Few things were more precious to him than that tiny kiss to his temple and Anthony went with the widest grin he’d ever given to a room he barely used and now had to share with Steven only to make a sort of strangled whooping noise once he saw his gift. “Thank you,” he cried, once more running head first into Steven as he returned and headed straight through the halls to the place where his interest lay. Dwarven worked tools would be put to very good use as he crouched over his find and slowly began to pry apart the seams. To discover that there was a person inside, if arms and legs were any indication, left him in more of a rush to remove the armor.
The occupant looked familiar in an eerie way that Anthony couldn’t put his finger on. He was old, perhaps Bruce’s age, and wore a soft shirt, dark thick pants and boots made from unnatural materials that Anthony didn’t like. He had a little gray to his hair and wore his facial hair strangely. Could he be a chieftain? A ruler? Hair in Aesir society often indicated rank.
The man was breathing but unconscious, so Anthony sat back on his heels before he wound up a smack to the other’s face. The crack was hard (he should have pulled the punch a little, whoops) and blood hit his knuckles as the other woke and yelled. It was a familiar voice…his own. Anthony scrambled back, yelling too. “What the hell?!”
“This is Asgard,” Anthony shouted back. Not Hel. “You’re alive!”
It was only after the shock wore off that Anthony realized he was looking at his double just as they had met Steven’s in battle. He called for Loki at once.
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The occupant looked familiar in an eerie way that Anthony couldn’t put his finger on. He was old, perhaps Bruce’s age, and wore a soft shirt, dark thick pants and boots made from unnatural materials that Anthony didn’t like. He had a little gray to his hair and wore his facial hair strangely. Could he be a chieftain? A ruler? Hair in Aesir society often indicated rank.
The man was breathing but unconscious, so Anthony sat back on his heels before he wound up a smack to the other’s face. The crack was hard (he should have pulled the punch a little, whoops) and blood hit his knuckles as the other woke and yelled. It was a familiar voice…his own. Anthony scrambled back, yelling too. “What the hell?!”
“This is Asgard,” Anthony shouted back. Not Hel. “You’re alive!”
It was only after the shock wore off that Anthony realized he was looking at his double just as they had met Steven’s in battle. He called for Loki at once.