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 Tour de Thor, [one-shots, plus Poirot and Hawkeye]
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Posted: Jul 17 2012, 11:53 AM


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Thor was a warrior, a warrior born, the son of Odin All-Father and Prince of Asgard. Battle roused his blood in a way that nothing else could, and even with the stakes as high as they were today, he found a fierce sort of joy in the way he moved through the battlefield. This was where he belonged, he and Mjölnir carving a path through any who dared stand in their way. His throat was raw from the challenging roars loosed upon the air, lightning dancing down at his beck and call to strike whenever things seemed to be turning grim.

Head to toe he was covered in grime, dirt and sweat and blood mingling freely to stain skin and armor alike. He was not without wounds of his own, a dagger having found the flesh of his thigh, cuts and abrasions on the bare skin of his hands, but for the most part his armor and his ferocity did their job well.

Onward he moved, never stopping, their enemies never giving him the chance to rest, to breathe, to do anything but fell them over and over and over again. He'd lost sight of Loki and Sif, of the Warrior's Three, but he had no doubt they were dispatching foes with the same single-mindedness he was. His helm had been lost some time ago, knocked free by a lucky blow, and Thor hadn't stopped to retrieve it, fighting on bare-headed with snarl on his face.

Even he was not immune to weariness, though, to slowing down, to getting sloppy, and they had been fighting far too long for him not to be feeling the weight dragging at his every movement. All it took was one misstep, one too-slow pivot to face an oncoming enemy. The blow caught him on the side of the head and the world exploded in white and green, wiping out any sight of the battlefield...

Distantly he was aware of the fact that he was lying on his back, aware also that this was a dangerous position to be in the midst of a battle but not quite able to move himself just yet, and that in and of itself was strange for the warrior. Equally distant, barely registering at all, were shrieks and screams that, even dazed as he was, he knew did not belong on the field of battle. They were sounds of terror and surprise, not the full-throated battle cries that Asgardian warriors would give voice to, cries that made enemies tremble at the knees, knowing it signified their doom.

But these were not those cries.

The sounds of battle were missing also, he realized then, the clash of metal upon metal as sword and axe and mace were wielded with all the skill the Asgardians possessed, the sickening crunches and thuds that accompanied blows being rained upon yielding flesh. He was also naked, a fact proved by a sudden breeze gusting past and causing blonde brows to knit. This was…unexpected. Thor stirred, pushing himself up into a sitting position and then swiftly onto his feet, keen eyes sweeping over his surroundings while a hand gingerly rubbed at the back of his skull. The surface beneath his feet was hardened like stone, though the texture was strange, and he must have hit it with no small bit of force to make his head ache this way.

With a grim expression Thor surveyed the sudden change in his surroundings, from the odd stone-that-was-not-stone beneath his feet to the trees and grass that stretched in all directions. Some sort of giant garden, he wagered, prompted by the path that wound away both before and behind him, and the well-tended look of the place. There were a handful of men and women in strange dress milling about also, watching him with shocked and fearful expressions on their face. None of their faces were familiar, no sign of either his comrades or his enemies, and Thor’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

This reeked of sorcery.

Thor did not like sorcery.

In any other instance he would have blamed his brother but this wasn’t some (relatively) harmless prank. They’d been in battle, a furious, unforgiving war to protect their home, and even Loki wouldn’t dare jeopardize the safety of all Asgard for the sake of a jest. “WHAT PLACE IS THIS?” The Asgardian’s voice was as loud as his body was big, booming across the assembled crowd without effort in the same way that he towered head and shoulders above even the tallest of those nearby. They did not answer, which was never a good idea when dealing with the Thunder God. “WHO HATH DARED DRAW THE THUNDER GOD HERE, FROM THE MIDST OF BATTLE 'GAINST THE FOES OF ASGARD?”

A step forward, his size and quickly growing anger making the movement menacing. How dare they bring him here, banish him from the field of battle where he was so sorely needed? His friends and comrades, his brother, his father, all fought without his aid, and that was a circumstance completely intolerable. The crowd drew back, a gasp or two heard, noises that irked him for they did nothing to answer his query. “SPEAK!” A command, given with all the authority of a prince no matter that he was among strangers and lacking even the barest of coverings – he was Thor, son of Odin, and he cowered before no one. “SPEAK! OR FACE THE WRATH OF THOR!”

Mjölnir was missing from his grasp but Thor hadn't bothered himself about that; his hammer was never more than a thought away. With a mind to intimidate an answer out of silent throats the Odinson extended his right hand (noting with grim satisfaction the way several of the strangers recoiled), and waited.

And waited.

…And waited.

For the first time he felt a flicker of unease. Mjölnir always came at his command, always. Nothing separated him from his hammer. Even more unnerving was that nebulous connection to the weapon, the part of his mind that normally told him it was on its way…was silent. Blank. No one had the power to keep Mjölnir from Thor, no one had ever been able to accomplish that, so what manner of sorcery managed it now?

No matter, he needed not his hammer to deal with folk like these, tiny and weak from what he could see of them, no weapons that he recognized, not even armored appropriately for battle. (Not that he was, either, but at least he looked the part of a warrior still, unlike those he faced.) Never one to hesitate, with fury and adrenaline both pumping through his veins, the Thunder God surged forward to snatch hold of the man standing closest, giant fists grabbing handfuls of cloth and hoisting him aloft. The effort made the muscles in his arms burn in a way that they should not have for a feat so small, leaving some part of the god to wonder what else had been stripped from him. "WHAT PLACE IS THIS?" His first question repeated, accompanied by a small shake of his unfortunate victim. Babbling was his answer, the words 'central park' and something called 'new york' picked out amid the stuttering, but that meant nothing to him.

Thor dropped the man, he and his useless answers, as carelessly as a child dropped a doll, growing impatient and restless. "THOU SPEAKEST IN RIDDLES!" Typical sorcery. He turned on the others present, noted that some of them had strange objects pressed to their ears, and while their manner of speech seemed greatly differed from his own he was able to understand that they were referring to him. ('Naked' was a word he recognized, after all, and the rest of them were wearing garments of some kind, though they were strange in manner, thin and flimsy and offering no protection whatsoever.) Not weapons, if they were speaking into them, but what then? Had they all gone mad together, to think that these small boxes would talk back to them?

Thor had had enough. There were no answers to be found here, and great as the temptation may be the Odinson did not make a habit of fighting with those who lacked weapons with which to defend themselves. They didn't attack him, which he had been half waiting for (and quite looking forward to an excuse to vent his frustrations, it must be said), but nor were they helpful. And if he could not find answers here he would find them elsewhere. Without further word he pivoted, placing his back to those whom he'd just accosted (not without a prickle of wariness as he did, but thus far they'd not shown any capacity for violence), and stalked off in the opposite direction, intent on finding answers. Someone had brought him here, and when he found that someone they would be very, very sorry.

...And they'd better have some leggings for him.
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Posted: Jul 18 2012, 09:45 AM


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He strode purposefully forward, a grim visage hiding the anxiety that slowly grew within his breast, gnawing steadily away at his insides. What was this place? Where had these people come from, the ones that scattered before him like fallen leaves in an autumn wind? In this at least there was an element of the familiar, as even in Asgard few would dare approach the fair haired prince when his mood was so obviously foul.

They eyed him though, these strange people, some with mouth agape while others clapped hands over their eyes and still others dared shout things at him with words and cadence both alike and yet not alike to his own. Thor did not deign to answer them, merely turned his steely gaze upon them and watched them wilt like flowers too long without rain. He may have been stripped of many things - his powers, his weapon, his clothes - but his imposing presence? That Thor still commanded, and he wielded it as he would have any more tangible weapon. He was a God, a Prince, a warrior, and he would not be cowed by whatever base trickery was at work here.

He had followed the path made of stone-that-was-not-stone, back straight and strides as purposeful as if this were merely a corridor in his Hall in Asgard, as if he were decked out in his usual attire, cape billowing dramatically behind him. Thus far the sights had remained mostly the same, greenery interspersed with slightly less familiar things. Some were more or less instantly recognizable, benches and walls and their ilk, though their design was far removed from Asgard's own, but always it was the people that remained a constant. There were so many of them, and Thor marveled at that even while he found it exceedingly inconvenient.

In time he left the path, when it snaked to one side and left nothing but trees beckoning his way. That felt decidedly more home-like, and he was tired of having these strangers point and stare at him. Yes he was without coverings but that was hardly a choice he had made, missing dearly the comforting weight of his armor (and this desire to separate himself from people had nothing at all to do with wounded pride after he'd caught a group of younger looking males snickering at him. There was nothing funny about his situation).

Beneath the covering canopy Thor allowed his steps to slow somewhat, though always he kept himself moving. Along the way he had noted that he lacked any of the wounds he had gained in this most recent battle, the knife wound in his thigh, the slice under his ear where his helmet had been torn away, all of them were gone as if they'd never been there to begin with. Not only were the wounds themselves gone, but he was clean, all the accumulated grime washed away, head to toe (a brief moment of fingers tangled in blonde tresses had assured him that his hair was as clean as the rest of him). More sorcery, he assumed, powerful sorcery at that, but his inability to summon Mjölnir had already proven that. Whoever had done this would pay dearly for that once Thor had the hammer back in his grasp.

Ever onward he walked, trekking of this nature not so far removed from his experiences at home in Asgard, even if normally he had company (and clothes). He was displeased to note how quickly he seemed to tire, though, how sore his feet grew after just a few missteps on rocks or twigs hidden from sight, how slow his progress seemed to be. He needed a mount, sooner rather than later, but he had yet to see any sort of horse, any chariots, any way to get around except his own two feet and could these people really be so primitive? It fitted, he supposed, with their weak, passive natures and their mass delusions of talking boxes (he still didn't understand what goal they thought to achieve with those).

Ahead he spied the end of the tree line, more of the stone-that-was-not-stone, and as he broke into daylight again Thor paused to shield his eye from the sun and take in the sight laid out before him. For the most part it was the same as place he'd arrived in, though there was more of the not-stone, more people (which meant more staring, but he refused to show how uncomfortable such scrutiny was. He was hardly ashamed of his appearance - quite the opposite in fact - but generally he at least had some say in who saw him in such a state). More interesting than the staring, though, was the strange contraption that sat on the not-stone. It was a brilliant yellow color, shaped like nothing Thor had ever seen before, and was that a person inside of it? A cautious sense of curiosity drove him forward to examine it, but when he drew close enough to touch it, reached a hand out to do precisely that, it moved.

The warrior shied back a pace, staring with mouth slightly agape and furrowed brow as the - well he supposed he could call it a chariot, or what passed for one in this strange place - moved away, falling into line with many, many other of these 'chariots', whose colors and shapes were impressively varied. Big ones, small ones some as big as your head, some with many people inside, some with only one, that he could tell. Fascinating. Though they seemed to give off a rather foul odor, which made the Thunder God's nose wrinkle.

Enchanted all the same with the notion of these...things, Thor glanced around for one that he could perhaps examine a little more thoroughly, and spied several sitting in a row on the other side of this expanse of the not-stone. Eagerly he started forward, heedless of anything except satisfying his curiosity over these strange, horseless chariots, which, sadly, meant he was getting an even more up-close encounter than he'd planned. A strange noise rent the air, vaguely reminiscent of a goose honk but horribly twisted and drawn out, a death knell that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but even as he turned to look for the source it hit him.

Literally.

For the second time since being ripped away from home Thor was to be found laying on his back, staring dazedly at a sky that was the wrong color and wondering why his head was spinning. More importantly, why did the rest of him hurt? He was stronger than that, too tough to let such a small fall cause so many aches, and what had this sorcery done to him?

His fury was swiftly on the rise again, and when hands sought to help him as he sat up, voices babbling at high pitches near his ears, Thor shoved them violently away, growling low and feral and dangerous. He did not need the help of these pathetic weaklings, refused to acknowledge that he seemed to have become one. "DO NOT TOUCH ME," he spat at the circle of onlookers he had amassed, glaring at any who seemed inclined to get too close as he found his footing again (albeit a tad unsteadily). "I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN, AND I NEED NO HELP FROM SUCH AS THEE." Wounded pride, bruised ego, these things were dangerous triggers when it came to the warrior prince and this new world seemed intent on keeping him constantly off-balance.

Several people had the small boxes up to their ears again, and for a moment Thor wondered if this was how they communicated with the sorcerer who was responsible for all of this. His grasp of sorcery was limited but he'd seen the things that Loki was capable of with his magics, and if this sorcerer could stop him from summoning Mjölnir (which Loki could not do), what else might he be capable of?

This time the person Thor grabbed was a woman, wrapping a large hand around her arm and yanking her forward, inwardly pleased when it made her drop the small box. He had spent too long with Sif to automatically assume that being a woman meant they were weaker, even though this one seemed fearful. A lady of court, then, if they had such a thing here, but that changed nothing. He was not hurting her (possibly a miscalculation on his part, actually, since these bodies seemed incredibly fragile), but he wanted to be sure she paid attention. The reactions from the others gathered nearby were immediate and angry, demands that he let go of her and one man brave enough to try and make him, but Thor merely shrugged off the ineffectual shoves. "TELL THY SORCEROUS MASTER HE HATH A GREATER CHALLENGE THAN HE BARGAINED FOR. THOR WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY A COWARD HIDING BEHIND HIS MAGICS. I WILL FIND HIM, AND BY THE BLOOD OF ODIN HE WILL RUE THE DAY HE PROVOKED THE THUNDER GOD'S WRATH."

They had fallen silent while he spoke, but his voice often had that effect, so loud it tended to be. Contemptuously he released the woman, just as contemptuously muscled his way through those gathered around and continued on his way, doing his best to ignore the slight limp this little encounter had produced. (Now he knew to steer clear of the horseless chariots.) If those small boxes were indeed some type of communication it was not safe for him to remain in one place for too long - whatever plans this sorcerer had for him Thor did not indeed to make himself an easy target, and his thoughts rested on finding a place in which to lay low and perhaps formulate some plan of attack. Though how he was going to find a single sorcerer in a land that seemed full to the brim of people he hadn't the slightest idea.

It didn't matter. He'd find a way.
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Posted: Jul 19 2012, 03:35 PM


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This world, whatever it was, whereever it was, was frighteningly alien. Horseless chariots, people in all the wrong clothes, weaponless and weak, physically at least, and Thor was already tired of trying to figure out the mechanics of this place. Tired of being stared at, tired of whispers and pointed fingers and always, always those little boxes, sometimes held up to ears whilst other times they were pointed at him, like some sort of miniature shield. (Yet another use that baffled him utterly, what possible protection could such a small thing be?)

Having limped away from his disastrous encounter with one of those horseless chariots that he was now beginning to realize were quite common in this world (they were literally everywhere he looked, it seemed), Thor stomped onward, having chosen a direction at random and continuing on in that same direction with single-minded determination. Though he had no idea where he was going or what he was doing, he had no intention of making that obvious and looking even more out of place than he already did. (Was it even possible to look more out of place than he already did?)

It was then that he spied something familiar at last, though at the same time alien enough to give him pause. Horses were a common enough creature in Asgard, though the beasts lined up before him now seemed smaller, weaker, than the mounts he was used to. He was starting to suspect that was normal here; it wasn't as if the people themselves were overly impressive in size, nor did they carry any weapons or wear any armor that would indicate them to be worthy foes. Small or not, weak or not, a horse was a horse of course of course, and more importantly it was a means by which to traverse this odd new environment he'd been so rudely thrown into. A method of transportation that the Thunder God understood. The chariots behind them were of an odd fashion but recognizable as chariots all the same and this Thor knew what to do with.

"I HAVE NEED OF THY STEED," he announced to the man seated in the chariot, his mood greatly improved by the sight of something he could readily understand. He stood by the beast's head, a hand held palm up to be sniffed and lipped at and the beginnings of a smile finding it's way onto his mouth at last. He was not in the least put off by the man's confused sounding "What?" "THY STEED." A pointed look at the animal, broad hand running down it's neck as he circled 'round to the side of the chariot. "I HAVE NEED OF IT." Here the Thunder God hesitated for the briefest moment, stepping a few paces closer and lowering his voice just a tad. "AND PERHAPS THOU COULDST RECOMMEND A PLACE TO FIND LEGGINGS?" Clothing was as high on his list as finding a method of transportation, after all.

The man seemed to be struck dumb by this request, which Thor had thought a perfectly reasonable one, and the two men measured each other for a long beat of silence. "You're nuts," came the chariot drivers verdict, one which baffled the Thunder God. What did nuts have to do with anything? (insert joke here.) "NAY, I AM THOR. AS PRINCE OF ASGARD I DEMAND THE USE OF THIS CHARIOT." That should do it, he was certain. Being royalty did have some advantages, and Thor was unused to being denied the things he wanted from most people. There were precious few who could get away with telling him no.

The owner of this chariot seemed not to have gotten the notice, however, and merely scoffed at the Asgardian, a universally understood tone of condescension for all that the words and phrasing were strange. "Look buddy, I don't care if you're the king of this Assguard place, you're not getting in this carriage."

It was unfortunate for the chariot driver that he did not know with whom he was dealing, though he could hardly be faulted for that. His words reeked of challenge, challenge and insult, and these happened to be things that Thor did not react well too (which was a bit of a character flaw, really). There was a predatory edge, a chill to the smile that crawled across his mouth now, a pause long enough to make the other man shift uncomfortably, and then Thor was pulling himself up and into the chariot, very large and very much in the other fellow's personal space (unlucky for him, as he was now getting even more of an eyeful than before). "IF THOU REFUSES TO LEND IT, THEN I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SIEZE IT." He had tried to be reasonable, really he had, and while the idea of stealing went against his sense of honor Thor rationalized that this man - all of the people he had encountered thus far, in fact - were part of his enemy's forces. They may not act like the warriors he was accustomed to, but clearly they were in league with the sorcerer who had brought him here.

As such, the chariot became a spoil of war.

The scuffle that followed was brief; Thor might have been weaker than he was used to but he still had strength enough to deal with this one man, and indeed, he actually enjoyed having an excuse to strike something at last. Though he came out of it with a split lip (the horse did not appreciate the movement of the carriage behind it, adding it's own prancing jerks to keep both men off-balance), he was still the one in the chariot in the end. He did not give the man time to get up off the ground and attempt to reclaim his seat, snatching up the lines and giving them a brisk snap to send the horse on it's way, and then another snap to speed things up (what was it about the creatures in this world that made them so slow and weak?).

A laugh worked it's way free as they went galloping on, spirits high at finally feeling like he had the upper hand in something. Now he just needed an isolated place to figure how the chariot attached to the horse so he could get rid of it (his cursory examination led him to believe it was similar to the chariots on Asgard, but he assumed it was likely to enough differences to require some time to puzzle it through properly). With that in mind he followed the not-stone back to where he'd encountered the horseless chariots, and from there plunged back under the cover of the trees. Here he slowed the beast's pace a tad in order to pick and choose the path that would allow horse and chariot both to pass, though still Thor urged it on, not satisfied with stopping yet. He wanted to put some distance between himself and his pursers (he assumed they would come after him now, despite their seeming passiveness), and this was the perfect opportunity.
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With his stolen horse and chariot Thor felt that he had finally traveled far enough that he could risk pausing for a while. He felt tired, more tired than he could actually ever remember being, which was strange given how often he rode into battle, how long and fiercely he was used to fighting. By those standards today had hardly been taxing, but whatever sorcery had brought him here had also leeched the very strength from his limbs, leaving him feeling as weak as a babe. It was not a feeling the Thunder God appreciated, to say the least, and he stubbornly refused to bow to it.

The horse seemed to need a break as well, though, and Thor was not about to push his mount into exhaustion, Odin only knew when or even if he'd be able to secure another one. He brought the animal to a stop in a small clearing, climbing down gingerly and stretching some to relieve the stiffness in his joints (which was accomplished while muttering under his breath about how they shouldn't be stiff in the first place). Out of the corner of his eye he noticed buckets hanging beneath the chariot, and he crouched to get a closer look at them with a bemused sort of air. Water in one (there had probably been more before they went careening along, but it was still a little less than half full), and what looked quite like oats in the other. Food and drink for the horse, clearly.

"ART THOU HUNGRY, MY FRIEND?" A gust of air was his answer, and Thor laughed as he carefully maneuvered the buckets out from underneath the chariot. "AT LEAST THE HORSES OF THIS PLACE BEHAVE AS ONE MIGHT EXPECT, EVEN IF THE REST IS STRANGE." Both buckets were placed in front of the animal, a perfect way to keep it occupied while he figured out how to release it from the chariot. It also reminded him that he was thirsty as well, and though mead was obviously too much to ask for he would have to find some water for himself sooner rather than later.

First, though, the complicated series of straps that served as harness. They were made of what looked like leather, well fashioned in his estimation, though he was no craftsman. He followed each piece from begin to end, studying where they connected and to what, which pieces would need to be removed and which he could leave alone. In the end his guess that the fastenings were similar to those used in Asgard was proved correct, much to his relief, and he set about the task of releasing the beast from it's burden.

He sang to it quietly as he worked, snippets of a ballad praising one of the All-Father's many triumphs, the deep-throated sound as much to comfort himself as it was to soothe the beast. (Alone at last, with nothing to distract him, a certain feeling of homesickness was quick to loom.) Thick fingers worked at the buckles that held the arms of the chariot in place, first on one side, then the other, and then tugged loose the strap of leather that attached lengthwise to a metal bar on the front of the chariot itself. That, as far as he'd been able to ascertain, should free the animal. He circled back around to the horse's head, grasping hold of the reins there, frowning a little as he realized that these bits of leather were too long to work well as reins when riding, but he'd have to make do. He did not exactly have a lot of options, and if he could handle the lack of saddle (though that made him wince a little, anticipating more than a small bit of discomfort in his future), he could figure out a way to handle the reins.

"THOU ART A GOOD BEAST," he commented fondly, shifting the buckets off to one side so they'd be out of the way of the horse's hooves. He clucked, coaxing the animal forward one slow step at a time until he was certain it was truly free of the carriage's trappings, a triumphant grin stretching across his face. "AND PERHAPS THOU ART GOOD LUCK FOR THOR." He walked it around the circumference of the clearing, observing the movement of the leather trappings it still wore to make sure that none would cause it undue distress when freed from the carriage pieces. Aside from the reins themselves he decided that it would be fine, and that meant it was time to deal with those pesky lines. Stopping the horse again (it was a very obedient beast, and while Thor usually preferred a bit of fire in his mounts in this instance he was quite alright with a more docile one), he considered the problem carefully. In the end he tired a knot at the length to which a normal set of reins would end, then wrapped the ends around the loose-fitting leather strap fitted near the horse's withers. It was not an ideal set up, but it would keep the ends from getting tangled in the horse's legs or from slapping it around the flanks while he rode.

Speaking of riding, he supposed it was time to do that, before the people of this realm stumbled upon him (though based on the fact that they had yet to do so, they were clearly poor trackers). Lacking a saddle he was therefore also lacking stirrups to assist with mounting, a problem he solved by standing on the stair on the carriage and mounting from there. As predicted the seat was, well, less than the most comfortable he'd ever had, and there was a certain amount of careful shifting around to find the least uncomfortable way to sit, which the horse bore stoically. At least it was a broad-backed animal, rather than a bony one, the thought of which made the Thunder God shudder mentally.

Situated as well as he could hope a nudge of the knees set the horse in motion, a plodding sort of walk which seemed impossibly slow, but he was not quite ready to try a...bouncier speed. They traveled in as straight a line as he could manage, marked by the progress of the sun gliding lower in the sky behind him. He had no idea how the people of this realm marked time, but quite a lot of it seemed to have passed since he first arrived, the sun having reached it's zenith at some point during his pause in the clearing, and now Thor's thoughts turned towards finding a place in which to spend the evening. Food and a supply of water were also high on his list of necessities (he'd seen a few small, furry creatures as they traveled but none of them seemed large enough to make a meal of), and clothes, always clothes.
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In time he at least found a temporary solution to his water problems, a bridge crossing a slow-moving river of sorts, and Thor steered his horse down to one of the banks before sliding back down onto solid ground. God and beast drank together, though Thor found the taste of the water to be far fouler than what he was used to. Like the air itself there was a certain lack of sweetness, of purity, that he was used to at home in Asgard. Water was water, however, so he would make do. When he and his horse had had their fill Thor led it back up the bank and onto the bridge, using the handrail as a stepping stone to slide back into his seat (there was much wincing involved in the process, as his genitals protested their rough treatment), and then they were moving again.

Before much longer he found himself straying back into territory filled by not-stone pathways and people (and therefore more staring and more of the small boxes, though he found it easier to ignore them from his loftier perch than he had on when on the ground). He followed the not-stone now, and noted with interest that many of the people seemed to be heading in a particular direction, following a smaller not-stone path that split from the one he was on now. (Well, they were heading that way until they saw him, at which point many of them stopped to stare and point and make comments to one another, which the prince haughtily ignored.)

Curious, and able to indulge that curiosity because he had no destination in mind, Thor turned his horse that way. It was getting later in the day, perhaps there were dwellings in this direction, and the people were returning to them for the evening. It was as good a guess as any, given he had no idea of the customs of this place, except of course for the strange reliance on the small boxes, the purpose of which he still hadn't quite fathomed.

On either side of the path rose buildings, or what he assumed were buildings, though their squat, squared-off shapes were not at all what he was used to. There were more people now, and a growing number of children, but what really caught the Thunder God's eye was the rock formation glimpsed though the trees that lined his not-stone path. Blonde brows drew together, and after a moment of consideration he turned the horse aside and nudged it forward for a closer look. There were creatures on the rocks, though they were like nothing he'd ever seen before. They lacked any recognizable legs, though they had large flaps in front that they seemed to use a bit like hands, like an odd cross between a fish and a dog of sorts. "THOU ART STRANGE BEASTS INDEED!" They were as fascinating as they were strange, and Thor observed them happily for several minutes, as entranced as a child might have been (as entranced as the children had been, before they'd been distracted by the naked man on a horse), clapping his hands together with delight as he watched one of the beasts dive into the water that surrounded their rocky perch. This strange realm wasn't all bad, it seemed.

Suddenly eager to see if there were other such creatures to be found, Thor left the sea dogs behind, nudging his steed onward at a faster clip now, his excitement a sufficient distraction from his discomfort. Having deduced that the not-stone pathways were the way to reach destinations (he assumed there was some sort of direction system that he had yet to work out), he followed those pathways around to a rather ornate-looking set of gates, heedless of those on foot who followed him, shouting in a manner that was clearly designed to catch his attention. (He was having far too much fun now to pay them any mind, however, not even minding the sea of small boxes that were yet again being held up in his direction.)

There was a sign beside the gates that he could not read, so he naturally paid it no attention, steering his horse through the gates and along the pathway, pleased at the speed with which those in the way moved. (Which was likely to have more to do with not wanting to get trampled by the horse than any recognition of the god in their midst, but Thor cared little. It was all the same to him.) Here at last he found more beasts that he recognized, a delighted smile stretching his mouth wide at the sight of sheep and cows and -- "GOATS!" Irrationally excited at this find Thor stopped his mount at the side of the fence containing the goats, sliding off it's back and directly into the enclosure itself, stumbling a little as he hit the ground (curse this weakling body), but even that was only a mild irritation at this point.

"THOU ART SO SMALL," he exclaimed, carefully approaching the nearest of the creatures and appearing bemused when it seemed a little wary of his intentions. "AND MUCH LESS COURAGEOUS THAN TANNGRISNIR AND TANNGNJÓSTR, THOUGH PERHAPS THAT IS BECAUSE THOU ART SMALL." Thor's own goats were nearly as large as the horse he had been using as a mount, strong and capable of pulling a chariot together, gifts from Loki that the Thunder God held dear. As with all the other things he seemed to encounter in this realm the goats were small and weak compared to what he was used to, but Thor would not be deterred. He sat cross-legged on the floor of the pen, hand outward and clucking softly to encourage the wee beasts near. They seemed to like him better this way, reduced to a height nearer their own, and in no time at all they had wandered close enough to smell him, and Thor took the opportunity to scratch them under the chin, chuckling cheerfully and heedless of the voices from those outside the fencing.

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(For those who may be curious, this is roughly Thor's travel path.)
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Despite no longer being a police officer, Elyse still liked to keep in shape. Not having access to her dream gym, the one where she could pummel a punching bag with all six fists in front of everyone and not have to worry about people staring, she made do by running. Thankfully she was in the perfect place for that. Central Park was a great place to go running, and Elyse went several times a week.

Today was a perfect day to go for a run. It was her day off from MadroX, and so she could go for a nice long run without already being tired from a day at the office. Elyse put on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, made sure the battery was completely charged on her iPod, and took her car over to Central Park. She supposed it sounded weird to drive somewhere in order to go running, but frankly she preferred having the park for her scenery rather than the city streets. And she wouldn’t have to worry about dodging pedestrians. Besides, she could finish her run at the zoo, and see the animals before heading back to her apartment.

After managing to find a parking space, Elyse headed out onto a path and started her run. She went at a steady pace, only paying enough attention to her surroundings to make sure she didn’t run into anyone; instead she kept her focus on the lovely sound of Mick Jagger’s voice floating into her ears through the iPod, to keep her thoughts from turning inward onto unpleasant subjects. ‘Gimme Shelter’ had a nice easy beat to it and was good to jog to, or at least she thought so. No problem cases today, no nightmares to relive, just her and Mick, the sun in the sky and park all around her. It was going to be a good day.

And it was, for the most part. There was one point where Elyse decided to skip a song (‘Paint It Black’) was just too depressing a song for the relatively good mood she was in today, but other than that she was enjoying herself. There were other people around, and that was normal in itself, but instead of running or playing or doing the other things people normally did in the park on a nice day, instead they were standing around in groups talking animatedly, or using their cell phones. Maybe something was going on, an event or something? Elyse didn’t know, and frankly wasn’t concerned. Unless the place was under attack, she didn’t care. She had what could almost be considered a Zen moment going on, and she wasn’t about to break it.

Elyse continued running through the park, occasionally taking a breath, and Mick and the boys were singing ‘Rock and a Hard Place’ when she finally reached the zoo. She stopped by a lamppost and caught her breath, turning off the iPod. After wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead and taking a drink at a nearby fountain, she headed into the zoo. Here she also noticed people standing around in groups with conversation buzzing, so when she got to the ticket booth she decided to ask questions.

”What’s up with people today?” she asked as she took her ticket.
”Something going on?”

The girl in the ticket booth laughed. ”Oh man you’re not gonna believe this. Some guy comes riding in here NAKED on a horse, like he’s some kinda Lady Godiva or something. He took off that way.” she said, pointing. ”My supervisor called the cops but they must be on their donut break ‘cause they aren’t here yet. I kinda hope they don’t catch him though, ‘cause he was HOT.”

”Thanks.” Looking partially bemused, partially bewildered, Elyse stepped away from the ticket booth and moved on into the zoo. New York never ceased to amaze her. It seemed like literally anything could happen here, and just when you think you’ve seen everything, something new turns up. Well this one was definitely different, and unable to bury her curiosity. Elyse headed in the direction the ticket agent had indicated. Was it some guy who’d gotten hold of some bad weed and decided to have a joy ride? Some kind of publicity stunt for the zoo? (although that one was a little hard to imagine, given how much flack the zoo could get for having nudity around children) A mental case? She had no idea, but she just had to check it out.

It wasn’t long before Elyse found where Lord Godiva had taken himself to. There were a group of people around the goat enclosure, but whatever was going on must not be too interesting, because some people were starting to wander off. Elyse could see the horse standing nearby though and shook her head. Only in New York would people get bored with a naked guy on a horse. Through a hole in the group she made her way to the fence, and was surprised to see what was probably the biggest, blondest man she’d ever seen before sitting on the ground, still naked, playing with the goats. There didn’t seem anything perverted (other than the fact that the guy was naked), and the goats didn’t seem to be in any distress; in fact they seemed to be pretty happy, sniffing him and nosing in to get some of the attention he was doling out. And he seemed happy too, scratching their chins and laughing. His joy at the whole situation (and the fact that he was sitting naked with a bunch of goats) made Elyse wonder if perhaps he was a ‘special needs’ type of person. Had he gone missing from somewhere? Was someone, perhaps his family, looking for him?

The people around her were gawking and talking amongst themselves, and also calling him names, throwing out lewd comments and suggestions. Elyse shook her head, annoyed. Apparently nobody here was going to be of any help, and who knew when the NYPD was going to show up? Deciding to at least try to help this man, or at least figure out what his problem was, Elyse climbed over the fence into the goat enclosure, and ignoring a couple of really lewd suggestions that followed her, stepped near the man. She didn’t stand right next to him, given the fact that she didn’t know what the situation was, but he didn’t appear armed (given there was nowhere for him to hide anything).

”Are you okay?” Elyse asked. ”It’s just….you do realize you’re sitting naked with a bunch of goats, right?”
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Generally speaking it didn't take much to keep the Thunder God happy, a little bit of war, a lot of food and drink, the company of his friends, all small things, relatively speaking. So, having found something in this new realm that was totally and completely familiar at last, Thor was content to sit and bask in the moment, feeling almost peaceful for the first time since his arrival (and his body preferred sitting on the forgiving ground to the less forgiving, swaying horse's back, it must be noted). The voices that came from behind him went ignored, though that was likely because he didn't understand some of the references being thrown his way, and while the tone was enough to start raising figurative hackles Thor only paid more attention to the goats pressing close for their turn at a scratch or two. Small they might be, but still their company was as soothing as that of his goats from home, and as long as the strange people that filled this realm stayed on the outside of the fencing there seemed little reason to disturb his new furry friends.

Then one of them did invade the miniature sanctuary Thor had created, the sound of feet hitting the ground enough to catch the warrior's attention (it would be rather foolish of him to completely let his guard down in enemy territory, after all). He tensed slightly, not aggressive but ready just in case the newcomer had violence on their mind, large hands stilling their idle scratching of goat heads as they neared. They did not come all that close, though, which made the corner of Thor's mouth curl upwards in a smug sort of smile, attributing this to his obvious aura of danger. That smugness turned to surprise when they spoke, because he hadn't actually expected a woman to have confronted him.

His head turned so he could eye the woman, blue eyes sweeping up and down her form. She was attractive, seeming to be neither a woman of the fragile thinness that he'd noted in some of the ones he'd seen on his travels, nor was she at the other end of things, fighting with Volstagg for the honor of being the person of greatest girth, which he'd also observed. He smiled at her, the bright, charming grin that could make many of the young ladies of the Asgard court weak in the knees. Her first question meant little to Thor, the word 'okay' one he did not understand, but the rest of it was easy enough to decipher even if the order of her words, their cadence, fell oddly upon the ears.

"THE LACK OF GARMENTS IS NOT OF MINE OWN CHOOSING, FAIR LADY." The smile dimmed, brows drawing ever so slightly together. "TIS SOME WORK OF SORCERY, THE SAME SORCERY THAT BROUGHT ME HENCE." None of this was his choice, and the Thunder God's expression darkened anew at the thought of whomever had pulled him away from battle, away from the defense of his home and his people, and dumped him here. That passed quickly, however, face softening again as he glanced back at the goats. "THEY ART FINE BEASTS, THOUGH SMALLER THAN THOSE WE HAVE IN ASGARD."

Speaking of places, Thor turned his attention back to the woman, realizing that he at last had someone he might be able to get answers from. She was already speaking more clearly than the first person he had demanded answers from (possibly helped by the fact that he wasn't grabbing and shaking her), but if he were to operate under the assumption that everyone in this realm was a warrior in service of the sorcerer, then her answers could not be trusted. The Asgardian was silent for a long moment, appraising her, turning things over in a mind that did not work nearly as fast as his brother's. It seemed an ill-advised move to be hostile when thus far she had not been, though blind trust was not warranted either, but if he shunned her how was he to even begin to figure out this realm? He trusted in Heimdall to bring him home, but he could not count on it being any time soon, not when Asgard was at war and the keeper of the Bifröst was undoubtedly hard-pressed in its defense, and if he were to be here for any length of time he needed allies.

So wary trust then, tentative and fragile and easily broken, but there all the same.

Shooing the goats a little Thor climbed back to his feet, realizing yet again how tiny the people of this realm were as he drew himself up to his full height, his bearing regal without even having to think about it consciously. As a prince he did not bow, but he did incline his head ever so slightly to her. "I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN, PRINCE OF ASGARD. SORCERY HAST BROUGHT ME TO THY REALM, AND I KNOW NOT EVEN WHAT REALM THIS BE. WILT THOU HELP ME, FAIR LADY?"
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Maybe she had expected some kind of drunken grin and a joke, confusion, some kind of indication that maybe he wasn’t quite all there…okay, fine, she wasn’t sure what she had expected, but Elyse found herself sorry that they were in the middle of Central Park Zoo with him naked and surrounded by goats because the smile he bestowed on her was enough to make a girl melt. As it was though, they did happen to be in the middle of Central Park Zoo, and he certainly was very naked and surrounded by goats. It almost sounded like the start of a frat party, but he didn’t look young enough to be a frat boy.

And the way he spoke…the man talked as if every sentence was a declaration; if she saw his words in print Elyse would almost expect them to all be in capital letters. Definitely one of the weirdest things she’d ever heard.
The talk of sorcery though, brought Elyse back to her original suspicion that perhaps he was under the influence of something or perhaps suffering from mental illness. There were far too many homeless people in the city, and a good number of them were mentally ill. Whatever was wrong with him, he couldn’t be left here, even if he wasn’t traumatizing the goats. She knew it was technically a problem for the police, but New York’s finest had yet to make an appearance (she wondered if more people were using their cells to take video for YouTube than calling the cops), and while she hadn’t worn a badge in ages Elyse still felt that responsibility to take care of a problem herself when presented with one. For now though she just nodded when he praised the goats, not quite sure where this ‘Asgard’ was.

Her initial appraisal of him as a big, blonde man was proven inadequate when he rose up from the ground. This guy was simply….epic? He should be modeling for a sculpting class, not cavorting with goats. He continued to speak, seemingly completely at ease with the fact that he didn’t have a stitch on, and Elyse was completely thrown off. Wow. Just….wow. He was built like a god and spoke like someone out of a medieval reenactment and he went as far as to call himself Thor?? This definitely qualified as the weirdest day in her life since….since the day she sprouted four extra arms.

Not quite sure how to respond to his declaration of who he was, Elyse couldn’t help but opt for sarcasm.

”Yeah. Right. And I’m Shiva.” she muttered, then shook her head. ”Look.” Elyse said in a more normal tone of voice. ”I know you like your new friends, but we really can’t have you hanging around here like this. Come with me. I don’t know where this ‘Asgard’ place is, but we’ll find you some clothes.” assuming I can find something in your size…”Then try to figure out what to do next.” Elyse had no idea what she was going to do with this guy, but the police weren’t here and this bunch standing around on the other side of the fence certainly weren’t going to be any help. She might as well try to take care of the guy until she could figure out where he belonged.
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She seemed a little put off by the sight of him standing up, and Thor wasn't entirely sure how to take that. Perhaps he should have expected it, though, since he seemed to be a great many things that the people of her realm were not. He was bigger, he certainly kept his body in much better shape than the majority of people he'd seen thus far, and he was unfortunately lacking in the garment department. Thor was not particularly bothered by nudity, but he was bothered by the lack of armor in foreign and likely hostile territory; letting that show, however, letting his potential enemies see that he was even the slightest bit off balance, was not acceptable.

"SHIVA," he repeated, rolling the strange name around his tongue with a considering air. A brow cocked at the shake of the head that followed her quiet declaration of her name, mistaking sarcastic rebuttal for truth and surprised at the lack of title that went with the moniker. He hardly expected everyone to have the same impressive titles that he did, of course, but at the very least there should have been a Lady prefacing her name. "THOU SHOULDST BE PROUD OF THY NAME, LADY SHIVA. TIS A GOOD NAME."

But she was moving on, and Thor found that following the strange speak of these people required a great deal more concentration than he would have liked. She said 'look', but apparently didn't want him to actually look at anything, and the Thunder God eyed her in a most bemused fashion. 'New friends' he assumed meant the goats, though he couldn't tell if that was intended to be some sort of jest, and 'hanging around' he assumed referred to his staying here with them, based on context. 'Come with me' was easy enough, but such a simple train of thought was derailed by her admission of knowing nothing of Asgard. He stared at her, confusion written clearly across the planes of his face. How could she not know of Asgard? All the nine realms knew of Asgard, surely, how could she possibly not even have heard of the name?

By the bristling beard of Odin, where had he been sent?

There was also an offer to find garments, which he naturally approved of, and having always been the kind of man who preferred actions to words Thor was glad to have been given a direction of sorts, a goal on which to focus that was sharp and clear rather than the nebulous plans he had been concocting thus far. He nodded once, decisively, and with that same decisiveness the Asgardian was in motion, long strides eating up the distance between he and the fence. Those on the other side drew back slightly, perhaps expecting him to vault the barrier in one go, but instead he stopped and turned back to Shiva. While Sif was the woman he spent perhaps the most time with simply because she was part of the group of warriors near his own age that he fought with, and she would never want or need assistance scaling so small an obstacle, not all women were like Sif. Very few women were like Sif, in fact (part of the reason he loved her so), hence the silent offer of assistance to his newfound companion, eyebrow cocked inquiringly.

"MY STEED SHALL CARRY US WHERE EVER THOU DESIRES." A belated glance assured him that the beast was still standing where he'd left it, more or less, and Thor silently thanked Odin to have acquired such a docile creature. So docile it seemed to be falling asleep, though admittedly he'd asked quite a lot from such a small animal (comparatively speaking, of course). "BUT GARMENTS WOULD BE MOST WELCOME." The Odinson hesitated then, but curiosity won out after just a brief tussle. "FORGIVE ME MY IGNORANCE, LADY SHIVA, BUT, WHAT REALM BE THIS?" He might as well start getting answers now.
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Lady Shiva…

Elyse was struck by the sudden and severe desire to bury her face in her hands. All six of them. At once. She really should have known better, shouldn’t she? But noooo…she couldn’t hold her tongue, had to start being sarcastic. And of course he’d accepted it as literal truth (which didn’t necessarily mean he was mentally ill, just sadly ignorant of Hindu mythology), so now she was Shiva. Or Lady Shiva, to be correct. How chivalric of him to give her a title. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised at that, given his archaic speech. The question now was, did she explain who she really was, or just be Lady Shiva for him? Would he even understand about sarcasm? If he didn’t, ‘Lady Shiva’ didn’t sound that bad, but ‘Lady Elyse’ would sound even nicer. She wasn’t even going to try to get him to drop the title; it just wasn’t something she wanted to get into right now, or at least not until she’d found him some clothes.

Okay, so for right now she’d be Shiva. Elyse figured she could straighten it out later. There were worse things one could be called than a four-armed god of creation and destruction.

She’d wondered how she would get him out of the goat enclosure, but thankfully once Elyse offered to assist him with clothing, ‘Thor’ (if she was going to be Shiva, she might as well call him what he wanted to go by until she found out his real name) was more than willing to go along with her. He set off at once for the fence while Elyse took a look at it, trying to figure out how to get out from this side. Of course it was locked, and actually now she was wondering why there were no zoo officials here trying to handle the situation (maybe they were waiting on the police to do that for them?). Thor stopped at the fence, and it looked like he was waiting for her. He even offered the use of his horse (or whoever’s horse it was. That was yet another mess to deal with).

The final clincher for Elyse that there was something wrong with her large new friend was him asking what ‘realm’ they were in. There was simply going to be too much for her to try to explain to him right now, too many questions she had to ask him. The only thing she could do right now she supposed, was to play along. That even included….(and she heaved a great mental sigh at this)…letting him give her a ride on his horse. The alternative was strolling along through Central Park with a gigantic naked man all the way to where her car was parked. And that was not something she was willing to do. Speaking of cars, part of her was wondering if he would even fit inside of her 2005 Corolla. Maybe if she pushed the seat all the way back and he scrunched up….

Right. She’d deal with that later. Along with clothes, who the hell he was, whose horse that was, who she actually was….but definitely clothes first.

Not knowing how far back his apparent ignorance went, Elyse decided to go for the basics for now. ”This is New York City.” she said, joining him at the fence. No way in hell was she going to mention that it was also called the Big Apple.
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Again she seemed strangely hesitant, and again Thor couldn't quite fathom why. She was the one who had said 'come with me', so she clearly intended them to leave this place, yet now she remained where she'd been standing even while he waited to assist her over the fence. Again the Thunder God appeared bemused, mustering up what patience he possessed. The people of this realm were obviously inferior to Asgardians, seeming like sheep to Asgard's wolves. Maybe he frightened her, though he had done nothing aggressive, and with that thought in mind Thor did his best to appear harmless.

(Which, given he'd spent his entire life trying to do the opposite, was really destined to fail. Even when he was naked and lacking his usual weaponry.)

"I SHALL NOT HARM THEE," he promised, usually booming volume reduced to what he hope was a more acceptable (and less startling) rumble, paired with a return to that boyish sort of smile, unabashedly cheerful and hopefully reassuring to some degree or another. Perhaps words would succeed where body language did not, and thus far she seemed to find it far easier to understand him than he did her. He wondered about that, but not enough to make an issue of it, he was simply glad that they were able to communicate. Things would be even more difficult otherwise.

The smile widened when she joined him at the fence, and he barely resisted the urge to praise her as one might a dog who had finally learned to come when called. Instead he laced his fingers together to form a stirrup, crouching down a little and looking at Shiva expectantly. "A LITTLE ASSISTANCE, IF THOU WISHES?" The fences here were not particularly high (specifically made to allow people to be able to reach over and pet the animals, though Thor knew nothing of that), and he thought it easy enough to boost her over and then climb over himself. This process would be repeated at the horse, except that he would use the fence as a stepping stool to climb aboard and then they could be off to...somewhere.

(His genitals were already protesting the upcoming ride.)

"NEW YORK CITY," he repeated, as a means of cementing the information in his head. It was no realm he'd ever heard of before, didn't even have a name that made it sound real. It was a nonsense name, and he wondered for the first time if perhaps he was simply traversing a giant illusion. But surely no sorcerer could have power that vast, so as to create an entire world and maintain it so thoroughly. A group of sorcerers, maybe, working together? He wished Loki were here, his brother would have a far keener grasp on what might be occuring, on what was possible and what was not. Magic had ever been his strong suit. Of course at the same time he wished fervently that Loki (and everyone else he cared for) were not here, were safe in Asgard celebrating victory over their foes.

Though that would raise the question of why Heimdall had not found him yet and brought him home to join them.

Right now it was better to focus on the here and now rather than on what he had no control over, however, even if everything he saw and felt in this world was not real. It certainly seemed real, and that was how he would treat it. "WHAT BECAME OF OLD YORK CITY?"
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He would not harm her. Okay, well that was good to hear, although Elyse tended to not take people’s word on that. He definitely wasn’t armed, but then again someone that big didn’t really need a weapon. He could just pound the average person into the ground. Probably without breaking a sweat, too. Thor hadn’t shown any violent tendencies so far, but what would happen once she got him away from here and his little furry friends remained to be seen. The other alternative was to leave him here for the crowd to pick on and the police (eventually) to pick up, but Elyse felt sorry for the man and really felt the need to make sure he went to where needed to go.

Thor questioned her response concerning where they were and once again, Elyse (aka Shiva) had to fight the urge to facepalm. She had a feeling that she was going to be doing that a lot, actually. Now that she thought it about it, of course it would make sense to ask what had happened to Old York City. Now how to explain this to him in a way that didn’t involve her having to go through a quick run-through of western history? Maybe she could just add that to the (ever increasing) list of things to deal with later. For now, she just wanted to get out of her before they both ended up on the evening news (she was quite sure they were both on YouTube already).

”That’s kind of a long story. Can I explain once we’ve gotten out of here?” Elyse asked.

The fence wasn’t actually that big, and given that she’d climbed over it easily to get into the enclosure, Elyse knew that it would probably be just as easy for her to get out, but Thor seemed to want to be chivalrous, and so she decided to let him do his good deed for the day. Some guys liked to do that.

”Thank you.” Elyse smiled at him politely, and placing one foot into his joined hands, used them to help herself climb over the fence. The crowd of people moved away to give her room, and once she was over started asking questions and making comments again, but she ignored them as she waited for Thor to join her.
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Thor was not a particularly patient man. He'd never really had to be, not when his status in Asgard was such that he was generally given what he wanted when he wanted it, and what he was not given he tended to simply take (as his current mount so clearly attested to). He was not inherently cruel, he did not enjoy hurting people, but he was very much used to things being a certain way, to being accorded certain privileges simply because he was the son of Odin and destined to one day be king.

So being asked to wait for the answer to his question? Not really something he was terribly keen on, and his first reaction was blatantly unfavorable, broadcast by the scowl that quickly came to light. He thought of ordering her to tell him, but he'd tried that with the chariot driver already and it hadn't gotten him anywhere. She'd openly admitted to knowing nothing of Asgard which meant there was no reason for her to recognize his authority (and didn't that gall him, being stripped of not just Mjölnir and his usual strength but even the weight of his title), so logically attempting to force her into telling him anything was likely to end similarly to his encounter with the chariot driver.

So, not well.

Deciding that he could not afford to alienate the one person thus far who had shown any desire to actually help him (at least he hoped she was truly intending to be helpful, rather than leading him into some kind of trap), Thor did probably the first wise thing he'd done since landing in this realm and kept his commands to himself. "AS THOU WISHES," was his only response, tone as sulky as a child being forced to do something he didn't want to.

When she placed her foot in his hands Thor's first thought was that she was heavier than she looked. His second, more irritated thought was that whatever sorcerer had dared make him this weak would be repaid ten-fold once he found a way to correct what their magic had done. It was actively difficult to give her such a small boost, though he did not waver in his support, muscles all choosing that moment to cry out against further abuse after all he'd done thus far. He ignored them with single-minded determination, refusing to bow to the limits this puny body attempted to bestow, and carefully followed Shiva over the fence.

If her refusal to answer his question when he wanted it answered had made him scowly, the re-realization of just how weak he really was here made him appear actively angry (which he was, admittedly, but he probably should have tried harder to hide that), figurative thunderclouds brewing on his broad face. No doubt that was the reason the crowd surrounding them fell mostly silent, drawing back a little to eye the naked man with bated breath and apprehension. Fortunate for them, really, since the Thunder God had always been quick to physical confrontation when he deemed that he had somehow been insulted, and even if he did not understand all the words or references these people made, tone spoke volumes.

He ignored them and their stares, though, pacing back to the horse without a second glance at any of them. The animal shifted a little uneasily as he approached and only then did Thor make an active effort to smother his irritation; he could not afford to lose his only means of transportation in this realm just because he was angry. A quick scratch of the neck, a few low, rumbling words of reassurance, and he was relatively certain it would tolerate his presence a little longer.

"COME." This was directed at Shiva, and this time it was a command, filled with the expectation of being obeyed without question or hesitation. Again his hands laced together, ready to boost her onto the horse's back, never stopping to wonder if she'd actually ever ridden a horse. Surely even people as odd as these had such a simple skill.
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Apparently ‘Thor’ (or whoever he happened to be) was not used to not getting his own way, as the scowl and sulky tone he replied to her in implied. Oh no. She was not going to ride across Central Park on the back of a horse with a large naked man, and have to find him clothes (which made her start wondering where the nearest big and tall men’s store was) just to have him start giving her attitude just because she didn’t answer his questions as quickly as he’d like. It wasn’t her fault he didn’t know about New York City. And if he didn’t like it, he could find someone else to help him. NYPD could do it, as soon as they decided to show up.

”Don’t you start having an attitude.” Elyse said, giving him an annoyed, stubborn look. ”Only kids sulk like that. I’ll tell you whatever you need to know; I’m just not going to do it here with you standing around naked in front of everyone like this.” She indicated the crowd of people, a lot of whom were looking at her like she was crazy. ” And when I do, I’m going to have some questions for you too.”

Now if Elyse had been asked, she would have told Thor that yes, in fact she was heavier than she looked. The mutation that allowed her to grow four additional arms caused her skeleton to be thicker than normal, increasing her body weight. But she hadn’t been asked, and neither did she know about Thor’s situation, so she took his angry mood to be part of the attitude he was pulling for not having his question answered earlier. Ignoring his command, Elyse joined him at the horse, realizing as she put her foot into his laced hands that this was her first time on a horse. Crap. Born and raised in Boston, Elyse was a pure city girl, and hadn’t tried horseback riding before. It wasn’t something her family as a whole was interested in, and the money her parents had to spare for extracurricular classes for her went to the shooting range, which had been her and her father’s favorite shared activity. So no, horses were not something she was familiar with on a personal basis.

Carefully Elyse climbed up onto the back of the animal. Okay, this was awkward. She petted the creature’s head. ”Good….” Crap again. She’d forgotten to see if it was a boy or a girl. Well it was too late to check now. ”Have you had a lot of practice at this?” She asked Thor. A new scenario created was created in her head. Riding across Central Park on the back of a horse with a large naked man and getting thrown from (or falling off of) said horse. It was like a nightmare from a bad bodice-ripper.
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"DOST THOU TREAT ALL PRINCES WITH SUCH DISDAIN?" Yes he was sulking, but he was not about to let some petty commoner call him on it. He was not going to meekly submit and apologize to someone who ought to be pleased simply to have his attention (yes his ego really is that big). He was Thor, God and prince and warrior and who was this woman? No one, not even a lady in whatever passed for a court in this land, and she thought to teach him something of manners? He might as well be learning table manners from a boar. (Actually a boar probably had better table manners than he, but let's ignore that for now.)

"OR ART THOU UNABLE TO DO TWO TASKS AT ONCE?" Talking was not that difficult a task, nor was listening, both easily accomplished while walking or riding or doing really almost anything else at all. Had he really been placed in a land with such simpletons? He left off it then, though, aside from a few inaudible grumbles that accompanied his footfalls towards the horse, trying valiantly to remember the precarious predicament he was in and how foolish it would be to lose a potential allegiance over something so small. Answers would come, and if they did not he would find them elsewhere. After he had acquired clothing.

At least she still came when called (or so it looked from Thor's perspective), and that was something. Prepared now for the difficulty of boosting her (compared to what it would normally feel like, anyway), they hurdled that obstacle without issue, except for the obvious unease she gave off once actually seated on the animal. The Thunder God sighed audibly, wondering if this alliance was worth the trouble it was rapidly becoming. Honestly he'd been doing better in the pen with the goats. (Which really only showed how very little he knew about the world he'd landed in.)

"DO NOT FIDGET," he instructed as he circled around to the other side of the horse, scaling the fence there and sliding onto its back slightly more forward than he normally would have been, as he allowed space for Shiva behind him. "HE WILL NOT LIKE IT." Yet again it was a boon that he'd acquired such a docile animal, it seemed. After a moment of carefully settling in the least uncomfortable position he could find, Thor gathered up the reins once more and nudged the horse into a walk, trusting that Shiva would at least have the sense to hold on to him if she felt in danger of falling off. It was not the best way to ride horseback, but one made do with what they had at hand.

He did not answer her question immediately, less out of spite and more because he was watching the faces of those they rode past for any sign of potential violence and steering the horse onward back to the gate through which he'd entered. "MY BROTHER IS THE BETTER HORSEMAN, BUT IT IS A SKILL ALL THOSE IN ASGARD POSSESS." Loki had always had an uncanny affinity for animals, a fact that Thor accepted and rarely bothered to comment on aside from the occasional teasing remark. The brothers certainly specialized in different areas, but in Thor's mind that only made them all the stronger when working together, he with his brute force attacks and Loki with his sly and shifting magics. He would certainly rather have him here than Lady Shiva, no matter how fair she was to look upon. Sif he would take as well (and therefore fulfill two wants at once), or any of the Warriors Three, really any familiar face would be a welcome one at this point.

Through the gate once more, left with a choice of direction (and more staring, talking faces with their little boxes), Thor pulled the horse to a stop and quiered his companion. "IN WHICH DIRECTION DOST OUR PATH LIE?"
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