#wanderingtheinbetween

“What does that say about us that this mess can only be considered ‘average’?” Loki wondered out loud. "Though....I think we can safely say that attempting to buy a planet is a first.” He added after a moment of thought.

The governments of Midgard had been gracious enough to offer the survivors of Asgard a temporary home in the country of Norway, but the arrangement was not permanent, and Loki held no hopes for it to be. Asgard deserved a chance to rebuild, and maintain its culture, and its people could not do so when surrounded by the constant conflicts of Earth. Especially not in the wake of the alien tragedies that had occurred within just the last decade.

Thor held a great amount of confidence in Midgardians, and their ability to be kind and welcoming.

@wanderingtheinbetween

“My father had a better sense of style,” Sigyn whispered back with a small shake of her head. “And his aesthetic was entirely molten steel and soot.” She fell silent when one of their insectoid captors hissed and raised its weapon in warning, and squared her shoulders. She felt her son’s hand on the back of her shoulder, and forced herself to relax as they were marched to the end of the hallway, and through a large, hexagonal sliding door.

Beyond the door stretched a large, round room, with the far side dominated by tall, trapezoidal windows that overlooked the colorful city. A crowd of guests - dressed in masks and fashions that ranged from ‘trendy’ to ‘chic’ - turned to stare at the newcomers being marched between their ranks. Beyond them, upon a shallow dias, and seated on a sleek blue and white chair, was a tall, greying man with a blue stripe down his lip and chin.

“Welcome, welcome!” The man animatedly threw his hands up in the air. “Scrapper-697 and...and...” He paused, mid-gesture and the stocky woman standing beside him leaned in to whisper something in his ear. “Scrapper-832! Yes!” With no lost enthusiasm, the strange man clapped his hands together in anticipation. “What have you brought for us today, hm?”

One of the aliens said something in it’s guttural language, and nudged Tyr’s shoulder with their weapon, forcing him to step forward. Sigyn reflexively reached for her missing sword once more, and Theoric’s hand snapped out around the barrel of the blaster. The other alien leveled its weapon at his head, but he man in the chair merely clicked his tongue chastisingly.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get violent.” He leaned back to whisper to the stocky woman by his side, and she moved behind his chair and began pushing it forward. “Let’s put down the guns - come on, come on! Put them down~” The aliens slowly lowered their blasters, and Theoric let go of the one he’d grabbed.

🌠- An idiotic scenario

“Hey, uh, kid, maybe you should get down from there now. People are staring.”

“People can bite me.”

“Kid, come on, let’s not do this in public. Just come down and-”

“I would rather die.”

“You’ve inherited your father’s dramatic flair, I see.” Tony resisted the physical urge to facepalm. That would only spill the coffee he clasped in both hands, and he needed it to stave off the cold weather/keep him awake. “Look, it’d just be common courtesy. The people behind us can’t see.”“The people behind us can fucking mOVE.” Tyr raised his voice pointedly for the benefit of the grumbling citizens in question. Many of them glared, but none of them spoke up in anger. The massive green creature on whose shoulders the boy was sitting on was probably a strong deterrent. “Hulk and I were here first. If the people behind us wanted a better view, they shouldn’t have shown up ten minutes before the show.”

“…..” Tony regretted every life choice he’d made that had led up to being assigned the chaperone of the day. Between Tyr’s attitude and the public’s general….wariness….around Hulk, he was already dying for a drink - but the strongest thing the local vendors could supply was black coffee, and it just wasn’t the same.

Ethereal owed him for this. Big time.

This time, he was going to call her out on it, too, just you watch.

“Fine. Stay up there.” The philanthropist shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his coffee, as if he couldn’t care less. “I’ll just tell your mom that you pissed off 12+ strangers when she asks what we did today.”

“Which mom?” Tyr replied with a cheeky grin.

Slightly rushed but completely unashamed ship art for @wanderingtheinbetween‘s Ethereal and Loki.

It’s 1am and I expanded that height chart ref from earlier to include Thor and Theoric! :D