He tries to suppress a smile, but it shows up anyway.

“Now what did I tell you about distracting me in the lab?”

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i like to be called: Dannie/y, Dan, Dandan, Avocado King, Lord of the Memes, Dude, Sir, Hey You With The Face

my favorite color is:  Purple and Green

gender: Currently questioning. Masculine stuff seems to be the most okay right now.

one thing you should know about me: I’m infamous for my procrastinating. I put things off forever and then end up doing them like. Twenty years later.

one thing you should know about my muse: He’s softer than he looks.

first language: English. 

second language: Big Nerd (fluent). Spanish (conversant), some French, some German, Some Japanese. Uhhhh. Shyriiwook, probably. A few words of Latin, a few words of Italian, a couple words of Klingon, a couple words in Cantonese, like two or three phrases in Hindi, and two phrases in ASL.

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my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

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“I mean, I dunno if it’s easy, but– I’m just the way I am, y’know?” He can’t help but blush at the compliment, but the donut holes provide a convenient reprieve from eye contact. He sticks them in his mouth, hemming and hawwing as he tries to decide how to put it.

“There’s really not much of a secret: just dropped acid in a highly radioactive sensory deprivation chamber for 18 months straight. Interspersed with therapy, of course.” He leans back in his seat, glad for the superior asgardian furniture. Scandinavian types do it best, apparently. “They just talked, really. They’d never done that before. Turns out they had more in common than they thought.”

“You make it look easy.” His throat clears, studiously, taking a smaller (by not much) handful of doughnut holes himself to focus on as a distraction. “I mean, after all this.” He’s still ruminating on the pain of the past, which is somewhere he’s never thought he would be. Bruce... or Hulk... whoever they are now, looks like a shining beacon of light by comparison. 

“Vengeance. If we can’t get that, what about creating a life with those that are left?” 

Algrim stood looking out of one of the ark’s windows, his fingertips resting lightly against the cool glass, his gaze fixed on the nothingness where only hours before had been the enchanting realm of Asgard with its golden silhouette and snow-capped mountains, its sprawling forests and crystal-clear lakes. Nothing remained of its former splendour. Nothing, but memories. The Realm Eternal was no more. He could not help but wonder if Asgard’s destruction was perhaps some form of poetic justice, meted out by the very one who had, long ago, been the last hope of Algrim’s people. Back then, Surtur had been defeated by Odin, driven back into the fiery bowels of Muspelheim.

Odin, too, was dead now, felled by old age. The All-Father, who had once turned the dark elves away when they had come to him seeking help against Jotunheim, had joined his queen in Valhalla, leaving his sons to sift through the rubble of a once great kingdom. Yet, kingdoms could be rebuilt. Asgard could be rebuilt. Svartalfheim, though, would never again rise from its ashes. The dark elves were gone - all but one.

Asgard had been a sanctuary to Algrim. It was the second world that had perished before his very eyes, the second home he had lost. Its treasures, its relics, its art, its flora and fauna, all of it was gone forever. What remained was its people. The Aesir were a homeless race now, adrift in space, left to the whim of fate.

Finding his silent ruminations interrupted by the sound of booted feet on metal, he turned around to find the king awake, a haunted look in his eye. “My Lord Thor.” Algrim inclined his head to the Thunderer, his face a study in concern. “What troubles you?”

Thor lingered on the edge of the deck, unsure how to broach the subject on his mind. Algrim looked as lost in thought as he himself had been before making the journey from his room to join his mentor. 

It had taken a lot of effort, but Darcy had managed to perfect eye rolling in wolf form. She let out a small huff and lifted a large paw, prodding Thor in his chest to knock him backwards.

“You don’t know what I am, do you?” 

“You sound as though you’re giving up. Is that really what you’re doing, Odinson?”

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“You know, every time you say that I end up doing something incredibly embarrassing. Remember when you tried to get me to drink?” He dips his head, hiding his own smile as was his habit. “I don’t exactly have worthiness down to a science, but warrior-ing is Hulks area, not mine.”