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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

But Earth is a planet. It has many realms. That's what everyone says.

And so it is. But just as there may be many cities within a country, and many countries upon a planet, there are nine realms that make up the world tree, Yggdrasil. They are separated in space, but joined together by the branches of the great tree, like pathways.

[This conversation reminds him of the first time he explained it to Jane Foster.]

[ funnily enough, she absorbs that better than stars dying. trees are sacred to the old gods. through her brother, she has been privy to greendreams—incredible dreams of what has been, is and will be where distances do not matter and their weirwood tree plays a central role. ]

Do realms form the roots too?

Yes. Muspelheim, the land of the Fire Giants, and Niffleheim, the land of the dishonored dead, can both be found in the roots of Yggdrasil.

[ fascinated, she leans forward. ]

Have you been to all those places?

I have not been to Niffleheim, for only the dead may walk there. As for Muspelheim, our King has forbidden anyone from Asgard to travel there. The Fire Giants have often been our enemies.

[He grins and leans forward, lowering his voice as if someone might overhear.]

But I did go, once. My friends and I wanted to see what it was like. It is an inhospitable place, full of sulfur and smoke. We did not stay long.

[ she grins. he's all right. ]

Which is your favorite of them all?

[He opens his mouth to answer, and then hesitates.]

I should say Asgard. It is my home, and someday I will be its king. But I confess I find myself very fond of Midgard. The people there are brave and clever, and although they have such short lives compared to ours, they do so much more with the time they have.

I have a friend like that. He lives in Braavos, but he was born in the Summer Isles. He'll not say anything bad about his home, but he won't leave Braavos either. He says he loves them both.

Have you may friends in Midgard? [ and now earth is forever midgard, good job, thor. ]

Yes, exactly. I cannot choose between them.

I have met a few people there that I hope I could call friend. Unfortunately I have not been able to spend much time with them. If circumstances had been different, I would have stayed longer.

And now you're stuck here. At least there are some familiar to you.

[ even if getting stuck on a ship knowing only tony feels like a punishment. ]