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There was a bit of confusion then.

Why was he not worthy?

She didn’t…

“I don’t… I’m afraid I don’t understand?” she knew from the reports that no one had been able to lift it. She still wondered how the hell it had been relocated from New Mexico in that case, but she knew Fury had, or did have rather various resources at his disposal to do interesting things. She didn’t ask, because with some of it the less known the better in her opinion.

She was still trying to digest aliens, men in metal suits and gods.

And most of all she was trying to digest other, personal matters she’d rather not think about, that she sported a brand new scar thanks to.

“It’s safe.” She knew that without question. “It’s in a location that was off the books.” That was because of who it belonged to. Which she was for now leaving out, it wasn’t exactly relevant.

“But right now, you are not.”

Thor gave her a faint, half-hearted smile. “That information was not in my file?” he asked, somewhat sarcastically. He had no idea what was in SHIELD’s files. He hadn’t really told them much, but they had inferred enough to consider him an asset rather than a threat. An asset that had required constant surveillance though, apparently. 

“If I was able to lift the hammer, I would not need your help, nor anyone else’s,” he pointed out, flexing his hammer throwing hand unconsciously. He let out a long sigh, looking around the room. It could not compare to Asgard of course, but over the last few years, it had become his home. Now it seems he would have to start all over yet again.

“Where do you propose I go then?”

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“Loki, don’t cry, it was just a bad dream. You can take my blanket, it will protect you when you’re afraid and I can’t be here with you. Nothing will hurt you little brother, I promise…”

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He had known riding in this metal death trap was a terrible idea. They moved too fast and were too loud. Midgardians were always crashing into each other and into other things, the metal body of the car crushing them. And it was complicated--far more complicated than learning how to drive his chariot with Toothgnasher and Toothgrinder at the helm. Cars had too many buttons and levers and paddles; too many things to remember and too many things to go wrong.

But yet, cars were the fastest way to get around Midgard when one was unable to fly as they usually did. Midgard didn’t have a Bifrost of it’s own. If he wanted to travel somewhere outside of the small town he now called home, he didn’t have a choice other than to take a car. And as once he’d had the whole universe at his fingertips, he couldn’t be content with one small town in New Mexico. He needed to get out there and see what Midgard had to offer, so he had to learn how to drive.  This car hadn’t been the best on the lot, but it had been the best that he could afford to buy right then. He didn’t quite understand how loans or credit worked; it was just easier to pay for something outright. So he’d bought the car that he could afford, and on his next day off, he tried driving it to the next city, Santa Fe.  He wouldn’t make it to Santa Fe, however. Not far from Puente Antiguo, but far enough that he couldn’t just simply walk back to town, the car started to make horrible sputtering noises. It started bucking and Thor just barely had time to pull to the side of the road before smoke started coming out from under the hood. Bewildered, he got out of the car and rounded to the front, staring at it in disbelief. They could spontaneously catch fire as well?  He hesitated a moment, then returned to release the hood so he could open it and prop it up. The smoke seemed to be just steam, and there was no flames that he could see coming from the engine. It didn’t appear to be on fire. That was a plus. He still didn’t know what to do though. Bending over the engine, he didn’t notice the other vehicle go by. He wasn’t even really aware when the man approached him until he spoke. Thor turned to look at him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Yes, I think I do,” he said, his tone a bit frustrated. “I do not know what is wrong.”

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Sometimes he gets in his truck and drives. No destination in mind. No plan. No purpose. Sometimes he’s gone for weeks, sometimes for months. He doesn’t know it but it’s built into his DNA. The need to just take to the road and wander. Go where circumstances take him. And this time around they see him nearly across the country from where he started. Dead smack in the middle of east bumble nowhere, New Mexico.

He doesn’t mind it. Not really knowing where he is. That’s half the point of trips like this. Finding places new to one’s self. Seeing what’s too be had, grabbing a job for a week or two and then moving on. Little towns are generally the best finds and he’s just a few miles outside one, when he notices the vehicle pulled over on the shoulder.

A cloud rising out of the open hood. Heat waves in the air distorting the form hunched over it. Back to the highway. And the itch to stop doesn’t really hit him until after he’s passed them by. The conscience his mother had given him, tugging at the collar of his shirt, like she used to when he’d forgotten something in his hurry to get out the door.

          “Damn it.”

It’s breathed, amid his eyes finding the ceiling. The wheel of his truck rotated just enough to work his way onto the shoulder. Throwing it into park and switching off the engine. Another second and he’s climbing out. Shuffling back towards the the guy that’s having engine trouble in probably one of the worst places to have engine trouble. It’s gotta be at least a hundred and two by the feel of the air on his skin.

Bastian stops a respectful distance away, hands shoved into the pockets of over worn jeans. The drawl in his voice lazy, and not at all reflective of where he comes from.

           “Ya need help?”

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“But would we be able to last the whole adventure with that voice?” Thor’s grin was huge. “I think we would not last a whole day, nay, not an hour!”

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“At first I thought he was joking, perhaps to see if we would laugh.” He shook his head. “We really should make him Court Jester for his voice.” Which was mean, yes, but it made him laugh.

“It is rather hard to keep a straight face around him,” Thor agreed, letting out a big laugh, straight from his belly.

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✘ = hugging them .

No matter how old he was, when Frigga opened her arms for an embrace, Thor would without a moment’s hesitation go to her and let her fold her arms around him. He may have been twice her size, but she was his mother, and nothing mattered more to him than her. 

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“At first I thought he was joking, perhaps to see if we would laugh.” He shook his head. “We really should make him Court Jester for his voice.” Which was mean, yes, but it made him laugh.

“It is rather hard to keep a straight face around him,” Thor agreed, letting out a big laugh, straight from his belly.

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“Oh, Gods.” Loki snickered, lying back down. “See, now that’s all I can picture!”

“He was a good soldier. His voice was very unfortunate,” Thor grinned back down at his brother.

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Thor snickered himself. "Do you not remember that guard at the castle with the humorous voice? I was basing it upon him."

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“Yes, I do, otherwise what is the point of reading aloud?”

Loki sat up, trying not to smirk. “It’s just that when you read a story about war, it is difficult to immerse yourself in the story if one of the commanders sound like that frog puppet on Midgard. Hermit, or something.”

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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Thor gave her a funny look, scoffing at the very idea of him retrieving the hammer. He couldn’t retrieve it. He couldn’t even lift it! If he could, he wouldn’t even need to go to the hammer, it would just return to his hand as it always did. It’s location wouldn’t be an issue. 

“I...” He swallowed hard and shook his head, looking away from her again, clearly ashamed by his own weaknesses. This whole situation was just a reminder of how worthless he really was. “I cannot wield it. There is no point to go.” He cleared his throat, running his fingers through his tousled blonde hair. “Just tell me it is safe. That it will remain safe where it is.”

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“At the expense of others’ safety?” Thor crossed the room to the window. He leaned an arm against it, looking out into the street. He knew in his heart that Natalia had only done what she had thought was right. He had made many foolish mistakes himself for what he believed was right. One such mistake had been the cause of his exile after all. 

But he had learned from that, hadn’t he? He had been hot-tempered and brash, nothing more than a foolish boy who had thought conflicts would be best solved by using fists and weapons instead of words. He had been wrong, and it had nearly cost Asgard dearly. Serious decisions were not to be made lightly or rashly. He knew that now. But Natalia… She had never seemed the type to let anger or fear cloud her judgement. She was always so calm and collected, far more even-keeled than he would ever be. Perhaps she was right, and it had been the only choice. He frowned at his reflection, brows knitted together tightly. 

“How can you keep me safe? You are but one woman. We both know what SHIELD was capable of, and that there are far worse organizations out there than SHIELD. I was given a home and a job, because SHIELD considered me to be an asset–but what if they had deemed me a threat instead? What would they have done to me then? What might these other organizations try to do, now that they know who I am? I may be powerless, but I still have my strength, even without… They still have…” his voice trailed off, and his eyes went wide as he spun back around to face her. 

“The hammer. Natalia, where is my hammer?”

She could talk on and on about sacrifices and the cost of them, they both could really, but it was beside the point. Talking wouldn’t change anything. What was done, was done. There was no going back and now the way forward had to be figured out, discovered… even if she didn’t like the idea of uncertainty. In truth her life felt a little aimless now, but coming here to him she felt she could find purpose. She could not feel like everything was falling apart.

“Right now things are… unsettled. I have a feeling they’re going to be for a while.” Or at least she hoped. “So taking you elsewhere, off the grid will be easier now than later.”

The hammer.

She had almost forgotten about the hammer.

Where it was had been a mystery, even she hadn’t had the clearance. But now that wasn’t an issue. She could find it, he could have it back. Only she wondered if he would actually be able to. Didn’t he have to be worthy?

“You can have it back. We can go get it.” It was brazen, it was reckless and stupid. But it wasn’t impossible, though she felt a lot of it depended upon him.

It was strange to have him still calling her Natalia. It was a name she hadn’t heard in a very long time, in a way she wasn’t sure if Natalia existed anymore except for him and even then it wasn’t the same. In truth Natalia was still in Russia, left behind like a snake skin. And yet it was all she had left in a way now, and so was he.

“It’s in a facility in upstate New York. Fury had asked someone on the private end of things to keep a hold of it, wisely it seems.”

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