Thor had arrived in Storybrooke some time ago, and truth be told, he found the place quite pleasing. He had first been notified of it's existence as a large storm of interesting property blew it's way through the small town. Curious, he had decided to investigate. What he found was a charming town, the existence of magic in Midgard, and a woman named Emma Swan.
"Might I offer a hand, Emma?" he offered, smiling pleasantly. The storm had left some damage in it's wake and it was the least that he could do to try and help. After all, it wouldn't be the first time now that he's been on clean-up duty.
Truth be told, he rather liked it here. There was something slightly familiar about Storybrooke. Perhaps it was that sense of magic in the air, or the way it's denizens were not of this place. He did not feel quite as foreign.
"I... Can imagine so," he said simply. He couldn't exactly place himself in their shoes, but what he had heard of others' stories, he had to sympathize. He wondered what it would have been like if he had forgotten all of Loki's misdeeds, only to have it all come rushing back at a later date. Overwhelming had to be an understatement.
"I like the stories," he said quietly, smiling. Henry had been sure to give him a good education regarding the people about town. The boy was seemingly shocked that Thor had never heard of Snow White or Cinderella or Pinocchio. It was a whole new world for him. "And I can only hope to help ensure a happy ending, I think."
"A happy ending, right," Emma agreed, not bothering to hide her disbelief that such a thing was possible. She walked in silence for a few moments, nodding to the few people who were still out and about, and trying to force any lingering idea of true, permanent happiness out of her head. What were the chances, anyway? In her mind, a happy ending wasn't what had existed in their other realm, she couldn't imagine it becoming a reality in this one.
"You've been talking to Henry." She smiled at the thought, knowing how quick her son was to approach Thor every time he was around. He had a way around kids that seemed to put them at ease. "I know this because Henry has been talking to me about you."
Perhaps 'happily ever after' was indeed an illusive goal. Thor himself couldn't speak for it's validity. He was immortal, he didn't get an ending. There was only the vast expanse of 'more.' Nevertheless, he felt it a necessary pursuit. Maybe more for the sake of the journey, rather than the end.
He grinned at the mention of Henry. The eager boy certainly had charmed him. He would reason that Henry probably harmed many of those with whom he crossed paths. There was a light on in the boy that seemed to inspire hope in others. His optimism was infectious. "He has? And what, pray tell, has he told you? We have traded many stories."
She laughed at Thor's question, not knowing where to start. Now that everyone's memories had been restored, Henry was able to talk to friends and family members whose tales he had been reading about for years. He seemed to enjoy that, but Thor represented something new - a different type of hero. She could tell that he looked up to him as much as he did to her father, or to August.
"Let's see," she teased, pretending to be in deep concentration as she thought of a few things to share with him. "God of thunder, great warrior, carries a - a hammer, and it has a name, but I'm going to butcher it," she laughed, her tone become lighter as she thought of Henry. "He said you make him happy that he's an only child."
He smiled as she spoke, listing off facts that he and Henry had discussed more than a few times. The boy had wanted to know where Mjolnir had come from, how long it had taken him to become such a great warrior, the many foes that Thor had battled in his time. Henry had been so full of questions and Thor was more than happy to indulge him. It was only when their conversations had turned to Loki that Thor had felt the need to omit a few details. There still some moments that Thor wished to hold onto for himself.
He hadn't lied, though. He had told Henry enough for the boy to get a idea of what had transpired. He was sure that Henry could tell there was so much more, however. Thor had never been skilled at hiding his emotions.
"Surely not all tales of sibling rivalry are as tragic as mine," he replied simply. He met Emma's eyes, searching them. "My brother was... Is a particular case. I can but simply hope he will find solace."
"Family is complicated, I know." Her features softened as she met his gaze, thinking of her resentment toward her parents, and Henry's confusion whenever he tried to talk about Regina. What Henry had shared with her about Thor's brother was enough for her to understand that he struggled with it the way anyone else would. For someone who had faced so much, his feelings probably weren't that far off from what Henry was going through now
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Thor held Emma's gaze, watched as her face softened. He hadn't expected her to share her experiences, to let him in right now, but he was grateful. Again, she was showing him that he wasn't alone. It was clear that they both had made decisions that they regretted. Thor himself had spent many nights going over what ifs. He knew the torment that they brought
( ... )
"Perhaps you are," she echoed, noticing the way that he looked to the sky. He'd done that a few times in her presence, and it made her wonder if he was thinking of home. Emma reached out when she saw him smile, resting her hand against his arm for the briefest of moments before she slipped her hand back into her pocket to pull out her key. She knew she had a tendency to keep her feelings close to the vest, but she was beginning to feel that she could trust him.
"Henry may not be on your scale yet, but he's my hero," Emma agreed proudly, leading him up to the door when they approached her building. She didn't expect Granny to bring Henry home for another hour, but she had no doubt that he would be happy to see Thor when he came in. "I think he feels cheated, he's the only one who isn't in the storybook."
Thor smiled a little wider as she led him, feeling a small rush at the brief contact her hand had bestowed upon him. There was something about her that continued to draw him nearer, that piqued his curiosity in the most intriguing ways. He was unsure yet what to do with it.
"I believe he is on the right path," he replied. He peered up at the building. It was not his first time seeing it, of course, and he knew that it was hers. He had only been inside a few times before, however, and never for long. "I can understand why he may feel left out, but perhaps it only means all the more opportunity for himself. He is not bound to what legends tell him he should be."
"So, you're an optimist," Emma teased, walking with him down the small hallway to her apartment, where she opened the door and quickly stepped aside to let him in. With her parents working on their marriage, Snow had moved out and Henry had moved in. It has a bit more disorganized than it had been before the curse, but Emma wasn't going to be shy about that. If she was lucky, he'd think it was just how people were in this world.
"You have a way of looking at things..." She found herself holding back a laugh at how out of place he looked in the apartment, all strength and size among Snow's flower arrangements and earthy decorations. "I could probably learn a thing or two about that." On her own, Emma tended to be more negative, but Henry was already changing that just by being with her.
Thor stepped into the apartment and glanced around, trying to see where he fit in this place. He was still mostly unfamiliar with how houses were here in Midgard. Stark Tower was rather atypical to the average home, and as was Jane's lab in New Mexico. Truthfully, most of this was completely new to him, but he tried not to stare too much. In any case, he liked it here. He liked to see where Emma spent her time.
He turned his gaze back to the woman once again as she spoke, his smile growing as he saw her own amusement. He couldn't tell what was funny, but he like her smile.
"I am not sure there is much to learn," he told her. He had never attributed his optimism to anything but simply knowing that there was hope in all things. If there was no hope, there was no point. Thor had always found that there was always light to grasp onto, regardless of how bleak the outlook became. "Except... Perhaps it simply takes time. It is not terribly hard to find the bright spots in life."
Before her time in Storybrooke, Emma would have argued that it wasn't always easy to find the bright spots in life. Her old job and her old life made it so that she wasn't always surrounded by hope and helpful strangers. Still, Emma had always believed in good people, and had always believed that they were meant to triumph in challenging situations. She tried to push down that line of thinking as she tore through the cabinets, taking out vanilla, cocoa powder, salt, and sugar. It was a familiar routine now, and she found herself glancing back to Thor before she pulled additional ingredients out of the refrigerator and set everything down on the counter
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Thor sat at the bar, watching as she gathered all that was needed. The process fascinated him, as he didn't really cook. He was much more interested in what she was saying, however. He had never heard of this concept of a 'foster system,' and he had to admit it all sounded rather unjust. Was this really how she had grown up? It must have been so very different from his own happy childhood. It didn't seem fair. Didn't anyone care? Perhaps he would look into this.
His brows furrowed slightly, allowing her to change the subject. He didn't want to press the matter, though he was certainly interested in hearing more of her life. Later, perhaps.
"Cinnamon? I'm not sure I've had it with cinnamon," he told her. He offered her a small smile. "And... Yes, whipped cream would be lovely."
"Try mine first, we'll see if you like it and add it in," Emma suggested, sorting through the spice rack until she found the cinnamon. She stayed by the stove as she measured everything out, able to recall Snow's instructions perfectly by now. Henry liked his hot chocolate with cookies, and she wasn't ashamed to admit that she was going to want one as soon as she was finished heating the hot chocolate. Sweets were always a welcome treat at the end of a long day, whether she was supposed to give her kid that much sugar or not.
"So here's a question," she prompted, keeping her eyes on the pot at first to try to seem casual about it. "How long do you plan on staying in town?" She knew that he couldn't stick around forever, and that he would be needed elsewhere. The problem was that Emma was getting used to having him around, and Henry was getting used to having him around. She wanted to make sure that they were both ready for anything, and that was hard to do when he was turning out to be such good company.
Thor nodded in response, agreeing it was a good idea. The addition of cinnamon intrigued him, and he had grown eager to try the many combinations of spices and flavors that Midgard had to offer. If Emma liked it, he had reason to believe he would enjoy it as well. They would have to find out
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Thor had arrived in Storybrooke some time ago, and truth be told, he found the place quite pleasing. He had first been notified of it's existence as a large storm of interesting property blew it's way through the small town. Curious, he had decided to investigate. What he found was a charming town, the existence of magic in Midgard, and a woman named Emma Swan.
"Might I offer a hand, Emma?" he offered, smiling pleasantly. The storm had left some damage in it's wake and it was the least that he could do to try and help. After all, it wouldn't be the first time now that he's been on clean-up duty.
Truth be told, he rather liked it here. There was something slightly familiar about Storybrooke. Perhaps it was that sense of magic in the air, or the way it's denizens were not of this place. He did not feel quite as foreign.
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"I like the stories," he said quietly, smiling. Henry had been sure to give him a good education regarding the people about town. The boy was seemingly shocked that Thor had never heard of Snow White or Cinderella or Pinocchio. It was a whole new world for him. "And I can only hope to help ensure a happy ending, I think."
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"You've been talking to Henry." She smiled at the thought, knowing how quick her son was to approach Thor every time he was around. He had a way around kids that seemed to put them at ease. "I know this because Henry has been talking to me about you."
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He grinned at the mention of Henry. The eager boy certainly had charmed him. He would reason that Henry probably harmed many of those with whom he crossed paths. There was a light on in the boy that seemed to inspire hope in others. His optimism was infectious. "He has? And what, pray tell, has he told you? We have traded many stories."
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"Let's see," she teased, pretending to be in deep concentration as she thought of a few things to share with him. "God of thunder, great warrior, carries a - a hammer, and it has a name, but I'm going to butcher it," she laughed, her tone become lighter as she thought of Henry. "He said you make him happy that he's an only child."
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He hadn't lied, though. He had told Henry enough for the boy to get a idea of what had transpired. He was sure that Henry could tell there was so much more, however. Thor had never been skilled at hiding his emotions.
"Surely not all tales of sibling rivalry are as tragic as mine," he replied simply. He met Emma's eyes, searching them. "My brother was... Is a particular case. I can but simply hope he will find solace."
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"Henry may not be on your scale yet, but he's my hero," Emma agreed proudly, leading him up to the door when they approached her building. She didn't expect Granny to bring Henry home for another hour, but she had no doubt that he would be happy to see Thor when he came in. "I think he feels cheated, he's the only one who isn't in the storybook."
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"I believe he is on the right path," he replied. He peered up at the building. It was not his first time seeing it, of course, and he knew that it was hers. He had only been inside a few times before, however, and never for long. "I can understand why he may feel left out, but perhaps it only means all the more opportunity for himself. He is not bound to what legends tell him he should be."
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"You have a way of looking at things..." She found herself holding back a laugh at how out of place he looked in the apartment, all strength and size among Snow's flower arrangements and earthy decorations. "I could probably learn a thing or two about that." On her own, Emma tended to be more negative, but Henry was already changing that just by being with her.
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He turned his gaze back to the woman once again as she spoke, his smile growing as he saw her own amusement. He couldn't tell what was funny, but he like her smile.
"I am not sure there is much to learn," he told her. He had never attributed his optimism to anything but simply knowing that there was hope in all things. If there was no hope, there was no point. Thor had always found that there was always light to grasp onto, regardless of how bleak the outlook became. "Except... Perhaps it simply takes time. It is not terribly hard to find the bright spots in life."
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His brows furrowed slightly, allowing her to change the subject. He didn't want to press the matter, though he was certainly interested in hearing more of her life. Later, perhaps.
"Cinnamon? I'm not sure I've had it with cinnamon," he told her. He offered her a small smile. "And... Yes, whipped cream would be lovely."
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"So here's a question," she prompted, keeping her eyes on the pot at first to try to seem casual about it. "How long do you plan on staying in town?" She knew that he couldn't stick around forever, and that he would be needed elsewhere. The problem was that Emma was getting used to having him around, and Henry was getting used to having him around. She wanted to make sure that they were both ready for anything, and that was hard to do when he was turning out to be such good company.
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