area, trying to figure out what the shape he'd seen on the Benatar's radar had been.

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Return to Midgard

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It never failed to amaze him. How often he found his way back to Midgard. With Loki, he had no doubt, that he had used some of his magic to get him back. With his own circumstance after facing down an a ship of tremendous size. He hadn’t the foggiest.

His Kingdom, his own ship was. He had no idea what they were dealing with. Instinct at the time, had told him to jump into action. Figure out what was going on. Face down whatever threat was ahead. Yet, the only thing he could recall was the lights of the ship flashing in front of his very presence. Then waking up out in the middle of a busy New York City street corner. His body slamming against a cab. To most, it would have shattered their spine or even done some kind of damage. He shook it off and apologized.

It wasn’t long before he found himself face-to-face with Natasha. Barely, recognizing her with her blonde hair. It left him with plenty of questions but he followed suit behind her. His eyes taking in the sway of her hips. When they found shelter in a Brooklyn apartment. He found himself doing his best his to bring her up to speed about his situation. The loss of his eye and his new found status as King of Asgard.

On some level, he hurt. Something that he couldn’t recall feeling since Hela had knocked him down a bit. Instinct, told him it wasn’t the cab. Not in the slightest. He pulled off his shirt, examining his body for bruises in the mirror. Whatever had hit him felt like multiple buses worth.

“I suppose, I should apologize for being such a sudden burden,” he said, turning his head back to her. “I hadn’t expected so much change since my departure and exploration of the Nine Realms. You look...” he paused, moving toward her a bit. “More beautiful than I remember.”