Thor had arrived in Storybrooke some time ago, and truth be told, he found the place quite pleasing. He had first been notified of it's existence as a large storm of interesting property blew it's way through the small town. Curious, he had decided to investigate. What he found was a charming town, the existence of magic in Midgard, and a woman named Emma Swan.
"Might I offer a hand, Emma?" he offered, smiling pleasantly. The storm had left some damage in it's wake and it was the least that he could do to try and help. After all, it wouldn't be the first time now that he's been on clean-up duty.
Truth be told, he rather liked it here. There was something slightly familiar about Storybrooke. Perhaps it was that sense of magic in the air, or the way it's denizens were not of this place. He did not feel quite as foreign.
Truthfully, Emma had been worried when Thor had shown up asking questions about magic and easily settling into conversation with anyone he decided to speak to. Everyone in town was easily won over by the stranger - including Henry, who now had a new book he was referencing to explain the warrior's identity to Emma. She had been careful at first, keeping an eye on him as he wandered around and an even closer one when he spoke to her kid, but now, she was ready to give up on the idea that he might be a danger to them and felt grateful for his help.
"Mind helping me clear this?" she asked, calling down from her place on top of the school bus. Emma had climbed on it to clear away some of the debris from the 'magic' storm, and was finding that broken pieces of building were heavier to lift than she had been expecting. With it growing dark out, Emma wanted to finish up soon and call it a night. Being sheriff was a job that she took seriously, but given the last couple of weeks, she would have been lying if she said she wasn't feeling
"Happily," Thor agreed, glad that he could help. Moving large hunks of rock and building was something that he was well-qualified to do.
He climbed easily on top of the bus to join Emma, surveying the debris that she had indicated. It was clear that they were perhaps a bit too large for her to handle on her own, but Thor crouched and lifted one of the larger chunks easily. "Is there somewhere in particular that you would like me to drop this?"
"There's a pile in back of the bus." Emma glanced up, watching Thor pick up one of the pieces she couldn't even move, and without any sign of stress. "Come on, now you're just showing off," she teased, pushing a smaller section of wood off where she indicated. He had a way of making things look easy that, in Emma's opinion, were anything but. She was lucky that he seemed to be on their side; no one in town would have been a match for him.
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Thor gave her a bit of a cheeky grin as he passed her to toss his rock off the back of the bus. "Would it really be so bad if I were?"
He came back to grab another one of the larger pieces of debris, trying not to concern himself too much over what her answer might be. It was harmless flirting, he reasoned. And she would hopefully not be offended by it.
Emma may have rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't hide the smirk that followed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to impress me." She might not have been good about showing it, but Emma had learned that most things about Thor were pretty impressive. The fact that he seemed to be aware of it, well, that made her less guilty about her usual response to him.
She cleared off a bit more and reached for a block of cement that was heavier than it looked, struggling to move it. "Alright, I give. It wouldn't be so bad."
He chuckled softly, hurrying to her side, to help her with the block. He grinned over it at her and lifted easily. He really wasn't intending to show off so much, but he wasn't about to complain if she took note. She didn't appear to be all that annoyed in any case. "As long as it's not so bad that you're impressed."
Perhaps he was testing his limits, a bit. He wanted to know her reaction, how she really thought of him. His time spent here had been welcome to him, in large part because of her. He was curious.
"You know, most people wouldn't be trying to get the attention of the sheriff." Emma said this with the knowledge that most people weren't like him. He might not have stood out as much in Storybrooke as he would have anywhere else, but there were still things about Thor that were new to her. Maybe there was even more that she wanted to know about him, but there weren't enough hours in the day for Emma to get everything that she wanted.
She dusted off her jeans and moved to the side of the bus, sweeping dirt and debris off of it's edge. As she finished, she found her gaze falling on him once more, watching as he worked to clean up a town he wasn't even a part of.
Thor glanced her way at her comment. To anyone who knew Thor, it wasn't exactly surprising that he was drawn to an independent and strong woman such as Emma. There were facets he saw in her that drew her to him. Moth to flame. It was rewarding to see time and again that he had been right about her. She had a good heart.
"I think you are more than your title, Emma. Your position," he replied finally. He had tossed a few more of the larger pieces into the pile and mostly what was left could just be swept away. They were just about finished.
She hesitated to speak after him, silently considering her position and how she had fought for it against Regina. It meant a lot to her, more than the other titles that were being thrown around now, things like "savior" and "princess" - words she would never be able to live up to. "You have an interesting title yourself." If Henry was to be believed, and at this point, she wasn't going to question him.
"I think you should tell me about it over a mug of hot chocolate," she offered, sweeping up what she could before she decided that they were done for the day. It was late, and she had shown up early. It was time to relax. "What do you think?"
Hot chocolate. That certainly piqued his interest. If Emma's intent was to lure him in with the promise of sugar and something sweet to his taste, Thor didn't really have much of a chance. There was no fighting such a promise.
He raised an eyebrow, smiling over at her. "I have nothing to hide," he assured her. "I would be happy to join you. I have only had hot chocolate once before, and I quite enjoyed it."
Emma returned the smile when he accepted her invitation, taking a quick look around to make sure that the bus was ready to be called in for repairs. "Then you're in luck, it's the only thing that I know how to make," she admitted, wiping her hands on the sleeves of her shirt before she started to climb down, taking her time so that she wouldn't go sliding off.
"My drink of choice at the end of a long day used to be scotch, but with Henry living with me, I made the switch to something he liked, too." Action movies were now dragon movies, and her language was, well, a work in progress. She just didn't want her kid to come home and catch her getting drunk with the god of thunder, it was a reasonable concern.
"Put a little cinnamon in it and some whipped cream on it, and it's a lot more comforting than alcohol."
He followed her down with a soft chuckle, practically gliding down the edge of the bus like it was nothing. The benefits of being rather accustomed to falling from great heights, perhaps. Maybe it was all she knew how to make, but she still had that over him. He had barely been able to figure out pop tarts. As it was, he was swiftly becoming one of Granny's best customers.
"Scotch. I have a friend who is very fond of that drink, I believe," he replied, matching her pace easily. He had come to learn to shorten his stride at times, while here in Midgard. At home in Asgard, he was a prince. People matched his stride. It was not quite the same here, he found, and he did not wish to offend.
"Personally, I find the beverages here to be a little... Weak, in truth," he laughed. He had seen how Asgardian mead could put some of his Midgardian friends flat on their backs. "Usually when I am here, I will choose my drinks for other properties. I think your hot chocolate is a good choice."
"Weak? I don't want to know what it would take to get you drunk," Emma grinned, her eyes just a little bit brighter at the idea of her mighty new friend in the drunk tank with Grumpy. She couldn't begin to imagine how much alcohol would be required to get him to that point and automatically assumed it might have been more than they had available at Granny's
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Thor laughed softly. Anything that he had consumed here in Midgard had been barely stranger than water to him, though he did enjoy the familiar taste of some of the drinks. Sometimes he would order an ale purely for the familiar bitter taste. It came as a faint comfort to him when he was feeling particularly homesick. It was unlikely to get him the least bit inebriated, however.
He looked up as she spoke, noting how it was strange that he seemed to fit in. He had to admit that it surprised him as well. He hadn't expected to find something of a place here. He had always felt rather like a fish out of water when in Midgard. He did not let it phase him, but he still would often feel like he was out of the loop. He felt that a little less, here. Perhaps simply because he was not the only one from another land, here.
"Odd, I agree," he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. He regarded her, his eyes bright in the dimming daylight. "But I am not ungrateful. I have enjoyed my stay here in Storybrooke. I feel that I am of use, here."
Emma had to admit, Thor had shown up when Storybrooke was most in need of help. It was one of the reasons why she had originally questioned his timing; because in her mind, it was unbelievably lucky for them that he had shown up to lend a hand. Now, it seemed like everything had worked out the way it was supposed to, and Snow White had assured her that sometimes things did simply work out in their favor.
"We're grateful too, even if we're too busy rebuilding to stop and show it," she assured him, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she led him back toward the center of town. "It's not just physical, you know? People remember who they are. There have been some happy reunions and some not-so-happy ones. It's a lot to take in." Particularly for Emma, who had a family she had never known before.
"But it's nice to have someone to share stories with - especially someone who hasn't heard them before."
Thor had arrived in Storybrooke some time ago, and truth be told, he found the place quite pleasing. He had first been notified of it's existence as a large storm of interesting property blew it's way through the small town. Curious, he had decided to investigate. What he found was a charming town, the existence of magic in Midgard, and a woman named Emma Swan.
"Might I offer a hand, Emma?" he offered, smiling pleasantly. The storm had left some damage in it's wake and it was the least that he could do to try and help. After all, it wouldn't be the first time now that he's been on clean-up duty.
Truth be told, he rather liked it here. There was something slightly familiar about Storybrooke. Perhaps it was that sense of magic in the air, or the way it's denizens were not of this place. He did not feel quite as foreign.
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"Mind helping me clear this?" she asked, calling down from her place on top of the school bus. Emma had climbed on it to clear away some of the debris from the 'magic' storm, and was finding that broken pieces of building were heavier to lift than she had been expecting. With it growing dark out, Emma wanted to finish up soon and call it a night. Being sheriff was a job that she took seriously, but given the last couple of weeks, she would have been lying if she said she wasn't feeling
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He climbed easily on top of the bus to join Emma, surveying the debris that she had indicated. It was clear that they were perhaps a bit too large for her to handle on her own, but Thor crouched and lifted one of the larger chunks easily. "Is there somewhere in particular that you would like me to drop this?"
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He came back to grab another one of the larger pieces of debris, trying not to concern himself too much over what her answer might be. It was harmless flirting, he reasoned. And she would hopefully not be offended by it.
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She cleared off a bit more and reached for a block of cement that was heavier than it looked, struggling to move it. "Alright, I give. It wouldn't be so bad."
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Perhaps he was testing his limits, a bit. He wanted to know her reaction, how she really thought of him. His time spent here had been welcome to him, in large part because of her. He was curious.
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She dusted off her jeans and moved to the side of the bus, sweeping dirt and debris off of it's edge. As she finished, she found her gaze falling on him once more, watching as he worked to clean up a town he wasn't even a part of.
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"I think you are more than your title, Emma. Your position," he replied finally. He had tossed a few more of the larger pieces into the pile and mostly what was left could just be swept away. They were just about finished.
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"I think you should tell me about it over a mug of hot chocolate," she offered, sweeping up what she could before she decided that they were done for the day. It was late, and she had shown up early. It was time to relax. "What do you think?"
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He raised an eyebrow, smiling over at her. "I have nothing to hide," he assured her. "I would be happy to join you. I have only had hot chocolate once before, and I quite enjoyed it."
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"My drink of choice at the end of a long day used to be scotch, but with Henry living with me, I made the switch to something he liked, too." Action movies were now dragon movies, and her language was, well, a work in progress. She just didn't want her kid to come home and catch her getting drunk with the god of thunder, it was a reasonable concern.
"Put a little cinnamon in it and some whipped cream on it, and it's a lot more comforting than alcohol."
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"Scotch. I have a friend who is very fond of that drink, I believe," he replied, matching her pace easily. He had come to learn to shorten his stride at times, while here in Midgard. At home in Asgard, he was a prince. People matched his stride. It was not quite the same here, he found, and he did not wish to offend.
"Personally, I find the beverages here to be a little... Weak, in truth," he laughed. He had seen how Asgardian mead could put some of his Midgardian friends flat on their backs. "Usually when I am here, I will choose my drinks for other properties. I think your hot chocolate is a good choice."
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He looked up as she spoke, noting how it was strange that he seemed to fit in. He had to admit that it surprised him as well. He hadn't expected to find something of a place here. He had always felt rather like a fish out of water when in Midgard. He did not let it phase him, but he still would often feel like he was out of the loop. He felt that a little less, here. Perhaps simply because he was not the only one from another land, here.
"Odd, I agree," he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. He regarded her, his eyes bright in the dimming daylight. "But I am not ungrateful. I have enjoyed my stay here in Storybrooke. I feel that I am of use, here."
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"We're grateful too, even if we're too busy rebuilding to stop and show it," she assured him, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she led him back toward the center of town. "It's not just physical, you know? People remember who they are. There have been some happy reunions and some not-so-happy ones. It's a lot to take in." Particularly for Emma, who had a family she had never known before.
"But it's nice to have someone to share stories with - especially someone who hasn't heard them before."
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