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“Hey! Pick on someone your own size.”

It was a stupid thing to say, especially since the guy was probably twice Billy’s size, but even more especially because his eyes, as well as those of his two companions, were now focused squarely on him instead of the woman they were holding at knifepoint. He even more especially cursed the little twinge of fear that had caused his voice to crack on the ‘hey’ but he stood resolutely, back straight, head held high, obviously striking fear into the hearts of these nefarious ne'er do wells.

“Get a load o’ this kid. Thinkin’ he’s some kinda Avenger or somethin’.”

The laughter wasn’t particularly appreciated. In retrospect, the tights were probably a bit much, no matter how much they accentuated his glutes. And the cape, that was just over the top, really. And don’t even talk about the wings attached to the headband that kept slipping down into his eyes. Gawd, this was an ill-prepared idea. But he was in it now and there was no turning back.

“Beat it kid before I smash your face in.”

“I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

He couldn’t but help the snarky slip out with the confidence of one who clearly knew what he was doing and was very much not out of his league. As the assailants turned towards him, surely to just politely ask him again to leave the scene of their violent crime, Billy brought his hands up, a smirk on his face, and the electricity crackled between his fingers, feeling almost warm as a blue light reflected on his face. The sparks danced around his fingers for a moment before an arcing blast of electricity shot forward. It seemed to engulf the leader of this small, would be gang of hoodlums, crackling around his body as he grit his teeth in apparent pain, before he dropped to his knees.

“Who’s next?”

But his moment of bravado was cut short as the fellow took a moment to compose himself, shaking off the electric attack, climbed to his feet, and started lumbering towards Billy, their first target all but forgotten. Billy’s smile dropped into a frown but he kept his hands leveled and let off another blast of power. This time, the guy didn’t even go down, but paused in his walking for a moment before shaking it off. Billy didn’t know whether they were mutants or just freakishly strong or if he himself was pulling his punches of what, but he still realized that this situation was not going in his favor. Perhaps stalking the streets at night, looking for trouble, wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. You might just find it. God, he wished he was actually doing his homework at Sam’s, like he’d told his parents he was.

“Hey man, can’t we talk about this?”

His request went unanswered, except for them to continue forward. Billy backed away slowly, his hands raising in a plea for mercy instead of another attack, but it didn’t seem to matter. He’d pissed off this guy and his friends were closing close in behind him. Kinda made Billy wish he’d at least let Sam know he’d be doing something this stupid. His feet caught on the hem of his own cape (more of a bedspread really), snagging him up and pulling him down to his butt. Unhelpfully, his mind resolved to cut it a bit shorter for next time. If there was a next time. The three assailants advanced on him and he raised his hands to cover his face, whispering as frantically as he could under his breath,

“I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help.”


@THOR ODINSON If you want, Thor could have felt a magic compulsion from Billy’s chanting that kinda drew him to the scene or he could have just been passing by
Posted: Mar 22 2018, 10:51 AM
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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."


Posted: Mar 25 2018, 05:21 PM
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“Oh my god, it’s Thor.”

That exact thought ran through Billy’s head as it was said aloud by one of the thugs that was about pound his face in. There he was, lying on the ground, feeling like an intense idiot, mumbling helplessly under his breath, when he felt that familiar tug in his chest, that meant something was happening. There was no flash of blue light, but he could tell that his desperate plea had been answered. And it became apparent just how much it’d been answered when the throat cleared and the bang of a giant hammer hitting the ground rang out. And then Billy was lowering his hands and there was his hero. The god himself. The man who’d featured prominently in several of Billy’s late night fantasies.

It was with bated breath and awestruck, widened eyes that Billy climbed to his feet backpedalling away from his attackers, dusting off the various detritus on his cape and leggings so as to look more presentable to his hero. The Asgardian certainly knew how to make an entrance, striking quite an imposing figure as he just stood there. Just stood there, like rescuing damsels in distress (Billy) was his every day job. Which it was, of course. Stupid. With the god of thunder standing there, it was almost embarrassingly clear how much Billy had based his outfit on Thor’s. From the red cape, the black leggings, the headband with the wings, it was all like a cheap knockoff of the real hero’s armor. Though the differences were still obvious; Thor’s was battle worn and scarred while Billy’s looked like it was made out of the various household objects he’d had on hand at the time. Which it was. Though he could feel his cheeks beginning to stain with the unconscious blush, he put on his most heroic voice and place off this happy coincidence (or magical summoning, he wasn’t entirely certain) as an intentional set up for these ne'er do wells.

“Y-yeah. That’s right! Now, now you’ve done it! Thor is here to rain down the thunder!”

What??????? He really needed to stop thinking he had what it took to engage in witty repartee. That, and watching bad cartoons. He vaguely wondered if there was some masterclass in superhero banter. Still, he hoped his false bravado would fool them long enough for the woman to get away (she was slowly creeping her way backwards away from what was sure to be a fight). But the three men’s attention were on the two men (one man and one boy) flanking them on either side. The one Billy had first attacked cracked his knuckles; apparently, those muscles weren’t just for show. The punch he aimed at Thor was definitely backed by some sort of super strength. It was one that would have leveled a normal man, but Thor was anything but a normal man.

“And I’ve got the lightning.” Billy raised his hands once more as the two other men made for him. Confidence wa sonce more leaking through him at the presence of one of the big dogs, though he was kicking himself for being so stupid and needing help in the first place. He could only anticipate the chewing out he was going to get about playing hero and playing around with forces he didn’t understand. Still, blue lightning once more shot out of his fingertips and engulfed the two men making for him. They were apparently slightly less formidable than their friend, as both let out shouts of pain as the electricity shot through them.

@THOR ODINSON I have never loved anything more in my life than that link <3333333 Also, Billy needs lessons in pulling his punches on normal people |=
Posted: Apr 4 2018, 02:37 PM
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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."


@BILLY KAPLAN | thor is the worst person to ask lol, he tries his best not to hurt too much & then feels guilty when people are in pain anyway
Posted: Apr 6 2018, 07:29 PM
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Sam had said he’d met Thor, but that second hand account did nothing to prepare Billy for the reality of the god’s sudden presence in his life. He seemed...kinda jockish, to be honest. There was an air of chivalry about him, definitely, some ancient and unspoken power of the gods that Billy was certain he would never be able to fathom...but something also reminded him a bit of a nicer Kessler, one who would actually help people instead of just shitting all over Billy. It was taking some superhuman power to keep his gaze locked on the two assailants who still writhed on the ground and not on Thor’s supernaturally perfect muscles as they bulged and contracted as he fought with his own superhuman opponent. And fought, past tense was definitely right, as it didn’t take long for Thor to execute a seamless takedown of his adversary. The man slumped against the wall and Thor was turning his attention onto Billy, complimenting his cloak, the cloak he had fashion after him.

“Uh, thanks.”

The uninspired answer was all he could manage in the light of the man’s gaze. It was one thing to hear Sam talk about being a superhero, it was another entirely to be face to face with a superhero he actually knew and admired. It again took considerable effort to twist his face from its awestruck expression to one of determined heroicness as Thor once again addressed the two remaining enemies. Billy’s head snapped around, quickly bringing his hands up again, to where he’d lost sight of the two others getting to their feet, fighting through the obvious pain, as various body parts continued to twitch. Instead of answering, the men ran over to their friend, threw his arms around their shoulders, and quickly made their way out of the alley, their unconscious accomplice in tow. Billy managed to wait until they had disappeared around the corner before bending at the waist and putting his hands on his knees, letting out a long keening noise, like some wounded animal, as he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Oh my god, thank you. That was getting seriously out of hand.”

Billy dropped down onto his haunches, letting his head drop between his legs as his heart slowly came to terms with the fact that he would not be dying today. He vaguely noticing that the woman he had tried to save, failed, and needed to be saved with, had disappeared. At least that was one less person to witness shame.

“My mom would’ve killed me if I wound up dead on the news playing around in a stupid cloak. Again.” The last time she’d caught him wearing a bedsheet as a cloak, he’d been sixteen, and while he hadn’t had any superpowers to hide back then, he had still been old enough for it to be pretty damn embarrassing and he would rather not relive that experience, especially not being pulled out of the Hudson on the six o’clock news. He twisted his head to look up at Thor standing there in his own cloak and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.” He stood up quickly, perhaps a bit faster than his head liked as he was trying to wrap it around exactly what had just happened. He had been saved by Thor. And Thor was standing here, in all his “half a foot taller than me” glory. God, Billy hoped he wasn’t staring. But he knew he was.

“Should y...I mean, we go after them? Are we allowed to just let them leave?”

He was new to all this. He didn’t know the rules.

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Posted: Apr 17 2018, 12:35 AM
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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."


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Posted: May 15 2018, 04:33 AM
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Billy’s eyes followed the hammer as it flew back into the god’s hand. Damn, he’d always wanted to see that live and in person and now that he had...it HUGELY lived up to the hype. But then suddenly, [suddenly, Thor’s hand was on his shoulder. Billy’s eyes snapped to stare at it, eyes wide as if he’d been electrocuted. He’d never thought he’d get this close to his hero, much less have him touching him, offering words of encouragement, telling him he’d fought bravely. It was more than he could have hoped for and more than he could ever imagine.

It took the boy a moment to realize that Thor had asked him a question. A blush rose to his cheeks at the thought of what his parents would say if they could see him now. “Mom and dad? God no, I could never tell them about this. They don’t even know I’m -” He cut himself off, stopping that train of thought before he outed himself to the god of thunder. ”I-I mean, we’re more of a peace loving kind of family. I don’t think any of my ancestors were particularly warrior-like. I mean, mom’s a psychologist and dad’s a cardiologist, not really ‘front lines’ kinda stuff. I think they’d die if they knew what I was doing.” He chuckled nervously, fully aware that he was rambling and revealing far too much information about himself and yet completely powerless to stop.

“Pale just comes with the territory. You know, scrawny, awkward, pale, all kinda hand in hand.” He chuckled nervously again, then cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus and be cool. “But uh, no, uh, I haven’t eaten. H-have you?” Was he about to go on a date with Thor??????? A friend date, altogether platonic, between a deity and one of his most pathetic hero worshippers, but a date nonetheless (if you’re Billy and delusional). Be still his beating heart and suddenly clammy hands. The breakfast he hadn’t eaten was threatening to push out of his stomach in excitement.

“I’m Billy by the way.” He tried what he hoped was a winning smile before it froze on his face and his eyes went wide. “Shit, I mean, I’m Asgardian.” Eyes went even wider as he voiced his embarrassing, fan boy codename to the guy he’d chosen it after. If the outfit wasn’t a dead giveaway for his apparent obsession, the codename sure was. “I mean...yeah, Billy will do.” He blushed down to the root of his hair, resigning himself to making a fool of himself in front of a deity.

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Posted: Jun 19 2018, 10:17 AM
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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?"


Posted: Jun 20 2018, 01:57 PM
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There was a moment where Billy wasn’t quite sure what to say. He hadn’t known that Thor had lost his mother. Come to think of it, beyond what was in newspapers and ancient mythology and shaky, grainy cellphone videos, he didn’t know too much about the god at all.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear- I mean, I didn’t know. Sorry.”

The sorry felt altogether not enough. And he thought he knew everything about his heroes. But this just proved that they were only human (well, Asgardian). They had personal lives that didn’t make it into the spotlight, beyond the hero worship that they received from people like Billy.

”I’m not sure what it’s like, being an actual Asgardian, but, I don’t know...I guess I’m just scared about them worrying?”

Or maybe about them trying to stop him. While there was a big part of Billy that liked having powers for the sake of having powers, there was another, even larger part of him, that was happy to finally have the ability to effect some change in the world, even if it were just on a small scale in his own neighborhood. Telling his parents would set them to worrying, which would set them to telling him to stop, which would set him to not only lying to his parents as he is now, but also actively defying their orders, adding another sin to the pile he was already facing (and the mountain of grounding that he was already staring in the face). It was easier to ask forgiveness should they ever find out versus them outright telling him no.

“That sounds great! I’m starving!

He tried to grin at Thor’s mention of a magic card (something of Asgard, maybe???) but the smile must not have completely shown on his face to cut through his guilt, cause in the next moment, the god was calling him out on it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Totally! It’s just...well, to be honest, I’m one of your biggest fans, and you’re honestly one of my inspirations for trying to help anyone with anything and actually trying to make a small bit of a difference in the world and I just want to live up to your name and not make a fool of myself since this hero gig really is a lot more complicated than I ever thought it could be.”

It was the word salad of someone who had been holding back so much for so long, waiting to find someone to listen to his fears. They said ‘never meet your heroes’ but so far Thor had so far lived up to each and every one of Billy’s expectations, and more, so that Billy could only think in mortification how horrible of a hero he was bound to be if at every turn he needed to be rescued by someone stronger than him, more powerful than him. Could he ever wear the name ‘Asgardian’ (or any other codename, for that matter) with dignity if he couldn’t hold his own against a couple of common, everyday thugs? Not to even mention all the other stuff he was certain he’d never be able to tell his parents, no matter how many youtube coming out videos he watched.

“It’s not like I want to go behind my parents’ backs it just that...I mean, I really want to help people but it’s hard to do when you’re still counting on your parents for allowance.” Now he just sounded like a whiny kid. This guy had been fighting evil for, like, ever! The last thing he needed was the problems of some random guy from Manhattan. “But I’m totally fine! Honest!” And he tried the smile again.

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Posted: Jun 26 2018, 02:52 PM
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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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