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WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Woods, The Blacksmith, The Boathouse, and House 8.
WHEN:September 14th
OPEN TO:OTA
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open

A: The woods
It was a day, he wasn't really sure which day it was since Fenrir's shakes he had lost track of his days to busy with his tasks. Making more soap, carving bone and a second bit of wood for Kate since he didn't like his the one she asked for turned out despite having given it to her. But when he wasn't working around the house he was out and about. As always his favorite place to be was the woods.

Some days he fell trees when he had an axe, other days he hunted. Days like today he just foraged. Part of it was for survivals sake. The rest was just a pure need to reconnect with nature. He spent so long in the woods trying to buy his freedom back that he felt more right in the woods. He no longer kept his injuries from the day of the quakes covered they were all scabbed over enough for him to no longer care. New scars would come and cover his skin. Things he didn’t give much though to, being blissfully ignorant to things like germs. Such things were not known in his time, and he's never thought about it since arriving in this new land, he lived by what he knew.

Which was part of why he was out, he was looking for herbs. His stomach had been bothering him for a couple days now. He couldn't pin why, but he figured he could find an herb to help ease the pain.

B: Blacksmith
Thorfinn had noticed the building but before today he hadn't ventured to close to it. Just idly looking and passing by. He wasn't sure why today the desire to get closer hit, but it did. He could recall being young and innocent running across the village he was born in 'Father! Father!' he would always call out. Happy to sit and watch Thors try to repair and make things. His father was such a bad blacksmith, but a good man. In Medietas, Thorfinn himself tried to become a blacksmith but a month of learning didn't do a lot for him here.

Stepping up he kept a hand on his pack, the other ran over the door before pushing it open. Disappearing inside the building. It was all different from the smithy in his village. Like everything in this village it was still rather futuristic but, he had the basic idea. He couldn't explain why, but he had the desire to be in the building. Sitting on the floor with his pack beside him he looked around the empty dark building.

C: Porch of House 8
When he finally made his way home he didn’t go right inside he tossed his pack on the porch taking a seat on the steps and pulled up the bit of bone he had been carving the night before. Sitting back against a post he pulled one leg close to his body to prop his arm on, the other stretched out to try and touch the other post, it didn’t work his legs weren't long enough. Yet he remained sitting the same as he shaved away at the bone in his hand. It was comb but this one made of wood, a piece he had been whittling down for awhile. Experimenting with new ways to make things.

He knew he could have gone inside, but he was feeling a bit out of sorts. Sitting on the porch in the cooling air seemed like the thing to do.

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"Water, find some water! They wont follow you in! The river is this way." He pointed off towards the river, the quickest way he knew anyway.

Thorfinn looked confused, the voice registered as someone he knows, but his days in Medietas were so fuzzy sometimes that it didn't connect that well. The issue at hand was much more important anyway. Though the way it was phrased made Thorfinn shrug.

"I thought it Vinland myself, but it is not. We do not know where we are. We were all taken from our home." Midgard... who would use Midgard. No, it couldn't be.

Thor jumped into the river and quickly rid himself of the bees before coming ashore again to greet the man who had provided him with such valuable information. Having never encountered such on Asgard, Thor had no idea what to do when bees stung him.

"My thanks to you," he said, managing something of a smile. "It is no realm I know, this place, and the lack of knowledge is something I find disturbing."

Thorfinn just quietly waited, still a bit unsure about it all. At least he knew enough about bees thanks to his travels in his youth. He was always glad to be a help when he could be. He was leaning against a tree waiting for the other man to come out of the water again. Nodding when he did.

"It is no problem. Bee's hurt like a son of a bitch. I am not fond of their stings myself." He figured it was one of the herbs in his pack that was still half open at his side that was the saving grace keeping him from getting stung. At least just yet. "No one here knows this place. Jo has taken many notes but still nothing is really known about this place. We were all just taken from all around. Different times and places." He stepped forward then offering a hand out. "My name is Thorfinn, Son of Thors."

"I am Thor, son of Odin," Thor said, reaching out and shaking his hand. It was a firm grip and a sharp shake, full of power, and he felt like he could get along well with this man. They shared language, after all, though Thor did not know which language was this man's native one; the one he'd used was old and out of use on Midgard except among academics.

"How long have you been here, Thorfinn?"

Thorfinn's brown eyes went wide as he seemed to straighten his shoulders a moment. Almost like a cat recoiling away from something. He didn't pull away from the shake though. He shook back a strong form shake as well, before taking his scarred up hand back. "It is an honor to meet you, Thor." His voice was just a bit shaken as he said it, his mind screaming to say lord, to bow to be respectful, but Thorfinn knew if he went down on bended knee he wasn't likely to get back up. He had to stand tall... as tall as a man a foot short than a god could anyway.

"A full moon phase and two halves." He spoke, finally taking his hand back crossing his arms over his chest trying to hide the face that he was utterly shocked to be standing speaking to Thor. Of course he remembered bits of his short talk with Thor in Medietas, but he didn't expect a god to remember him, much less with the way the Multiverse seems to work. "Others have been here longer."

"And you have not been able to leave? I tried to scale the canyon," Thor said, looking back that direction. "I was stopped by the bees. They disappeared after that happened."

It was strange, come to think of it, that the bees suddenly stopped bothering him as soon as he got away from the canyon walls.

"I have not tried I admit." He looked the direction that he knew the Canyon's to be in, the direction Thor had come from. All he could think everytime he saw them was falling off the cliffs in his dreams nightly. "Jo say's we can not leave, Jo knows these kinds of worlds. I trust her words fully." He spoke rather than admit the Canyon actually frightens him a little fear was such an alien thing.

Though hearing the bee's vanished he blinked a bit. "Magic, maybe? Bee's shouldn't act like that."

"If it is magic, I know who is likely to blame."

In spite of his hesitance to pin this on Loki, whom he knew to be dead and gone, everything pointed to that. Loki would devise a trap such as this one to eliminate threats to his goal of conquest and considering the parties who were here (himself, Barton, Romanoff, Wilson), it would make sense that Loki would want such defense mechanisms neutralized before launching another attack on Midgard.

"Have you seen signs of Loki here?"

That certainly caught his attention. Though, Thor already had his full attention. Nothing else would be as important right now. Just a guy talking to his naked god in the woods, nothing unusual here. When Thor posed the question, it was a bossy blonde man he thought of back on Medietas.

"Not for many years, my lord. That was another world altogether. You are the first god I have seen any sign of in this place. It do not think this is a trick of Loki, though I could be wrong. Though there are many strange things that happen here that can not be explained."

"If you see sign of Loki, you must tell me. I have to be able to protect this realm from him."

No one knew his brother better than he and Thor felt the responsibility of keeping these people safe from anything Loki might have planned. He could not allow anyone to be harmed because of the quarrels of Asgard.

"You have my word, my lord. Should anyone looking like him appear I will let you know as soon as he does so. Where are you staying so I may know where to go?"

He was mostly curious, but who knew, Lord Loki could appear.

"I have not found a house of yet," Thor admitted. "So I have been staying in the inn. I am hopeful that I will move to another house shortly."

It would require finding one that suited his needs and one that he thought would have room enough in case others from Asgard or Midgard came and needed shelter of their own.