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havenoplans May 20 2011, 04:36:10 UTC
There's no thought process to his movement. Not in his natural element, Thor's arms flail gracelessly, wildly. Whatever ground he gains by kicking his legs, he loses just as quickly, not quite sinking, but not getting any closer to the surface, either. Trying to move laterally instead, he might have made some measure of progress, but his efforts are soon hindered by the added weight of a man's hand trying to grapple him. For a moment Thor thinks it to be Loki's, but his brother wouldn't be so foolish, even with the threat of drowning, and so Thor continues his sideways approach, air seeming much more important than anything else. If a new battle awaits him, he'll fight it on land.

Hitting a rock with the back of his hand, he shoves his fingers into a crack to gain leverage, and relying on his strength rather than his ability to swim, he pulls himself upward, fighting against the weight of his clothes (he might have unhooked the cape, at least, he realizes, but this is better, faster) and his assailant. When at last he breaks the surface, he sucks in a mighty, heaving breath, holding himself on the rock's edge as to not fall back in, but still manages to turn to see who it is who would've seen him drown sooner.

"You dare try to threaten me?" Thor asks breathlessly, his eyes gone wide with confusion. Loki's nowhere to be found and Mjolnir doesn't answer him. Wherever he is, it's certainly not Asgard.

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oscaroscaroscar May 30 2011, 21:05:35 UTC
"I dare no such thing!" Felix sputtered, helping all the while in his own unique fashion, which currently consisted mostly of just holding up the man's cape. "Unless you come from a place where saving a person from drowning constitutes a threat. Honestly, I wouldn't be entirely surprised."

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