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Private The All-Father Demands It!

Discussion in 'Ark City' started by Odin, Jul 18, 2019.

  1. Odin

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    This must not have been where the mighty Thor had decided to call a 'home'. Odin couldn't believe his own eye. Of all the places in Pandora that his son could have found himself. It was here. Life with the mortals had truly lowered his standards. But all of that mattered not.

    Odin came with one thing in mind. As he reached for the door, a foul smell hit God's nose. Trying to figure out just what it was as he attempted to open it confused him more than it should have. Thankfully no-one was around to see him. But just in case, to hurry this along instead of knocking on the door.

    He merely grabbed a hold of the handle and pulled with more strength than even the strongest of mortals possessed. Easily breaking open the doors handle and the lock. 'And that was all that kept the masses and monsters away from Thor and his mortals.' He mumbled as he began to enter the apartment.

    Munin had told Odin that Thor hadn't yet returned 'home'. Which meant the old man had a few moments to himself. To see just what this hovel contained. To start with the older man moved towards the origin of that foul scent. Quickly noticing a dark black liquid within some glass bowl.

    He merely stared at it with contempt. Unsure of why or what the mortals would use such a revolting liquid for. And why Thor hadn't yet gotten rid of it. It was around then he could feel his son approaching, the ravens had left Thor's side as he'd soon be speaking with the All-Father.

    And what Odin would soon be asking of his soon would come with a price. He hadn't yet told him of his sister Hela and this would likely break Odin's heart more than Thor could ever know.

     
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    Thor wasn’t in a good headspace these days. He didn’t think he’d be in a good headspace for a long time, but he didn’t want to think about that. There were a lot of things he didn’t want to think about lately.

    He still had a muddy sense of time, unable to sleep during the night and winding up sleeping for most of the day instead. He had a feeling Clint and Leopold were worried, but neither of them had asked where he’d disappeared to for so long last month, which Thor was more grateful for than he could put into words. They’d shown their support in other ways, though. Inviting him to play games with them, getting him some of his favorite treats.

    But staying with them again felt strange, too. A part of him couldn’t get used to standing among such familiar surroundings anymore, even though he knew it was all just in his head. He’d spent the better part of the last ten months here, the living room bearing all the signs and markings of it being his corner in the apartment. A duvet at one end. A small table with a small collection of trinkets. His uru-forged hammer, Stormstrike, resting hilt-upwards next to it. A basket of clothes he rifled through at the other end, his armor laying atop it. Even the couch itself bore marks of him having stayed there for so long, sagging a little in the middle from his weight.

    It was home... but it wasn’t home, either. Nothing had felt like home in a long time, but that wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have yet. He didn’t know if he’d ever be ready to have that conversation.

    Speaking of conversations, he was currently experiencing a creeping sensation of dread ever since his father’s faithful ravens, Hugin and Munin, had found him at a cafe several minutes ago and urged him back home. They hadn’t said why, but there could only be one reason they would be here. One reason they would be shepherding him back home, one reason they wouldn’t leave him be and had almost picked him up to fly him there right then and there.

    And that reason came to light as soon as Thor returned to find the front door’s broken handle on the floor, and a familiar figure standing in the middle of the apartment. Imposing, regal. Thor felt his throat tighten, conflicting emotions bubbling upwards.

    “Father,” he greeted, eyeing the door handle with a sigh. Stooping, he grabbed it and tried slotting it back into place. Which didn’t work, of course. Typical. It’d been broken half a dozen times already, it was a wonder that Leopold hadn’t added a booby-trap to it yet.

    Thor entered the apartment, glancing upwards. Leopold’s alarms were silent, but he didn’t have any doubt that they were ringing wherever he was to let him know that there was an intruder. Thor sighed, pulling his phone out and shooting Leopold a quick message. False alarm. I might have broken the door handle again. Sorry.

    Pocketing his phone, he strode forwards. “You know, it’s rude to come into a Midgardian home uninvited.” Vanilla latte clutched in a hand that was shaking a little too hard. Because Norns, it really was him, wasn’t it? It really was his father, but... but how much did he remember? How much did he know?
     
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    Upon Thor's arrival, Odin moved away from the foul smiling drink and over towards his son. 'Hello son. It's good to see you. The old man said as his displeased son seemed to focus more on a measly door than his father.

    It only really took the time that he said those few words that he spotted it. He'd been told and often worried that Thor was his spitting image. Not only did he look like him back in his youth but his personality and sheer troublesome nature seemed perfectly akin to him.

    But Thor's eye, it displeased Odin. He'd all but forgotten the countless other things he'd been hoping to bring up as he focused on it. It was quite evident that his fatherly instincts had taken over, as a scowl quickly found its way on his face. 'The mortals should be glad that the pair of us are gracing their home.' He replied bluntly, still not taking his eye off his son's similar wound.

    It was unnervingly similar to Odin's. Not only that but he could sense the Thorforce within his son, a power so strong and potent. The perks of being in one's prime he supposed. It clearly only meant one thing, that the All-Father had passed along. To be with his Frigga once more. A thought that pleased him, at least in Valhalla he'd see and hold his beloved once more.

    And given that it was in Thor's hands and not Hela's. It meant that he'd raised his boy right, two beautiful things in his mind. That Thor Odinson was truly worthy of his power and that he could see Frigga once again. 'We've much to discuss don't we.' He added, glaring at the now King of Asgard. Who looked far more mortal than he did God. Which as expected displeased the All-Father.

     
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    Thor soon realized his father was staring at him. Not just at him, but at his face. His eye. He ducked his head, half-raising his hand as if to hide the eyepatch, but the damage had already been done. So he let his hand drop, sighing.

    “Not glad to find their door broken,” he pointed out, tone light but expression guarded. He was smiling too wide, and the smile wasn’t reaching his eyes. Eye, damn it. Norns, Odin was throwing him for a real loop.

    As for talking, that wasn’t something that Thor was looking forwards to, not one bit. Not after everything he’d learned, everything he’d done. Everything that’d happened to him too, since coming to Pandora. How could he face Odin, after all that? How could he even look him in the eye?

    But in truth, a part of Thor was... glad... to see his father again. Alive and well, in his armor and with his head and shoulders thrown back. Regal and imposing, just the way he remembered Odin being from his youth. Maybe Thor could pretend that he couldn’t see the dark cast to his father’s eye, the way his shoulders seemed to groan under some invisible weight.

    “I suppose we do,” he replied casually, taking a sip of his milkshake and walking further into the apartment. “After all, last I saw you, you’d died. Without so much as a by-your-leave too, informing us of an elder sister we’d never even heard of until then.” He still wasn’t staring at Odin, and he hadn’t really meant to say all that. But the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could help it.

    He flopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote.
     
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    Odin had died. Words he would felt saddened by just a few months ago. Before the Elves attacked Asgard and took his love away from him. Now as his connection to Valhalla was severed and he could no longer feel her out amongst the skies. It didn't seem like the worst thing that could have happened to him. Maybe then he'd be able to go back and be with her once more.

    However, Thor's mention of Hela snapped him back. He'd arrived fully planning on calling his son into a
    confrontation with her but. That wasn't it was it? Odin for a split second paid attention to Thor's hammer. He knew Mjolnir better than most and this was not it.

    It all but distracted him as he could sense the magic coming off it. To him it felt like a bastardization, causing the skin on the back of his neck to feel as if a snake had crawled upon. 'We'll get to that in a second. But what is this? And what half-witted imbecile made it?' It was rather clear that there was disgust in his voice as he spoke, and he showed no attempt to hide it.

     
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    Thor didn’t even glance at the hammer, resting upright at the foot of the couch as it was. His eye was glued to the TV screen, but he wasn’t paying attention to what was on, either. Honestly, he just wanted Odin to leave, but that wasn’t going to happen. His father was a stubborn man, and apparently unphased to hear about his own death.

    “That’s a hammer,” he said, like he was explaining something obvious to a young child. “Forged out of uru, by a mortal sorcerer.” Thor still didn’t know why Doom had made the hammer for him, and relinquished it to him with such ease too. The man had never seemed to like him, and had made his dislike of him easily known. But it was forged from uru, and after everything he’d lost, he was grateful for even that small shred of home.

    “Why are you really here?” he finally demanded, turning around to eye Odin from other the couch. “You don’t look surprised to see me, you don’t even look the least bit surprised to hear you died.” Something caught in Thor’s throat at those words, but it was an emotion belonging to another man. A man who’d thought differently of the man he’d called a father. Now, after learning that everything he’d grown up with was a lie... he didn’t know what to feel, what to think, anymore.
     
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    Forged out of uru, by a mortal sorcerer. Odin mustn't have heard him correctly. Because if Thor Son of Odin, King of Asgard and the God of Thunder had wielded a mortal made weapon. This realm was far worse than Odin originlly thought. 'A God armed by a mortal.' Odin couldn't help but snicker thinking about it. How far his child had gone with his love of mortals.

    Truth be told he was more shocked then dissapointed. 'What prompted you to think this was a wise idea boy.' He couldn't stop himself from letting out an audible sigh as he moved closer to this 'mortal forged hammer'.

    Ofcourse he knew he had to anwser Thor's question. Just barely enough to get him off his back of course. 'And all Kings must die. To think one is truly immortal is an afront to life itself.'

     
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    Thor sighed. Loudly. “I didn’t ask for the hammer, Doom decided to make it for me himself. It was a gift.” Gods, what had gotten into his father? Why was he so fixated on the hel-damned hammer and barely even acknowledging his own death?

    Maybe it was denial. Maybe he simply didn’t want to entertain the possibility of death being so near in his future. Then again, he’d spoken in a similar manner shortly before dying. Concern crept up Thor’s spine, like cold and ghostly fingers.

    Odin approached, and spoke of his death like it was of no consequence. Thor’s eye narrowed again, his thumb running over the remote as he stared at Odin, like he was trying to work out a particularly difficult puzzle.

    “Why are you here?” he demanded again, still staring at him through a narrow eye. “Why didn’t you ever tell us about Hela, about the Valkyries?”