Thor is still trying to settle himself into the village with this terribly fragile and all around ridiculous mortal body he has the displeasure of inhabiting. He's still stronger than the average man, he figures, but that's little consolation when he used to be able to conjure thunder and lightning without a second thought. He's sat himself by the riverside, baseball cap and peacoat having been scrounged from his backpack and now doing their bit to help protect him from the cold, a ridiculous concept in itself. He's never had to think about the temperature outside before.
He's mumbling little things to himself, mostly made up scenarios that involve: 1. Defeating Hela as soon as she showed up in Norway; 2. Having Mjolnir back and using it to escape; 3. Gleefully finding himself in a pit of snakes, though he realizes now they'd have to be non-venemous since he's mortal now; 4. other Avengers-esque adventures. He's even fashioned himself a tiny clay Mjolnir with some effort, though it doesn't really stay put together too long before crumbling back into nothing.
At the sound of nearby rummaging, he lifts his head and turns towards the sound. He's given up on finding his brother hidden amongst the wildlife, so he doesn't think much of whomever might be picking through the nearby cabin. When he catches sight of the red scrubs, it still doesn't quite register - it's only when he sees her face that he immediately hops to his feet, grinning from ear to ear, and jumps up and down where he is, arms waving wildly overhead.
"HEY! HEYYYY!" he shouts, unable to contain his excitement. He begins to trot over, remembers he's left his backpack and goes back to get it, then resumes his beeline for her. "You look so different without your armor," he notes with giggling amusement. "When did you arrive? How long have you been here? Have you seen Banner yet?"
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He's mumbling little things to himself, mostly made up scenarios that involve: 1. Defeating Hela as soon as she showed up in Norway; 2. Having Mjolnir back and using it to escape; 3. Gleefully finding himself in a pit of snakes, though he realizes now they'd have to be non-venemous since he's mortal now; 4. other Avengers-esque adventures. He's even fashioned himself a tiny clay Mjolnir with some effort, though it doesn't really stay put together too long before crumbling back into nothing.
At the sound of nearby rummaging, he lifts his head and turns towards the sound. He's given up on finding his brother hidden amongst the wildlife, so he doesn't think much of whomever might be picking through the nearby cabin. When he catches sight of the red scrubs, it still doesn't quite register - it's only when he sees her face that he immediately hops to his feet, grinning from ear to ear, and jumps up and down where he is, arms waving wildly overhead.
"HEY! HEYYYY!" he shouts, unable to contain his excitement. He begins to trot over, remembers he's left his backpack and goes back to get it, then resumes his beeline for her. "You look so different without your armor," he notes with giggling amusement. "When did you arrive? How long have you been here? Have you seen Banner yet?"