[ thor is on a spaceship headed to midgard, and then he is not. he wakes to an unknown city, unaware of having fallen asleep or being knocked out and unsure of how he's gotten here.
quezon city, a sign reads. thor recognises the style of the houses and some of the signs as midgardian, but everything is empty, abandoned, crumbling. what happened here? where were the avengers when it happened? he has no time to seek out anyone to ask and perhaps all the time in the world would not have been useful in that endeavour for how little signs of life there are (namely: none).
everything goes dark again and then the world is copper and red and someone is attacking him. the rumble of thunder precedes thor striking at the figure, lightning crackling between his fingers but contained. ] Who are you? [ he demands, and ] We needn't fight.
[ there is no response, only attack after attack and after blocking and evading some hits, thor has enough. lightning crackles again -- and then the figure is dust and disintegrating and thor is left to wonder if it was a hallucination.
no hallucination or vision would make his shoulder hurt where their knife caught him, even if said knife is gone now as well. and so, when thor spots another individual out in the dust, he is wary -- until they, too, are being attacked. ]
Do you need help? [ he shouts over the sound of the storm, loudly. ]
the sight of lightning
[ thor has claimed a room in house 1 for himself and spends some time greeting its inhabitants before venturing out. there is red dust everywhere outside and he doesn't bother to dust himself off, knowing that he would only be covered in it all too quickly while still wandering around.
and then night falls and thor finds that he isn't interested in the four walls of the room he has claimed. he doesn't know what has happened to his people, to the ship, to the rest of midgard. there are some familiar faces, at least, and he finds himself seeking out their companionship -- and companionship in general, glad to stop and speak to anyone who crosses his path.
though speaking is, of course, an euphemism. he doesn't much enjoy pressing small buttons on a small device to communicate, but he finds his desire for companionship far outweighs his desire to smash the device, or the inconvenience of it. he'll need to learn sign language soon. he just needs -- something. he's not quite sure what will soothe the itch under his skin, the need he feels. he searches for it -- amongst those he knows, amongst those he shares a house with, in the city square. anyone he meets will be greeted with a wave. a smile that is a little sheepish, hopeful (and perhaps not entirely happy or carefree), a mouthed "hello".
he is tall, his jumpsuit ripped at the shoulder, one eye missing and nothing to hide the width of his shoulders or his biceps. despite that, there is little intimidating about his posture now. ]
[ ooc: both prompts are open to all -- but if we haven't plotted anything regarding prompt two and you'd like a shippy thing with thor, please hit me up oocly first! one-sided crushes on him or a mutual need for platonic companionship are a+ always tho!! ]
thor | mcu
the sight of lightning
[ ooc: both prompts are open to all -- but if we haven't plotted anything regarding prompt two and you'd like a shippy thing with thor, please hit me up oocly first! one-sided crushes on him or a mutual need for platonic companionship are a+ always tho!! ]