(no subject)
WHO: Thor and whoever might randomly approach a huge dude in a cape.
WHERE: Central Park. Pay no attention to that tl;dr under the cut, he's wandering the park okay.
WHEN: Wednesday.
WARNINGS: abloo bloo bloo
SUMMARY: Thor goes for a really long walk and thinks about things. KRAKABOOM!!! EXCITING!!!
FORMAT: Whichever you want, but if by some miracle more than one person tags this, quick will obviously be quicker.
As mortals counted the days, it had been nearly a year since Thor had first come to the city. Nearly a year since Asgard had fallen, and Loki had died, and they had both so completely failed their father.
And here he was, worlds away. He believed what he had been told, that time hadn't passed back on his Midgard, but it was difficult not to think of Asgard languishing in ruins without him, wondering where he had gone. Why he had abandoned them when they so desperately needed him. He missed Balder, he missed Sif, he missed Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg; he missed his people, and he missed the surety that they had all felt when Odin had been king.
Mortals would dream up a day for fathers, he thought, leaning on a rail overlooking the Central Park Zoo. It was a fond thought: they had good hearts, mortals. He was only sorry that all he had left of his own father was a crumbled realm.
WHERE: Central Park. Pay no attention to that tl;dr under the cut, he's wandering the park okay.
WHEN: Wednesday.
WARNINGS: abloo bloo bloo
SUMMARY: Thor goes for a really long walk and thinks about things. KRAKABOOM!!! EXCITING!!!
FORMAT: Whichever you want, but if by some miracle more than one person tags this, quick will obviously be quicker.
As mortals counted the days, it had been nearly a year since Thor had first come to the city. Nearly a year since Asgard had fallen, and Loki had died, and they had both so completely failed their father.
And here he was, worlds away. He believed what he had been told, that time hadn't passed back on his Midgard, but it was difficult not to think of Asgard languishing in ruins without him, wondering where he had gone. Why he had abandoned them when they so desperately needed him. He missed Balder, he missed Sif, he missed Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg; he missed his people, and he missed the surety that they had all felt when Odin had been king.
Mortals would dream up a day for fathers, he thought, leaning on a rail overlooking the Central Park Zoo. It was a fond thought: they had good hearts, mortals. He was only sorry that all he had left of his own father was a crumbled realm.