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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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Birds. Thor raised his eyes, just a brief flicker because he couldn't afford to lose his guard right now, when he didn't know of the other's intention. What --

Thor raised both brows at the sudden appearance and his lips quirked. Well, what a dishevelled, guilty look you wear, man.

He chuckled a little, not knowing what he meant by rust as he was sure these swords were most compatible with the weather in any case, and nodded, "It will not rain, friend... be at ease."

After all, he was confident.. he would still be able to tell.

Breathing a slight breath of relief, he started to walk out from behind the foliage and made a face when his horse butted him from behind. Glaring over his shoulder he hissed a 'stop that' at the animal and frowned more when he looked away like it was ignoring him. Animals.

Looking back at the tall blonde, he grinned in greeting. "I hope not. Because I'm still looking for metals to make an alloy that will be the least likely to rust..." And get Steve out of that horrid armor and into something more uniform and better looking. Running a hand through his hair, he shrugged his shoulders.

"So you're new? Name's Tony. Have you seen the castle and village yet? It's like a DnD game gone wrong."

Thor might have smiled, just slightly at the interaction, leaning back a little to his own steed's gentle nudge to his back as he half-turned towards it. It seemed to be resenting the attention he was paying elsewhere already. What a strange one.

"Whilst I am unsure what DnD is, I assure you as long as there is sustenance and aid, I shall manage." He glanced back at him. "Thor, friend... the honour is mine." He raises a hand to him, to shake.

Smiling lightly in return, he reached out and shook the other man's hand in that firm greeting before turning that name over in his head. Thor. Like Norse god of thunder, Thor? The god that Thursday was named after? Couldn't be...

"Thor. It's... nice to... like Thor from mythology? Or am I taking this whole catch all parallel dimension theory too far? Because if there can be a real life Rapunzel, why not the god of Thunder right?" Not that he'd talked to Rapunzel... he'd just seen her and her mile long hair... Hard to miss.

"...Insult me now?" he demanded, raising a brow. His suspicion of the fact is kept at bay only by how.. innocently the man seems to babble as he talks. It would be endearing had he been a child. As such, it merely looked strained. He raised his chin firmly. "I am the Thunder God, Thor. Care to remember it."

Both hands went up in instant surrender. The fact he wasn't exactly world class at hand to hand combat and he needed a sword or... something became a prominent thought in his head again. "Hey hey... easy. I was just... The real thing... huh.... That's..."

The wheels in his head were turning already as he thought about this and he was suddenly lightning up as the idea sunk in. The real deal. Thor. That was... well that was pretty damn awesome. "That is really awesome, so you can control the weather? How does that work? Is it like magic or is there some sort of science to it? I'm not a fan of magic, but I think there's an exception to every rule... can you still do it here? Cause they went and screwed with my tech when I was dumped here so anything is possible."

"Yes.. the 'real thing'," he repeats, unimpressed. He watched him, his mind busy something that showed on his face and nodded at his question, not really caring to explain to one who doubted his honesty... but his lips quirked a bit. He mounted his steed with ease, satisfied of no threat from this man. Perhaps of earache, but nothing more.

He chuckles at the thought as he looks down, sun at his back, his hair falling forward a little as he nods, "if we meet again, friend - I will answer you. For now, I am afraid I have no time. You must return to your companions.. as I must accumulate some of my own."

Oh. He really wasn't used to people leaving him... well... usually he left first because he could say it was his choice. This was different and it shut him up for now. A lot of that childish curiosity shut down as he needed to him. He considered apologizing, but he never was very good at that to begin with.

"Sure. But you know, you could always stick around with Steve and I. You'd probably like him." Everyone liked Captain Rogers. After all... he was Captain America and every bit the hero all the stories made him out to be. Just... even better when you met the man behind the stories. "Have a safe trip. Head that way to the road..." He pointed vaguely in the direction then looked back at the woods. "I'll be out here a while." Waving slightly, he pushed his horse aside when he moved off to get back to his investigating.

Thor frowned, adding up the information as he patted the neck of his hose slowly. That name.. familiar somehow.

He nods again, "I thank you.. and should we meet again, Tony - I hope you will allow me to talk more than you do."

With that, Thor winks as he catches the reins up and takes off in a steady gallop in search of whatever the land cared to bring him.

"Sure, no prob--..." Hey wait a minute. Staring after him a long moment, he huffed to himself. Waving Thor off, he started off and looked over at his horse. "I don't talk that much."

The horse snorted at him and he frowned. "No one asked for your back talk. Just keep moving and keep your comments to yourself."

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