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CHARACTERS: Thor Odinson & Anyone
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: None for now.
SUMMARY: Thor is exploring the ship and found his way to the gardens.

level one

[The cold, mechanical atmosphere of the ship has become somewhat oppressive. Thor is not used to living in such sterile surroundings.

He had heard that there were gardens on board, and decided to see for himself. However, when he finally locates and enters the gardens, the vast room he finds is not at all what he expected. There is plant life, but there is also the ever-present technology, keeping it all running.

He wanders down various pathways, gazing at the various plants and their attendant machines with obvious confusion, but also great interest.]

level three

[The overgrown wilderness of the upper levels is more what Thor was hoping to find. The hum of the ship is still there, but it's muffled by the greenery and plant life. He finds a small clearing and sits, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed.

Of course he never could remain still for long. Eventually he sits up straighter, taking Mjolnir into his hands. There has been a strangeness to the hammer ever since he arrived on board, and he wants to try calling its power, in a small, very controlled way.

After a few long moments of concentration, he succeeds in calling sparks to the hammer's head. He only holds them there for a moment before letting the gathered energy dissipate harmlessly. The frown on his face seems to indicate that the attempt was not as successful as he would have liked.]

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[He hesitates for just a moment, then moves the hammer to sit on the ground a few feet in front of him.]

I'm afraid it would be too heavy for you to lift, but you may examine it if you wish.

[ just for that she tries to lift it—subtly. when she cannot, she casts a look at thor as if he is somehow responsible. arya crouches next to it and runs her fingers over the markings. ]

What are these?

[He notices her attempt, but does not comment on it. Instead he runs a finger over the one of the patterns on the end.]

These are purely decorative, but these...

[He points to the markings in a circle on the top of the hammer's head.]

These runes are the written language of my home. It says "He who wields this hammer commands the lightning and the storm."

[ she peers at them with greater interest as if the runes would magically make sense to her if she only focuses hard enough. when nothing happens, she squints at him. ]

Are you a sorcerer?

[He smiles at the question.]

No, not I, but my parents and my brother are powerful magic users. I can only use the magic that has been placed within Mjolnir.

My name is Thor Odinson.

[ she stands up straight so he may retrieve the hammer and she can introduce herself properly ( her mother would be proud. ) ]

I am Arya of House Stark.

A pleasure to meet you, Arya of House Stark.

[He would give her a formal bow if he wasn't sitting on the ground. Mjolnir is set beside him again as he looks her over and takes a guess.]

I have met others from the house of Stark. Would you be related to Robb Stark?

He's my brother. [ with time, it's easier to say. she follows mjolnir's movements before canting her head. ] Who else did you meet?

Tony Stark. Both of them.

[He smiles a little for the oddity of that situation.]

One of them is from the same world that I come from. But I do not think that they are truly of your house.

One of them is. He's my grandson.

[ she says it so steadily it doesn't sound like a lie. ]

[Thor raises an eyebrow. It's not that he doesn't believe her... Well, okay, he doesn't quite believe her. But he'll play along anyway.]

Which one is your grandson?

Operations-one-five. [ easier than playing differentiate between dimensional twins. ] He's really my great-great-something-grandson, but it's quicker to just say grandson.

[ her face is still water. if she's lying, she's doing an excellent job of it ( protip: she's an excellent liar. ) ]

[He has to think about which Tony Stark that is, but he's pretty sure that's the Tony Stark from his world. Which makes her contention a bit confusing.

He can't decide if she really believes what she's saying or she's lying. If she's lying, then she's very good. Of course Thor has spent a thousand years with the Liesmith for a brother, so he's had plenty of experience in being lied to by an expert.

In the end it doesn't really matter though. It's an amusing mental image either way and he smiles.]

That is the Tony that comes from the same world as I. Your land, Westeros I believe it was called? If Tony is your descendant, then it must have been on Earth.

It is on earth. [ as opposed to on water. the planet's name will never not be the stupidest name in the universe to her. ]

You can ask him yourself. He will make a stupid face, and likely deny it, but it's true.

[ there is the tiniest upward turn to the corners of her lips. ]

[Thor just grins.]

I will make a point to ask him about it.

[ arya regrets she won't get to see tony's face. imagining it is almost as good, though. ]

So who made it? [ she points to the hammer. mjolnir is the coolest toy okok. ]

[Verily, it is indeed the coolest.]

The Dwarven folk of Nidavellir. The legend says it was forged in the heart of a dying star.

Stars die?

[ it's the medieval version of telling a child santa doesn't exist. ]

Everything that lives will eventually die, and that includes stars. But the lifespan of a star is millions of years, and even as they die, new stars are being born.

[ arya squints. ]

Are you lying?

I speak the truth. Is it so hard to believe?

But they're stars. [ where is jane when you need her. ]

[Thor thinks for a minute, then shakes his head.]

I lack the words to explain it correctly. I must leave that to the scientists.

Besides, it is only a legend. More likely my hammer was born in the heart of Eitri's forge in Nidavellir.

Is that were you're from? Nida–vellir?

[ she stumbles a little over the pronunciation, but she manages it. ]

No, I am from Asgard. Nidavellir and Asgard are two of the Nine Realms. Earth, or Midgard as we call it, is another.