[ Thor feels like his whole life is in question. He has not remotely realized what he truly is, but the hints he has gotten in his memory, the flash he saw, that horrible scene, makes him worried about finding out. How many times does one wake up remembering the feeling of killing someone with an ax? Or so he assumes.
He remembers the feel of bringing Stormbringer down on the man, the being called Thanos, and splitting his chest as he felt anger and satisfaction run through him, a savage joy at the feeling of triumph. As soon as the flash had ended, Thor had thrown up.
Was he a psychopath? Was his other self a serial killer? The explanation form the Bureau had sent chills along him, and he still has a hard time believing it. He is dreaming/experiencing a new life? A life that is his? Somehow?
He shudders as he logs on to the Network and reads, mind conflicted with the ideas he feels. ]
[ Video - a scene opens up of Thor sitting, looking unsure, and waving at the camera ]
They said that there are others like me here, people who have visions of other lives. I am really hoping so, because right now, I feel like I am losing my mind.
I’m just a former football jock. I am not… whatever my dream self is.
Does anyone else’s dream self seem… insane?
***
✦Support Group
Thor is wary as he enters the room, and sighs, as he sees that yes, there are actually more people here, that yes, he is going to go through with this. God. He sets the brownies he had made on the table with the other food, and he settles down to a chair. He is wearing a hat and sunglasses, concealing his face some. He has been in commercials and in games and interviews., and he does not want fame right now. His life is a mess and he cannot deal with that, too.
The whole space makes him nervous, and a little weirded out, and he has never realized how cold such a room could get. As he gets a coffee, and looks around, he wonders if all of these people are like him and also finding new lives and new selves.
Listening to the meeting, he stays silent this first time, but he listens, and afterward, he finds himself still sitting, worried, confused, and not at all relieved that he is not alone. Well, mostly still not relieved.
***
✦Crimewave
When the bank robbery starts, Thor doesn’t even realize what is happening at first. He is aside, talking to a manager, setting up a new account, when the men come in and pull guns. He is so used to people having those fake-looking ones on set that, at first, he thinks that these are really good replicas and whoever is in props is good. When his brain catches up as a man pistol-whips a guard, Thor finds himself moving. As they shout its a robbery, he does not stop.
There are only two of them and they are close together still, and Thor does not stop to think what he is doing or why, as he drives forward a few steps turning into a midfield lunge, one that takes both men in teh side and back, slamming them into a wall and sending them, and Thor, onto the ground.
He rolls to one side and grabs one, lifting him from his knees and shouting. “Drop it.” The man stares at Thor, blinking, then at his gun, and screams, dropping the weapon, and Thor blinks back.
Thor Odinson [MCU]
[ Thor feels like his whole life is in question. He has not remotely realized what he truly is, but the hints he has gotten in his memory, the flash he saw, that horrible scene, makes him worried about finding out. How many times does one wake up remembering the feeling of killing someone with an ax? Or so he assumes.
He remembers the feel of bringing Stormbringer down on the man, the being called Thanos, and splitting his chest as he felt anger and satisfaction run through him, a savage joy at the feeling of triumph. As soon as the flash had ended, Thor had thrown up.
Was he a psychopath? Was his other self a serial killer? The explanation form the Bureau had sent chills along him, and he still has a hard time believing it. He is dreaming/experiencing a new life? A life that is his? Somehow?
He shudders as he logs on to the Network and reads, mind conflicted with the ideas he feels. ]
[ Video - a scene opens up of Thor sitting, looking unsure, and waving at the camera ]
They said that there are others like me here, people who have visions of other lives. I am really hoping so, because right now, I feel like I am losing my mind.
I’m just a former football jock. I am not… whatever my dream self is.
Does anyone else’s dream self seem… insane?
***
✦Support Group
Thor is wary as he enters the room, and sighs, as he sees that yes, there are actually more people here, that yes, he is going to go through with this. God. He sets the brownies he had made on the table with the other food, and he settles down to a chair. He is wearing a hat and sunglasses, concealing his face some. He has been in commercials and in games and interviews., and he does not want fame right now. His life is a mess and he cannot deal with that, too.
The whole space makes him nervous, and a little weirded out, and he has never realized how cold such a room could get. As he gets a coffee, and looks around, he wonders if all of these people are like him and also finding new lives and new selves.
Listening to the meeting, he stays silent this first time, but he listens, and afterward, he finds himself still sitting, worried, confused, and not at all relieved that he is not alone. Well, mostly still not relieved.
***
✦Crimewave
When the bank robbery starts, Thor doesn’t even realize what is happening at first. He is aside, talking to a manager, setting up a new account, when the men come in and pull guns. He is so used to people having those fake-looking ones on set that, at first, he thinks that these are really good replicas and whoever is in props is good. When his brain catches up as a man pistol-whips a guard, Thor finds himself moving. As they shout its a robbery, he does not stop.
There are only two of them and they are close together still, and Thor does not stop to think what he is doing or why, as he drives forward a few steps turning into a midfield lunge, one that takes both men in teh side and back, slamming them into a wall and sending them, and Thor, onto the ground.
He rolls to one side and grabs one, lifting him from his knees and shouting. “Drop it.” The man stares at Thor, blinking, then at his gun, and screams, dropping the weapon, and Thor blinks back.
“What is going on? Why am I holding a gun?”
“What?”
What the heck is going on?
***