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Whilst there had not exactly been a 'situation' that evening, there had been an alert from one of Tony's machines - at this point, Thor had decided to just roll with it and help wherever he could - which had taken him out of the facility and into the heart of the city. He had not broken a sweat in the resulting combat, his smile one of grim resignation as he escorted those breaking the law to the relevant authorities.
One of the 'cops' had given him a doughnut, too, which had been nice. Midgardian treats were not to be sniffed at (no matter what Loki might have claimed) and Thor knew that that particular officer had made a lifelong friend in him that day (or, well, night).
Licking some of the residue sugar from his lips, Thor held Mjølnir tight and was about to return home for the night when something rather bizarre struck him. It started off as a tingling in the back of his head and then progressed into a something of a half-formed premonition. A whisper of some kind. "...Loki?" He stopped in his tracks, trying to determine what was happening.
When his eyes closed and his concentration kicked in, Thor realised that it was, in fact, a cry for help. One of his brother's tricks or not, he could not afford to take the risk. Not when there was potentially a human life in danger.
Honing in on the source of the distress - Thor blamed the voice - he broke into a run and came across the scene a few minutes later. Three fully-grown men, one woman and one youth. Seemingly of Earthly origins therefore strength was not necessary. Approaching quietly, he caught the woman's eye and offered her a smile and a 'thumbs-up'.
Then he cleared his throat and dropped Mjølnir to the ground with a clang to get the attention of the rest. "Hello. Three against two seems unfair. If you're looking for a more interesting battle, I'd suggest heading in this direction." His smile bordered on a smirk, seemingly unafraid of the potential danger they posed. Thor then raised a hand and hid it behind his back. "One-handed. It could almost be an even match."
In all honesty, Thor had not been paying much attention to the attire of the smaller man, more focused on the immediate threats and ensuring that the non-combatant could leave the scene as quickly and as safely as possible. But he was glad that he had been recognised - some humans were thrown-off by the lack of luscious flowing locks and that was just embarrassing. So he nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes, definitely me. God of Thunder."
At least no one on Earth called him lord. It was not that a difficult title to remember.
Then the man started speaking and it took Thor a moment to realise that he must have engaged in some form of sorcery to transmit the message. Rain down the thunder had Thor chuckle his approval, head nodding a little before the battle started fully. He caught the fist thrown at him with his one free hand, smirking a little as he did so, before twisting it down and headbutting the man (one-handed combat, less stylish than he remembered it having been whilst training in his youth).
The move, however, barely seemed to daze the man as he aimed an uppercut at Thor's jaw. Unable to block it without going back on his word, Thor took the brunt of the punch and blinked before forcing the man's hand back into his cheek. As the man was stumbling backwards a little, Thor had time to anticipate the next punch and dodged out of the way, sending a strong kick at his chest and watching as he flew backwards, hitting the wall and sliding down, seemingly unconscious. Sheepish but trying not to show it, Thor briefly turned to the younger hero. "Nice cloak."
Then to the two electrocuted goons. "Do you yield or will my friend and I have to carry you to the authorities?" The edge of his lip twitched, waiting for a response. "His lightning works well but I am sure some more practice will not go amiss."
It had always been somewhat difficult to judge the age of humans. Given a lot of his time on Midgard had been spent around Jane (small), Tony (old, according to those opinionated on the Internet), and Steve (even older but with more youthful looks), it had skewed his perception to the point where Thor mostly did not try. So whilst he was aware that the cloaked individual was young, the idea that he could, in fact, be a child did not strike him. Just as it had not with Nova. "You are most welcome."
As their opponents withdrew, Thor removed his hand from behind his back and spread out his fingers, summoning Mjølnir back to him once more. There was a certain warmth under his fingertips at the reunion and he smiled to himself, watching their retreating backs with a triumphant gaze-
Then the man - or perhaps boy; the thought occurred to Thor for the first time - was making a sound as if he was injured. Alarmed, Thor took a few steps towards him and put a comforting (he hoped) hand on his shoulder. "Breathe, friend, it was not a problem. You fought bravely and did your ancestors proud." That, and words similar, had always been a comfort to Thor when he felt low and he hoped that it would aid his new friend.
Thor patted his back once more before taking a step back, unsure on how to be reassuring. Probably more patting. Or perhaps food - a warm meal was almost always appreciated and Claire's mother's establishment was nearby. "Does she know of your abilities? Perhaps that would change her mind." His own mother had (almost) always been supportive of his adventures. A little too supportive, in the end, and that was a burden that he would bear for the rest of his life. "But truly, it is not a problem. I hope that this encounter will serve them as a warning against further wrongdoing in the future... Have you eaten today? You seem pale."
The expression on Billy's face - the look in his eyes, the mixture of admiration and mild confusion - was one that Thor had grown accustomed to over the years. It came from some citizens on Asgard (and across the Nine Realms, depending on the political climate) as well as many here on Earth, from Jane to various people on the streets. Certainly it fed his ego - one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes and all that - but, at the same time, it was humbling. A paradox. One that he was still learning how to manage.
Thor's brow furrowed a little at the boy's confession, a pang of worry hitting his stomach harder than the blows he had received from the thugs. It was - as loathe as he was to admit it - one of the reasons he did not entirely disagree with the politics behind the Accords. If an injury came about to this minor, there was no one in place to help him. No one to inform his parents. "I understand wanting to bear the burden alone, trust me. But, if I may offer you some advice as someone who lost his mother too soon, I would speak with them. They are medical professionals, after all." One for the mind and the other for the heart - it was poetic, in a way.
His concern quickly turned to mild confusion at the boy's phrasing. A pale territory? Perhaps that was his way of claiming that he had been born in a colder region of Earth. Thor decided not to question it. Instead, he laughed at the question. "Yes but I can afford to purchase something for you. I have a magic card." A smirk curled across his lips, well aware what Tony's gift of the card was (and mostly sure about how it worked) but happy to play up the theatricality. "I imagine there is an open food vendor around somewhere nearby."
"It's a pleasure-" Thor began, naturally, before his eyes widened. Billy, an Asgardian. At this point, given how much his father had hidden from him in regards to Hela and the blood-soaked conquest, Thor would not have been surprised if there was a hidden child growing up on Midgard. Perhaps Billy was Loki's - they both had, well, hair. Dark hair. Seemingly adopted families. He would have to ask his brother about this later. "Are you sure you're all right, Billy?"
The pause puzzled Thor a little. It was only when he reminded himself that just because a piece of information was common knowledge on Asgard did not mean that those on Earth were also privy to it. All too aware that he did not want to be pitied, Thor considered backtracking but decided against it. The wound was not as fresh as it had been five 'years' ago and, although he still missed her dearly, Thor knew that he was doing okay. "Do not trouble yourself about it. It is not something I speak of often." The tone had become rather sombre, suddenly, and Thor felt guilty about that. "You know how younger siblings can be. Loki can be volatile, at the best of times."
Nodding thoughtfully, Thor took the words in his stride. "It is not much different to being human, only the scale is slightly raised. Things are less reinforced here on Earth and I am still growing accustomed to holding back." Too many doors had been broken - material items seemed to hold far more value here and yet, they were all still so breakable. A metaphor, probably. "Do you not think they worry about you venturing out without informing them?" he asked, his smile softening the words. Truthfully, he was the last person who could lecture any children about obeying their parents but he wanted better for Billy.
Pleased, he made a gesture for the boy to walk with him and began to walk down the street. So far, it was quiet. Thor knew that he had bought a delectable burger from a vendor nearby and intended to return there. The man behind the counter had promised to name a certain type of long sandwich after him and Thor, amused, wanted to see if the man had followed up on that plan.
As the words washed over him, Thor could not help but smile. There was a warm feeling in his chest and he felt both proud and flattered that his actions had influenced someone in such a positive way. "Thank you-" he said earnestly, having reached out to offer Billy a pat on the back but, in his enthusiasm, underestimated his strength once again. This turned the pat into something of an unfortunate shove. Guilty, Thor took a step back and clasped his hands together with an apologetic expression. "Sorry. Truly. It will always be complicated and there is always a level of risk involved but the impact on those you will save - or have saved already - is wonderful."
But there did seem to be a deeper issue here and Thor, as helpful as he considered himself, did want to help as much as he could. Or at least, ensure that Billy was smiling by the time they parted ways. "I understand. My own 'allowance' comes in the form of Stark's card." Though there were no official parameters, Thor knew that purchasing new, flashy vehicles for every human he saw would be frowned upon. "I am glad to hear it. Should that change, the Avengers are reasonably easy to find - and there are a number of people out on the streets who are likely to provide aid, too." Claire, for one, had been very nice - and for a frangible human like Billy, she could prove an invaluable contact.
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