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[notyet_king]

Characters: Thor + Loki + anyone else!
Open? Yes
Where: taking a short rest, more for his steed than anything else, somewhere North.
When: Day 10, noon. He's been riding almost as soon as he had woken on Day 9, night.
What: determined to find some sign of life in the realm he's now been thrust into, Thor is on the lookout for friend as well as foe...
Warnings: if threatened, things could escalate to violence, but he will not be the first to land a blow most likely - he's not here to make enemies.
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Thor pauses, still in the raise of his hand to the mane of his horse. Eyes glancing sharply behind him at the sound he thought he had heard - "Who is there?"

His hand may have been on the hilt of his sword, but he would not draw first. Not unless he had to.. He takes a step forward, tilting his head as he looks into the thickets ahead...

"Speak. If you be not an enemy, I will not attack!"







[ooc: forward-dated before day change - thanks to Fran for permission!]

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[notyet_king]

Thor, by contrast had no such wish to be aqquainted with this place for the unforseeable future as he had no plans to remain here... in the slightest. He would be leaving as soon as the means arised.

True, he wasn't a fool to disregard the book he had been given, his steed and weapon... that strange pendant about his neck. It was why he hadn't discarded them in the first instant.

The laughter wasn't a response he anticipated - but it was not unwelcome. That sunny underlay... the gallops that started with an excited voice... he set his foot back in a firm stance, ready --

They knew his name.

He realised this as the thicket was burst through and his eyes widened, sword raised but not in threat as much as surprise at the suddennes as it dawned on him just who had called out - "Clint! My friend - can - it is! Ha!"

[avenging_archer]

Seeing Thor here was both comforting since that meant there was yet another familiar face and dismaying since that meant whatever enchantment had brought them here, it could enslave even a God. And what hope did Hawkeye have if Thor was helpless in the face of this accursed places's power?

Pulling the stallion to a halt, Clint rubbed the sun warmed neck affectionately before sliding down the horse's side. Of course, on the ground, Thor once more towered over him, much to Clint's amusement. Leading his horse by a sure hand on the reins, he crossed the last few feet between him and the Asgardian and greeted him with a wide smile.

"Wish I could say we were meeting again under better circumstances, man." Chagrin filled the shorter man's eyes as he clapped a companionable hand on the Thunder God's arm. "If you've gotten dragged into this madness, I'd say we're all well and truly screwed. A couple of the others are here so maybe they just really need that unique Avenger's touch?" He snorted with a wry twist of his mouth.

[notyet_king]

If Thor had been privy to his inner thoughts, he would have protested in that same sternness he possessed for his new comrade not to carry his thoughts ahead in trepidation. It did not mean he were powerless that he had been taken here - and he had no plans of remaining, to be sure!

Thor smiled at the way Clint rode up, impressed by the smaller man's grasp of riding.. and he wondered how long he had been here. He seemed to be comfortable in his attire and station already and though this was comforting - because Clint was an adapter and capable, he knew - it was also a little concerning. How long -?

"It is well we have met," he murmured quietly, blue eyes meeting his a moment before they glanced over his shoulder and then back, from the road to him. So. The others were...

"Have you met them already, friend? Are they well?"