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fossilised2017-12-19 09:53 pm
throneenvy) wrote in fossilised2017-12-19 09:53 pm
Jotunheimr
Thor Odinson was not ready to be King.
That much had become suddenly and sharply clear to Odin All-Father, a sharp pain that he would rather not have had. He had been blinded too long by love for his only heir, seeing only his affable way of gaining friends and his strength on the battlefield, but ignoring how he had become spoiled and arrogant. He had glossed over the reports from Thor's tutors that his son had not studied the other realms or the duties of a King as he should, and had instead spent much of his youth carousing with his favoured companions, hunting or getting into trouble together.
But this... this was beyond a childish scrape.
Egged on by his friends, or so it had come out since the act, Thor had decided to go to Jotunheim - a forbidden act - for the sole purpose of finding one of its inhabitants and slaying it. A proof of his mettle as a warrior, to kill one of the fearsome giants, the monsters of the icy realm. He felt ashamed, sick at heart that his only son could be so ignorant as to think that any race were just monsters. He might have hoped these were just rantings, but he saw preparations begin to take place and he knew that they meant to commit treason by disobeying his orders of no contact with Jotunheim and perhaps start another war.
Arrangements were hastily made, pushed through Frigga who had more goodwill remaining to her among the Giants, and when Thor arrived at the Bifrost, he would find Odin standing by the great sword rather than Heimdall, his one eye forbidding.
"Why are you so eager to seek out war, my son?"
That much had become suddenly and sharply clear to Odin All-Father, a sharp pain that he would rather not have had. He had been blinded too long by love for his only heir, seeing only his affable way of gaining friends and his strength on the battlefield, but ignoring how he had become spoiled and arrogant. He had glossed over the reports from Thor's tutors that his son had not studied the other realms or the duties of a King as he should, and had instead spent much of his youth carousing with his favoured companions, hunting or getting into trouble together.
But this... this was beyond a childish scrape.
Egged on by his friends, or so it had come out since the act, Thor had decided to go to Jotunheim - a forbidden act - for the sole purpose of finding one of its inhabitants and slaying it. A proof of his mettle as a warrior, to kill one of the fearsome giants, the monsters of the icy realm. He felt ashamed, sick at heart that his only son could be so ignorant as to think that any race were just monsters. He might have hoped these were just rantings, but he saw preparations begin to take place and he knew that they meant to commit treason by disobeying his orders of no contact with Jotunheim and perhaps start another war.
Arrangements were hastily made, pushed through Frigga who had more goodwill remaining to her among the Giants, and when Thor arrived at the Bifrost, he would find Odin standing by the great sword rather than Heimdall, his one eye forbidding.
"Why are you so eager to seek out war, my son?"
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Bruce might turn into a big green killer sometimes, but he was passionately opposed to that sort of thing usually. Perhaps more so than he would have been otherwise, almost like a desperate need to make up for his violent nature however he could.
"What about a piece of tanned hide? People who kill and butcher animals for the meat trade sometimes keep the hides and have them tanned."
That, at least, would be more ethical.
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He leaned back and turned the seat around to face Banner before he really looked at him.
“How have you been doing this? It’s been... what? Seven years since Harlem?” Tony wasn’t known for tiptoeing. “Massive bag of weed? Giant bongo drums? Do you juice cleans?”
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"I'm careful."
That wasn't the exact truth, but they didn't know each other nearly well enough for him to be more specific about the relationship between him and the Other Guy.
"Can we not talk about Harlem? It's not exactly a topic that I enjoy."
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True. There was no doubt that meeting the Hulk would be super awesome.
He just wasn’t prepared at the moment for that to happen.
“And I want to make sure Loki doesn’t intend to hint you. Green’s her color.” The easy mirth, the shine of his eyes, everything said that Tony was trying to make friends.
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It was why he gave Tony a polite smile in return, perfectly pleasant but without that earnest mirth behind it, more of a sadness instead. Tony seemed nice, intelligent, but he just couldn't have friends.
"I'll make sure to remember that, no Hulk where the alien goddess can see. Wow... is that a sentence I just said?"