Sixth Iteration

WHO: Thor Odinson, Annie Walker
WHERE: #54 The Marchelle
WHEN: 16 January
OPEN TO: Annie Walker
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed

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The sky seemed bright as day now, even when Thor knew it must be night and he wondered how, exactly, such a thing was occurring. He had seen what men called the Northern Lights before on many occasions and while this was no shocking thing, the brightness of them and the sudden appearance of them in their village was shocking. What had brought them on? Were their captors toying with them yet again? As days went on, Thor was less and less convinced that his brother was behind such a trick and that someone else held them here. Something else was behind this, that was evident.

Still, he had little desire to think of that now. It was near to supper time and it was still bright as noon, the play of pinks and blues and greens across the sky a beautiful thing to behold. It had become commonplace over the last few weeks but it still caught his eye, still arrested him and caused him to stop what he was doing and simply watch for a while and it was in one of these moments that he decided to go back into the house he shared with Annie and called for her, wanting to share the moment with her.

"Annie, come look! The lights are bright tonight. You cannot even see the stars any longer."

WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Inn, village roads, his bungalow
WHEN: 2nd December
OPEN TO: all
WARNINGS: none at this time
STATUS: CLOSED TO NEW THREADS

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When Thor awoke, he was not cold. This, of course, was a new development considering that winter had fallen upon their village several weeks ago and had not let up for some time. There had been snowfall for most days and even though it had cleared the day of the feast, it had come right back. He had grown used to the idea that this was a place where it snowed, quite a lot, and they were in for a long, dark winter.

So why, precisely, was it unbearably warm? He kicked off his blankets and padded out onto the porch of his house wearing nothing but the too-short scrub bottoms that he had been gifted upon his first arrival to this strange place. It should have been cold enough to make his skin break out in goosebumps and yet, instead, it was not. When flakes of snow hit his skin, they hissed and melted almost immediately.

"What strange trick is this?" he asked, holding out his hand to examine it? As he did so, flickers of flame extended from the tips of his fingers and he blew on them quickly, trying to extinguish the fire. "Madness," he muttered. "It is clearly madness."

He went back into the house and dressed, intending to head to the Inn for breakfast and for the chance to speak with others. Was he the only one who had suddenly woken up like this or were there others? Were others experiencing fire coming off their fingers and steam off their heads; were others so hot that even a blanket was too much in the cold of winter?

"Tell me the meaning of this," he demanded, stepping into the Inn and opening the palm of his hand, revealing a ball of flame. "Why do I have fire? Does anyone else have fire? Has someone seen my brother here?"

If Loki were involved, there was no telling what all of this meant for the village. No telling at all.