the other kind of endgame.

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + others
Broadcast: no
Action: the First Breath + some other places
When: June 7th onwards

[A number of closed starters for Thor's canon update to Avengers Endgame. Hit me up on dudemeister if you want one!]

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[First Breath]

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[It is absolutely not subtle when Thor moves onto the First Breath. He starts doing it even before the transfer goes through. That makes it entirely possible to run into him in the corridors as he's hauling all his stuff in from the shuttles - clothes, various swords, his huge Stormbreaker axe. Honestly he's probably making a huge racket.

Then his name is officially added to the manifest and that's that. He lives here now. Maybe it's not a huge change; Thor had often been over for meals or visits on a regular basis anyway. Now he's just here for all of them.

He cuts a fairly different figure than he did just a few days ago, but he's still recognisable enough whenever you run into him in the kitchen or around the hold. Just don't ask why he's wearing Crocs. There's no good explanation for it.]

kitchen

[abracafcku]

[Thor moving in was a little bit overshadowed by the fact that, at the same time, someone else was also moving in. Taako had had his hands full helping Lup transfer over, or (more accurately) going through Lup's things as she moved them over and decrying anything he thought was originally his. But with both of them moved in and things settling again, Taako's gotten back into his usual groove and is back to the kitchen once more. Today he's feeling pretty good and mixing up a nice batter for some waffles.

So when Thor enters, Taako glances up with a smile and a greeting that dies on his lips.]

...Thor?

[There's confusion and shock in his voice and on his face plain as day as he stares at the god of thunder. The word hangs in the air as Taako's gaze goes from head to toe over him, then back down again. With a look of disgust, he points emphatically with the wooden spoon in his hand at Thor's feet, a few spatters of batter hitting the counter.]

What are those?

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[Thor's caught in the middle of a casual wave back to Taako, knowing how different he looks and not really giving much of a damn about it - only to blink when Taako points further down than he was expecting. He glances at his shoes, turning them out a bit.]

These? They're called Crocs - good, aren't they?

[abracafcku]

[Good? Good? Taako grimaces and gestures again with the spoon, shaking it back and forth.]

Mmmmnope. Not like that they aren't. You can't just rock up into my kitchen wearing something like that.

[Holy shit, that's the stuff you wear when you're going out for a white wine day drinking event heavily disguised so no one recognizes you because you've hit the point where you no longer care.]

Resident of this ship or no, I'm not about to relax my standards. At least decorate them!

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What, really? You should have a sign up then.

[There's no dress code at the door, how was Thor meant to know? ... not that he would have complied with it anyway. But he would have read it. Thor lifts one leg a bit, squinting down at his shoe.]

I don't think they need anything extra. I can just take them off if that's better.

[abracafcku]

No, no barefoot hobos in my kitchen! That shit's unsanitary!

[Taako drops the spoon into the batter, wipes his hands on the towel at his waist, and then stalks around the kitchen counter to get a better look at these "Crocs."

They look atrocious no matter the angle, but they do look comfortable at least.]

It's basic-- Ugh, look, if you at least spruce them up, I'll allow it, but until then? Service denied, my dude.

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Denied? That's a bit harsh. Are you really going to do that when I live here now?

[abracafcku]

[Taako stands firm, eyebrow raised and thinly veiled disapproval (aka not at all veiled, it's entirely plain on his face) directed at Thor's footwear.

Especially since you live here now.

[He dumps his spoon over his shoulder onto the counter and shoos Thor out the door.]

I have charms in my room and we're putting them on those abominations so people don't lose their appetite if they catch sight of them. They're so plain! It's an affront to my delicate senses!

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I've never known anyone to make such a fuss about shoes.

[This is a lie, he's known several people, one of which is Loki. Thor heaves a sigh and stomps out of the kitchen.]

Fine, I'll change them. But only for today!

shuttles~

[necromanswers]

[Lup's in the middle of her own move at the same time, so conveniently, her shuttle is parked when he arrives. She's unloading her own things, so as he starts to make that huge racket, she wanders over with a big wooden chest dragging behind her- or rather, floating behind her a few feet off the ground, tied to her wrist with a rope like a child's oversized helium balloon.

She looks at him. Looks him up, down, all around. And then:]

....Huh.

[That's... different.]

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[At first he's more focused on getting his two swords and halberd under his arm, but then he turns around - and brightens.]

Hey, Lup. It's been a while.

[necromanswers]

Clearly.

[He gets a smile anyway, mostly because he just looks so darn happy to be here. She has no way of knowing how long it's been for him, but obviously longer than it's been for her.]

You've changed. How long is a while?

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A little bit, yeah.

[No, it's a lot, he knows. Having gone through a similar thing back home when returning to the Avengers compound already, he's not too hung up on having to do it again. Though doing it sober certainly feels a bit more stark. He sighs, shifting the swords under his arm so they don't slip out.]

Five years, give or take a few months. I know it hasn't been that long around here.

[necromanswers]

[Lup whistles. Five years isn't a huge amount of time, in the grand scheme of things, but it's nothing to scoff at, either.]

A lot can happen in five years, my dude. You okay?

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[He has to snort at that, amused despite himself.]

There were one or two huge things, yeah. I'm all right - really.

[The last time this had happened, of course, he had been a complete wreck emotionally. This time ... well, he's more a wreck physically, but otherwise doing a lot better.]

Things have gotten better since last time.

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That's good to hear. Last I heard things weren't going so great.

[She didn't have all the details, but she's gotten enough context clues between he and Loki that shit was getting rough.]

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They really sucked.

[He agrees readily. Thor has to rack his brain for a moment to remember what exactly he had told Lup. It's a tough one, given the time that has passed.]

I told you about the Infinity Stones, didn't I?

kitchen

[shroudedsecrets]

[It had been a chaotic sort of time, with those two very important ship moves coinciding with the fact that Haggar had been extremely distracted during it, as she had been dealing with being nearly overwhelmed by the siren call of the planet among some of her other issues. But once she was found and brought back to the ship she was making more of an effort to be present, at least as much as she could manage.

So here they are in the kitchen, since Kova has made it a point to not leave her alone, almost as if it's his job to meow or alert someone if she seems too distant. The kitchen has become strangely such a significant place on the ship, despite how often Taako complains that the crew doesn't appreciate his meals. Kova's eating for now, at least, though he looks up from his bowl when Thor walks in.

Haggar is half-leaning against a counter, dressed in one of her recent fashions of blue and white, though she doesn't notice him immediately, her attention seemingly taken up by watching something on a tablet-like device. Usually she's more attentive to Thor.]

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[It's better really, for him not to be noticed immediately. It makes him feel less like a fish out of water, despite all the familiarity around him. The First Breath had always been a welcoming enough space for him. There's no denying though that his moving in here, and the manner in which he had done so, was ... well, jarring. For others as well as himself.

So he glances at Haggar briefly when he walks in, expecting some kind of response. Only - there isn't one. Eyebrows raised, he keeps moving past her and grabs a mug out of the cupboard. Thor and Haggar had never been very close, which makes this perhaps more awkward than the others. Or maybe it's less awkward.

He feels awkward, either way. After a second or two he taps his fingers against the mug and says:]

Sooo, uh. What are you watching?

[Totally Normal Behaviour here.]

[shroudedsecrets]

[As awkward as Thor is being, for a moment she doesn't really seem to hear him. Luckily for both of them, however, her cat is being particularly attentive to this situation, as he meows and wanders over to her and bumps his head firmly against her leg.

That seems to work at least, since she blinks sharply, a few times. A slight shake of her head as she realizes that for one, she's missed at least over a quarter of this movie at some point, and then as she takes stock of why the cat bonked her in the first place, she realizes that Thor is standing there, quite close and -- she hadn't realized he'd walked by her? Had he said something?

Well. Even she realizes that is a bit awkward on her part, even if it's difficult to be helped with her sensitivity to the range of the planet. Quickly, she pauses the movie and nods to him, with an apologetic lilt to her usually measured voice.]

Please forgive me for my... inattention. You are long overdue a welcome from me.

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Oh, no, don't even worry about it.

[He waves a hand, all exaggerated nonchalance.]

It's not like I wasn't over here all the time anyway.

[shroudedsecrets]

That is fair.

[Still, there is warmth in her tone. Seeing him here like this reminds her a little of their first real conversation. There's undeniably something very different about him, for him to have made such a decisive choice.]

Something significant must have changed for you, but it is good to have you with us.

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[In a way, he's come full circle from that time. Back then he'd also come over, fresh from horrific memories and struggling to cope. This time ... the memories had been just as harsh, in their own way. But the despair had lifted; the tide had turned. They had won.

He manages a smile.]

Yeah. More memories from home, actually. It's been -- five years for me. [After a pause, he just shakes his head.] I wanted to be on Loki's ship.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Even for those for whom time passes differently, being stuck in a place like this is enough to comprehend the length of a year alone and how much could change.

To have a gap like that of five years, and then to come back here and have it all rush back in... yeah. She gets it. It sounds terrible, even without having the details.]

Seems as though it was five years too long. You did not waste any time after your return.

[Because she could sense that there was an implication there, that it may have been five years without Loki.]

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Mmm.

[He agrees, without much hesitation. Thor glances towards the doorway of the kitchen; Loki isn't there, but it's who he's thinking about.]

You know... my whole family is gone. Loki was the last one left, and when he was killed -- our people are long-lived. I am over a thousand years old. But those five years still felt like centuries, without them.