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Natalia was used to people touching her wings without asking — so she doesn’t blink twice at it since the man seems nice. She expected it with that impression on his face. She doesn’t meet many people with feathered wings like her — and often if she did they came in variety of colors. She did love the white wings though. “Well thank you. They’re beautiful, and I try to take good care of them. My mother hates them, but I’m proud. You haven’t seen them in a while you say? Why does it make me lucky exactly? I’m intrigued.”

isaak moved his hand away, realizing in the moment that he probably wouldn’t like to be touched without permission if it was him in her position. crossing his arms over his chest, they walked back around to face natalia. “ well, there’s an old saying that only people of the purest of hearts are gifted white wings and that’s why in all of the universes mythology, the angels, winged deities and gods are depicted with wings as white as snow. “

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“ hm - ? “ isaak was sitting on a bench nearby, scrolling through this rectangle he’d snatched from a kid a couple hours ago - some midgardian ‘cell-phone.’ “ you’re doing very good on your own, you’re so strong, raynor, stronger than me, your much weaker sibling. “ he feigned being tired, laying himself out onto the bench dramatically, as if he was so weakened, he couldn’t do anything but lay in that position. 

“Are you planning on helping?” Raynor picked up debris as he raised an eyebrow at Isaak. It was moments like this when he wished he was on an only child. “Put that Asgardian strength to use, for once.”

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“You can trust me. It would not leave this room, nephew.” Thor admits happily, but also glad to know he wasn’t the only one out of their family who doesn’t understand the Midgardians and their technology. “I will not force you to talk, we can go get coffee instead.”

“ that i still don’t believe but i don’t blame you on that part. “ knowing that his father was a master of illusions and tricks, so this large blonde known as his uncle could easily be a ruse or he was just being paranoid. “ do you know me but at all, uncle? coffee? i haven’t had coffee since the second world war of midgard and i don’t plan on having that ever again. “

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The woman nods, standing up from where she was sitting. Her large, white feathered wings unfold from where they had been hiding behind her back. They expand into the room enough without breaking anything to show them to the other. “I do — came in when I was twelve.”

isaak immediately stood as she did, quickly moving to the wings as they unfolded behind the girl. midgard always loved to surprise him with new things whenever he came back, the new mutant he’s encountered were definitely one of them. “ oh wow. “ he smiled as he ran a hand threw the soft white feathers of one of the wings without asking permission. “ i haven’t seen white wings a very long time, you are quite lucky, dear. “ 

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“It’s the same garbage I used to put in my body, do not act like I do not know or understand.” Raynor raised an eyebrow at him. “I would, but you would come back as a ghost and irritate me forever.” He teased, but got serious once more as he spoke about Halvor. “I just…I do not know, Hela does not just cut deals like that without something as a catch. It’s naive for me to believe that everything will be fine, I know. Losing him nearly killed me, I do not want to think about anything happening to him again.”

“ i’m not acting, you simply do not understand unless you’ve developed telepathy, brother? “ isaak replied before rolling their eyes at raynor, even though they definitely came off as a bit more serious than him, they were definitely almost as sassy as he was. “ who’s to say that i can’t just do that living also. “ they teased before before shaking their head. “ raynor, something we both know very well is that the dead aren’t supposed to come back. i hope there is no catch but i very well doubt it, knowing amora and hela. i am though, happy that you have halvor back not many people can deal with you. “ 

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Jessica snorted, “I could have told you that.” But it was amusing to think that even in one hundred years of life, knitting remained the worst pasttime. Then it hit her; one hundred years. “You’re not…you’re���” Old, she’d wanted to say. Like super old. “Sorry, I thought you were a kid,” Jessica blinked, shaking her head. “I have no idea what Forknight is either, really. I thought you would.” She sighed, “that—Geez, you really aren’t a kid, huh? What’s the deal? Alien? Mutate?”

isaak waited for the realization to come across her face, his lips perking upwards into a smirk as he saw it finally hit her. god he’d never find that old, not as long as he looked so young for his age. “ - not old? i wouldn’t call myself old. “ which was true, he was fairly young for an asgardian, considering odin lived for centuries. “ you wouldn’t be the first to make that mistake. “ they waved a hand at her before running his fingers through his curly black hair. “ asgardian, my dear. “ 

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Raya watched as the ball of yarn untangled itself, it was a neat trick at least, far more suave than just tearing it apart as she would have done. “Yeah, well, humans are pretty notorious for the most stressful stress relievers.” She chuckled faintly. “Whoever thought arming the stressed out people of earth with two giant, pointy needles and heavy duty yarn – was clearly a madman.” The kryptonian added, glad that she’d found her own thing before even landing on earth lest she’d have had to go through that list. “Though if you’re actually a pacifist like you say, i’m not really sure what your options are; d’you like running?” 

isaak took in a deep breath as the yarn detangled itself and lay on the floor, he tried not to use his sorcery too often on midgard, not wanting to grab too much attention but sometimes he just didn’t care. “ i have learned as such.. no wonder they’re all so angry. “ they shook their head before letting out a chuckle. “ a very smart madman if i might say so myself - hiding weapons under the guise of being a stress reliever is a very intelligent idea. “ he pointed a finger at the blonde before raising a brow at her. “ do i look like i want to run? for fun ? “ 

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“No psycho-babble here, just brother talking. Either talking or exercise is better than all the garbage you put in your body, that doesn’t help anything you know.” He would know, he had tried it. He occasionally still does when it all gets too much. “I don’t know, I don’t. Amora bargained with Hela, that is all I know. He is the same, I feared the same. I do worry, though. That there was some catch that neither of us know yet, it is just how both Amora and Hela work.”

“ garbage? i do not put garbage in my body, i have no clue what you speak of. “ isaak dramatically shook his head as he looked over at his brother, obviously they both knew that was a lie but was he going to keep going on with the lie, yes, yes he was. “ so my only options are talking or exercise ? kill me now. “ they scrunched up their nose before becoming a bit more serious for a moment. “ i have heard many stories, raynor... you better keep your eye on him. as much as i do like halvor and how he deals with all of this - “ isaak gestured up and down raynors body. “ - but i’d rather not see him turn into something.. hell-ish. “ 

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Thor was still adjusting to the device, constantly breaking them accidentally. He keeps it in his pocket. “I do not know how that is relaxing. I do not understand midgardians really — their technology is so confusing.” He just sounds old at that point, but doesn’t care everyone knows that. “Try me, why wouldn’t I want to hear it ?”

a lot of things had changed since the 70′s on midgard, everything had become stranger, more backwards than even more. he was still getting used to it. “ i definitely agree with you on that, uncle. “ he replied with a nod. “ ooh no, i am not telling you anything - how am i to trust you to not just relay this all to my father. “ 

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“Your brother who happens to be a therapist? I do not get paid for nothing.No, some kind of exercise. It is good for you.” Raynor teased, but he did want Isaak to talk to him more. He always worried, he lost so many people in his life that he couldn’t lose Isaak too. “That is an upgrade, at least. I am, I enjoy it here. Halvor is even here, his mother bargained with our sister to bring him back.”

“ don’t try to trick me with your psycho-babble, brother. “ isaak pointed a needle at raynor before letting out a tired sigh. “ do i look like i want to do exercise, that is good for me? “ he rolled his eyes before furrowing his brow at the next statement of reanimation. “ how is that possible? is he not.. different? people aren’t supposed to come back from the dead, raynor. “ 

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Natalia has a short temper, but that was fairly obvious — and not surprising since Logan was her father. “Some find it relaxing, but I don’t get it. I don’t have the patience for such things.” She admits with a laugh of her own. “I’d rather fly or punch something.

“ apparently neither do i it appears. “ isaak chuckled out as they shook their hands free from the yarn mess they’d created. “ my outlet has been deemed too ‘self-destructive, hence why i am trying this.. midgardian technique. “ he grimaced at the needles before shrugging. “ so you fly ? may i ask if you have wings? i do love a good pair of wings on a person. “ 

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God this school was weird. One minute you’d be watching humans beat the crap out of each other for extra credit, and the next – you’d find a guy lying on a couch tangled in string. Raya liked it here regardless, but sometimes it took leaving for a couple of weeks to realise how bizarre it actually was. “Why the hell are you doing it then?” She questioned with a faint smirk. “Knitting’s the absolute worst, I wouldn’t trust anyone that finds it remotely relaxing anyway.” 

the asgardian sat up in his seat, his hands glowing green for a moment so the string would magically remove itself from it’s tangled state. he could of just untangled it like a normal person but that would of taken more life and effort, which he’d used all up making the mess to begin with. “ midgardian stress relief i was told. “ he shrugged as he shook his hands out and crossed his arms over his chest. “ i find that statement very accurate. “ isaak chuckled, pointing a finger at the blonde. 

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Raynor was on his way to tell his brother the good news of his engagement, until he found him ready to fight string. He raised an eyebrow at him as he sat down across from him. “Alright, god of pacifism, most people talk, do yoga or buy essential oils to relax. Is everything okay?”

isaak looked up to see his brother standing over him, their eyes matching in color and looks as they both got them from their father. “ talk? who would i talk to ? though; what is this yoga you speak of? is it a drink? “ he raised a brow as he stayed in his laying position. “ i am fine, raynor - just trying to stay out of trouble. having fun working on midgard? “ 

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Jessica stared at him, the last thing she expected was to see anyone under fifty trying to knit. “You’ve picked the weirdest time to get into knitting,” Jessica stated, slamming down the pile of textbooks she’d been lugging around. “I’d offer help, but I have no idea what to do either,” a brow quirked upward, “and here I thought all the kids wanted to spend their free-time playing Forknight or whatever. Good on you, kid.” She paused, “but you could just quit before you do actually stab someone.”

“ i’ve lived over hundred years and i’ve concluded, knitting is one of the worst things i’ve ever endured. “ isaak threw the needles over the side of the couch as the other woman threw her textbooks down and looked up at the woman. it felt a bit flattered, she obviously thought he was much younger than he appeared but that was the case with all asgardians, they fooled the eye with their slow aging. “ sorry, dear - i have no clue what this forknight you speak of is. “ isaak shook his head before sitting up. “ trust me, i’ve seen enough death to not want to cause it. “ 

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        a **cautious **eye sent over from the other side of the lounge,   not really the other side,  but just two sofa’s away.      sure,   at first it had been amusing to watch the guy struggle like a cat attacking the ball of yarn,   but then it just became **disconcerting.       ‘ ** yeah —_good _thing,    but uh – i **do **think that most people say knitting is supposed to do the _opposite _of create murderous tensions – - you _alright _ **? ‘ **

isaak quickly sat up in his head, his head feeling a bit light from the head-rush. “ that’s not normal? “ they raised a brow at the other person before chuckling. “ you’ve surely never seen a sword get thrown into a wall or bolt get thrown by your head? you’ve lived a boring life. “