[we come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow]

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Bunker, around the village
WHEN: Late November
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as needed

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Arrival in the Bunker

It started with the Devil's Anus.

Or did it end with it?

The last thing Thor can remember is the rumbling, shaking, and rocking of the leisure ship the Valkyrie had convinced him to commandeer on their seemingly futile mission to make it back to Asgard before Hela utterly destroyed it all. He remembers the chase towards the Anus (he wishes there was a different name for it, but when on Sakaar ..), and remembers entering it with nothing more than a fool's hope at coming through the other side unscathed, and ..

That's all.

Did he ever come out of the Anus? (Ugh.)

He must've, for when he opens his eyes, he's no longer on the Grand Master's Orgy Leisure Ship but rather .. in water. Water? Has he somehow landed elsewhere amongst Yggdrasil? Alfheim, perhaps? Submerged in one of its lakes or ponds?

It takes some time for his eyes to adjust, but when things slowly come into focus under the harsh, artificial lighting, he realizes he's in no pond or lake, nor is he on either Asgard or Alfheim. Perhaps the Anus has obliterated him and this is all some sort of .. strange posthumous experience, or perhaps it only led to Midgard instead. A sweep of his gaze tells him that the tube in which he finds himself and the odd room in which this tube is being held look more mortal-made than anything else.

Has Stark been experimenting on him? Or worse, Banner? No, surely Banner wouldn't betray him like this, even in the pursuit of knowledge. Would he do this to obtain an eighth .. oh, what were they called? Pee-aytch-dee? Would Stark do this instead? It's not that Thor's upset at the possibility so much as he would have hoped the man would at least have the decency to ask.

Right. Time to make quick work of this strange cylindrical chamber.

He reaches a hand out for Mjolnir only to be metaphorically slapped with the memory of watching Hela crumble it like a cookie. He's still got super strength, though, so this shouldn't be too bad, even without his beloved hammer.

He gathers as much of his strength as he can and uses it all in one go, fists pounding against the glass in front of him. Expecting a glorious explosion, he's thoroughly disappointed when there's no such event, and instead, the tube remains as intact and unaffected as ever. He tries it again, and again, and again .. Until he can barely do much of anything, suspended in liquid.

He's exhausted already? But how? He's no stranger to fatigue, but to be bested by a pathetic tube in so short a time? Pathetic! Embarrassing! And yet, those feelings do nothing to help solve his current conundrum: how to get out of this blasted cell. When all else fails? Shout! Shout as deeply and ferociously as he can while pushing through the aches already formulating in his body.

Surely someone will hear him struggling, won't they?


Around the Village

If one happens to be walking around the South Village towards the end of November, one might see a large, blonde man in bright, yellow scrubs scurrying around, trying to inconspicuously communicate with various woodland creatures upon which he stumbles. If one listen's closely, the name "Loki" and the term "brother" might be called out to these various creatures followed by a series of questions, but what all of those things have to do with squirrels, raccoons, croc-dogs, and the like has yet to be parsed.

One might also see this large man striking various odd poses, like one that looks like a rockstar ending a concert - legs spread apart, head thrown back and looking to the heavens, arm raised as high as it'll go. Reminiscent of Freddie Mercury, only more Scandinavian with less pizzazz and music. Or he might jump in the air and slam back down to the earth into a low crouch, fist making contact with the dirt as though he's cursing the very ground upon which he stands. What's he doing?, one might ask. Why is he doing that?, one might also ask. If curiosity gets the better of the observer, maybe they'll be brave enough to approach and inquire.

If one is fortunate (?) enough to avoid the above scenarios, one's fate might catch up when visiting the Inn. The walking ball of proverbial sunshine will probably be planted near a fireplace, huddled over a large bowl of soup or stew like he's a goblin protecting his hoard of jewels or .. whatever it is that goblins collect. He's learned not to smash the bowl in order to show his appreciation (an improvement!), but it seems that his stomach is bottomless. He might need to be cut off or, at least, be told to slow down so as to save some food for the others.

Comments

Bunker

[notsoangry]

Bruce occasionally came to the bunker to get a good look of the machinery and details down there. As a scientist it was fascinating, and he was adding everything he saw there to his notes. He'd been mostly busy making certain everyone was recovering well from their illness, and also recovering himself. He still wasn't entirely at his best, looking more exhausted than usual, but studying things helped him focus.

His head picks up when he hears a distant bang nearby. He knows people can come through this way instead of the fountain, but this is his first time seeing it for himself. It only takes a quick look before he recognizes the man within it, and his eyes widen in panic. "Thor!" As if saying his name is going to help anything. He immediately runs over to the panel and it takes very little time to find the right way to open it up and get him out. Mostly at that point he simply hits everything until it works since he's frantic to save his friend.

The tube opens allowing Thor to spill out, and while Bruce is in no way strong or big enough to catch the Asgardian, he tries his level best to. It's a terrible idea but he's not thinking straight. He and Thor bonded a great deal lately and he worries. "Thor, are you okay?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Banner's face is like a gift from the ... well, a gift from .. himself? His father? His mother? Whatever, it's a gift, regardless of the sender, and with all of his remaining strength, he manages a bright smile at the sight of his friend. The expression fades quickly, and he begins to see the peripherals of his vision going dark. He's not entirely sure what this means, and he begins to wonder if he'll end up drowning if Banner is unable to release him. Somehow, he's already ascertained a more pessimistic outlook; if he can't manage to shatter a paltry glass tube, how could he hope to ..

But before the darkness takes him, and before his thoughts run too rampant into Hela's territory, he feels the rush and burn of air in his lungs, the cold, scraping feel of the ground beneath him, and the warmth pulsating through Banner's touch. His lungs try to remember how to breathe the normal air, and he curls up as a series of deep coughs and wretches overtake him.

A hand gripping onto Bruce's forearm with desperation, he finally lifts his head to make eye contact with his friend.

"Anus!" he shouts, voice gruff and strained with the coughing fit and residual water. "ANUS!" he shouts again, as though this will somehow clear up his seemingly incessant need to shout body parts at Bruce. "Did we make it?" He hopes it's enough to clarify his outburst.

[notsoangry]

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, breathe." In any other situation he might have teased Thor with a sun's getting real low, but he also just drowned so it's not the time. He'll save it for another time. Oh god Thor doesn't have powers, that comes to him immediately, and that's going to be difficult. They both are so used to being able to save the day when things get dire with the Hulk or Thor's lightning. That's not going to be an option anymore. He's not going to start there though. Breathing is best.

It's a very good thing that Bruce knows exactly what he's talking about, otherwise he would be so confused by shouting that word. That notes in his head immediately where Thor is in the timeline. And it means that Bruce has to pick what to tell him; the truth or a lie. He hates those options. He's trying not to be so glad to see him, but he is, patting Thor on the back to help him get the water out. "Yes, we made it. It's okay." Bruce is not going to fill him in on the horrible future. "This isn't, um, Asgard, but back in our world and in our time we did make it back to Asgard and, uh, we beat Hela." By destroying Asgard. Yikes.

Around the village - Hero Landing

[killorder]

Whatever had been going around seems to be getting better, and the sickly are sometimes out and about like pale zombies seeing the sun again, and Jake is just trying to keep life normal here. Though defining Kidnap Village as normal might be stretching it.

He's left Cougar perched in the upper window of the house, hoping for the towers sooner than later for Cougar's sake, Jake is dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, his peacoat on against the chill as he heads for the forge.

Though he doesn't quite make it there when he sees a flash of yellow scrubs - which is welcome enough - but it's the man's actions that bring him to a standstill.

He opens his mouth, closes it, and then he just can't help himself. "Ummmm, not to interrupt," he begins, almost sheepish as he clears his throat. "But I'm pretty sure that patch of ground didn't mean it. Whatever it did."

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Thor is sad. Very sad. So sad that when his last attempt at calling down his usual lightning powers fails, he simply shifts his weight so that he lands on the ground on his bottom with a quiet thud. He looks a bit like a kid who just had all of his toys taken away for some unknown reason. He picks up a small twig nearby and begins doodling shapes in the dirt, mostly of snakes. A little stick figure of himself, but the way he's supposed to look, like the crude image of it will somehow bring it into being.

Of course, no such thing happens.

He didn't mind Midgard the last time he was on it. In fact, he found it fascinating. But he was still a god then. He still had his powers. He was still the Mighty Thor. Now he's just ...

thor. With a lowercase T.

The sound of a voice draws him out of his pity Jol and makes him lift his gaze to its owner. He looks vaguely familiar, like he might've seen him before, but how or where or when, he doesn't know. Nor does it make sense for him to have known him previously. Thor's only just arrived here.

He quickly stands, brushing himself off (but holding onto the twig. Why? He doesn't know).

"You there, might you know where we are? Are we on Midgard?"

[killorder]

Okay, teasing is kind of bad second nature to Jake, but looking at the guy sitting there looking like someone just kicked his puppy off a cliff and he nearly feels bad for it. Though, considering this place and some of the creatures there, maybe someone or something did take his puppy, and that would be sad. About as sad as this guy looks.

Jake offers a bit of a smile, figuring maybe the guy was new and lost, but then that question comes and Jake finds himself pausing, confused.

"Uhmmm, that entirely depends on just where Midgard is," he admits, not knowing the term personally. "Though maybe not? We don't really know where this place is, so maybe?"

Which isn't at all helpful, and he knows it. "Some say it's another world entirely because the stars don't match up to anything anyone has seen, but I'm guessing eventually someone will recognize them."

Village - Woodland Critters

[ex_enlisted288]

It's only been a few days since the fever delirium went away and Steve is so itchy to get out of bed, whether its at the hospital or in his own damn house, that he just shrugs on a clean set of white scrubs, his jacket, and heads out for a run. Or at least a sedate walk around the periphery of the village.

That's where he encounters Thor. Specifically, Thor talking quietly to a squirrel. And, if his ears aren't deceiving him, calling the rodent Loki. It takes a solid moment of just staring to think that maybe it's not one of his hallucinations. That Thor might possibly be there in the flesh. Chatting with a squirrel.

"So, uh," He offers, not entirely sure what to say. Except, "I don't think that's your brother."

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Out of the corner of Thor's eye, he sees a white figure approaching. He thinks it to be a spirit or apparition, or perhaps nothing more than his mind playing tricks on him. That seems to be a common occurrence here. Certainly one of these creatures must be his trickster brother, playing an elaborate charade. And he wouldn't be confined to only snakes; their mother had taught the younger Odinson well when it came to illusions. He wouldn't put it past Loki to have assumed the form of some strange Midgardian creature with which Thor is unfamiliar, making him look like a fool and an idiot all at once.

So he dismisses what he thinks he's a spirit. He doesn't even bother to look in its direction. He has this sneaking suspicion that as soon as he takes his eyes away from the rodent before him, who he believes to be his brother in disguise, he'll have no hope of finding answers.

But when the apparition speaks, it startles him so thoroughly that he lets out a high-pitched yelp. The volume and suddenness of the sound cause the animal to scurry up a tree where Thor can no longer see it.

He's been defeated - first by a glass tube, and now by a small, grey rodent he realizes is .. just a rodent. Not Loki. In front of who he now realizes is Steve Rogers. Captain America. The only of the Avengers who managed to move Mjolnir with his brute strength alone. And he can't even take to the sky to hide from his embarrassment.

He quickly lets out a series of non-chalant laughs and chortles as a means to protect his wounded pride and make it seem as though he hadn't just been talking to a squirrel. He motions in the direction of the tree it had run up into with a "pfft" for good measure. NBD. Just on a pleasant stroll in the woods.

"Steve, what a pleasant, ahem, surprise." You just screamed like a child, Thor. "I didn't, uh. I didn't see you there."

Woodland creatures

[ataashihunter]

Bull's somehow managed to avoid seeing the guy for a day or two, mostly thanks to being out on patrol with Hawke. But he stops when he sees the guy, mostly to take in how good the other looks. Then he notices what he is saying and frowns. It makes no sense.

He takes a few steps closer, making sure to keep some distance between them and that his hands are nowhere near his axe. "Hello?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

The approach of another gives the raccoon he's managed to corner between a tree and a rock a chance at escape, and in all honesty, it's a good thing Bull's shown up when he has. Thor had been about 0.10 seconds away from being mauled by the funny bandit bear, and it's only because Thor brings his attention to the stranger that he avoids a very upsetting introduction with the village's wildlife.

Of course, Thor doesn't see it this way. He's a bit frustrated that the distraction's allowed what could've been his brother escape.

He's about to give a reprimand to whomever's butting in on his Very Legitimate and Serious Business when his regular line of sight doesn't quite reach the stranger's face. He has to keep looking up, further back, before finally making eye contact. All at once, any annoyance Thor might've felt dissipates, and he lets out a hearty laugh of appreciation at the creature's size and appearance.

"You're a creature I've not yet seen; are you a kind of Jötunn?"

[ataashihunter]

Bull blinks. None of that was the reaction he expected but he finds himself grinning at Thor's laugh. There is something ver real and honest about that laugh that he likes.

"We don't really like to be called creatures. I am ..." He pauses for a moment, how to best explain it. "My race is called Qunari or Vashoth depending on if you follow the Qun or not." Not that he thinks most humans care. "Why were you talking to that racoon?"

Around the Village - Inn

[nonstopnarcissist]

Walking up for his daily round of a free meal (and to stretch his legs, he'd been bedbound for too damn long) Tony's pretty well huddled in his peacoat against the weather staring at, well. The rather low level of the stew which is rare for this time of day. At least until he squints into the inn's seating area to find Thor. "Well shit."

Right before winter hits. If his appetite hasn't changed from what he remembers? This'll make keeping people fed when the harvest is over a bitch and a half. Still. He lades himself up a bowl and makes his way over. Strangling aside (could've been worse, it could have been so much worse) Tony's got no beef with Thor. "So..."

A beat. "When'd you wash in?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Thor may not have his normal powers - a very upsetting but not altogether foreign revelation - but he refuses to admit defeat as a mortal. He cannot conjure lightning or harvest the chaotic elements the way he once could, and the whole concept of breathing has been a chore, but he's slowly adjusting. He's stopped trying to break his brother's illusions amongst the woodland creatures (he's come to understand that Loki is not here, which is astounding in itself), and he's stopped trying to call on Heimdall to open the Bifrost (a bizarre sight, no doubt, for anyone unfamiliar with what shouting "Heimdall!" into the sky normally brings).

Over all, he thinks, he's made some progress.

He hasn't taken into account, however, his now human-sized stomach. Given his size, even as a mortal, he will still need to eat more than someone smaller, but he's used to endless feasts and endless drinks of mead and ale and wine. "Being full" is not a concept he innately knows, and it's midway through what might be his fifth bowl (he's lost count) that the sudden pang of an engorged stomach hits him. It's also the exact moment he hears a familiar voice, and all he can do is hope he doesn't vomit all over the man.

He huffs out a groan of air before trying to discreetly burp into the crook of his elbow. It doesn't work as planned, and it ends up being a very loud, very noticeable, and very forceful belch. With a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, he looks up to Tony and offers a smile of a man who appears to be unaffected.

"Yesterday morning." Another little burp, followed by a hiccup. He presses the side of his fist to his mouth for a second. "I'd get up to greet you properly, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I move."

Around the Village

[houmaprotector]

Alec is recovering. He's grateful for that because holy shit that hurt like hell. Being sick was obnoxious when he was human, even moreso as a plant. Even moreso then the rot.

Something worth considering. something worth thinking about.

That said he has planted himself in the forest and feels significantly better before someone - calling "Brother" makes him open one red eye before sighing and untangling himself from the foliage.

"...I'm afraid not." Said the tree creature, "Did he just arrive?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

A creature resembling what Midgardians call a "possum" scampers off with a frightened hiss as soon as second, pesky human decides to join the blonde idiot's interrogation. It seems like the perfect sort of creature for Loki - a strange, beady-eyed rodent with sharp teeth and a certain ferocity. Thor isn't entirely convinced that it isn't his brother, but he doesn't have a chance to go running after it before he's lost it in the brush.

He'd been laying on his stomach opposite the creature, trying to reason with it as best he could. Defeated, his forehead falls to his arms, pressed against the ground, and he sighs his frustration.

"I can only assume he is behind my arriving here," he mumbles into the dirt before lifting his head to look at the stranger. "I don't suppose you've seen a dark-haired trickster loping about recently?"

Around the Village

[to_defend]

7 is hanging out on her roof, because she likes being able to view the village around her. She's got her spear across her lap, not necessarily because she needs it, but because she's not yet used to not needing it. She'd been content to sit and watch the people pass and the sun start its slow descent, but then it's very hard to miss that tall splot of yellow against the drab ground.

She watches him curiously, his movements were an absolute mystery and she didn't want to interfere if only because she wanted to see where it would go next. Eventually he passes out of her range of sight from where she's sitting, and she stands and crosses over to the other side of her roof to watch, then hop off the edge and use a hand on the gutter to swing her fall into a low arc to land in front of him - maybe a little closer than she'd been hoping - but here she is, spear in hand but for the moment at ease.

"You're new. Are you dancing?" She's not sure what else it could be.

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

All of his usual moves and attempts to conjure his powers fail, utterly. Glaringly. Horribly. It's so depressing that Thor drags himself around the village very much like Charlie Brown (if he knew what or who Charlie Brown was), head down, limbs loosely hanging as he goes. One could always hear the faint sound of somber piano music somewhere in the distant, with some imagination.

Maybe it starts to rain, but only where he's walking. Like he's got a little grey cloud above his head, following him around.

That's how he feels, anyway.

And then something's coming at him from above, suddenly and without warning, and Thor is so consumed in his own thoughts and sadness that he barely has enough time to react. He ends up fall backwards onto his bottom with a hard thump, and he feels a weird, sharp pain shoot up his spine.

"THESE BODIES ARE SO FRAGILE!" he exclaims, frustrated and angry at this weakling body in which he finds himself. "HOW DO YOU MORTALS DO THIS?" He barely has time to register that she's got a spear in-hand, though his gaze lingers on it for a couple seconds before he looks to her directly as though she might have an answer to his ridiculous question.

Village

[womanofvalue]

Peggy's been finally feeling more herself. She doesn't need to swath herself in blankets, she's not coughing, and it seems the cure has finally taken (even if it did cause a momentarily awful moment in the interim). She's back to her normal routine and delivering gutted fish to the inn when she comes across a new face.

New, yet familiar.

"Thor?" she checks, because she can't imagine that anyone else would be able to have that face and appearance. It's been an age since he's been here, though, and she tries to recollect how long, which only makes her feel weary. "Sorry," she apologizes. "I know you, but you don't know me."

YAY PEGGY

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Hearing his name isn't exactly unexpected, but it is still a bit of a surprise. It's a voice he doesn't immediately place, and when he turns to look at her, he's disappointed to find that her (very beautiful) face doesn't help place her, either. Brows furrowed but otherwise unaffected, he stands from his chair with a groan. He's eaten far too much of the stew, and it's all beginning to catch up with him.

He has no idea how many bowls he's already consumed.

Right, focus on the beautiful woman, Thor. Your discomfort and strange feelings of pressure inside of your gut can wait.

"We've met before?" he asks, flattening a palm to his slightly distended belly. "On Midgard?" A pause. "Were you one of Jane's friends?"

Village

[borneinblood]

For the most part, Druitt doesn't pay a whole lot of attention to the various animals that can be found on the outskirts of the village. They're there, yes. But for the most part they aren't really something he spends a lot of time thinking about. On the other hand, the sight of someone in vibrantly yellow scrubs is enough to catch his attention based on that alone; when he realizes that Thor is - apparently - yelling at a racoon, that only has him wondering all the closer.

"I rather doubt you'll get any answers that way."

If Thor is particularly invested in the attempt, there's not much he can to actually stop him, mind. But he can't imagine that it's going to be terribly productive, either.

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

"My defeat is precisely what he wants," Thor replies with a bit of an annoyed huff. The frustration is not, of course, directed at the approaching stranger but rather the fact that he's convinced one of these creatures is his brother, who is refusing to give up the charade. He turns back to the raccoon, who has seen its opportunity of escape and is promptly trying to scamper off.

"I WILL NOT BE MADE OF A FOOL OF, BROTHER!" Thor shouts after the animal, which only causes it to run faster.

As if suddenly remembering he's no longer alone, shouting and demanding answers of the local wildlife, Thor offers an unaffected and pleasant smile at the man. It's almost as if he's completely forgotten about what he was just doing and is now more interested in his new friend.

"I have just arrived here within the last day. My name is Thor Odinson."

Around--critters

[demiurgency]

Billy's out in the woodlands just outside the village for some field practice when he hears the voice. Nothing major, just trying to identify a few different types of plants from his book, see if there's anything at all sinking in or if he's gonna have to start making flashcards or something, but it's enough that he's deep in focus staring and trying to figure out if this thing has clusters of three leaves or four and ignores the first few calls for someone's brother. It isn't until the name 'Loki' pops up that he finally snaps out of it, looking around.

It doesn't take much to spot Thor, or much to figure out who he's supposed to be, honestly. The bright yellow is easy to spot among the trees, and who else would be like seven feet tall, blonde, and wide enough to block the sun? Although he's definitely gotta be the Thor from that other world. He's waaaay too pretty to be his world's Thor. Crunching across the leaves, he moves towards the man, now positing a question to an irritated-looking badger, and clears his throat. "Uh--Mr. Thor? I, um. I don't think that's your brother." Although honestly, he's seen Loki do weirder things for kicks.

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

"BROTHER!" Thor shouts, accentuating his word with a forceful clap in the badger's face. The creature - or is it Loki? - is getting more and more irritated, and it's a miracle it hasn't directly lunged for the jugular or Thor's yawping mouth. Thor seems to be ignoring every sign of danger, too, continuing to annoy the poor animal until he hears his name being said by an unfamiliar voice.

He cranes his head over his shoulder to lay sight on a boy he's never seen before. He hesitates a few moment, gaze sweeping up and down the teen, until he draws his attention back to the badger. It's still hissing and growing and screeching in a desperate attempt to stave off the weird Scandinavian man, and after a few seconds of careful consideration, Thor takes enough of a step back that the creature takes its leave.

Thor huffs his frustration at yet another futile attempt to uncloak his brother. He turns to the boy with an inquisitive glint.

"You knew my name," he suddenly realizes. "And you also knew of my trickster brother. Have we met before?"

Village

[minus1twin]

"Thor?"

Wanda's voice called out curiously as she cautiously approached the muscular hulk of thunder. She had been friends with the Thor that had been in the city before but memories were a tricky thing and she didn't know if this Thor realized that she had switched sides. She was older than he remembered, nearing her thirties with marks and scars that implied that several years had passed since he saw her last. Her hair hung down below her waist and curled in large waves while tinting red at its ends. At Wanda's side was a large Norwegian Hound who looked like he was using all of his energy not to run forward and pounce on Thor.

"What are you doing?" Everything clicked into place and Wanda stopped, keeping a several yard distance between her and Thor. "You were trying to use your powers." She supplied for him, her lips tilting into a frown. "Our powers have been taken from us. Steve too and the other Avengers who are here." Though Tong never really had powers, he just had his big brain which was still intact.

"Are you alright?"

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Thor whirls around on his heel at the call of his name. It takes a moment, but it doesn't take too long for him to remember her. In an instant, he remembers the village, her brother, his death, defeating Ultron. He can remember when they'd first encountered she and her brother, the hallucination (that ended up being a vision) she'd caused to blossom in his mind. The two of them felt impossible to defeat, even with all of the Avengers together. She'd proven herself a formidable foe and, then, an equally formidable ally.

But as he takes a step towards her, he takes her in as she stands before him now. She's just as beautiful as she had been then, but .. she's older. More weathered. There's a lingering sadness in her eyes that he can't place, though he imagines it began with the loss of her brother. Although Thor wished for Loki's demise many times throughout their centuries of life, he was still his brother; he'd never truly wish for him to be gone.

His gaze flickers to the hound, which he recognizes from the time of the Vikings. He can't help but grin at it - both for its eagerness (which matches his own) and also for the faint reminder of home. It was a different time then, when men and women worshipped Thor and the others. He bends down to one knee, allowing the dog to come to him should it want to and should Wanda allow.

"All of us have had our powers taken? My father took them from me once before and sent me to Midgard, but I'd at least deserved it then. I thought that perhaps .. he'd somehow .." But how could that be? He'd seen him turn to the Odinforce, ascend to Valhalla. No, there was something else at play here. "Is there any hope of getting them back?"