At first glance he had thought the man was a regular mortal, one of billions that called Midgard home. Just another passerby in a town that seemed to harbour so many souls in such a small place. Perhaps with a small helping of luck, the stranger could lend him the assistance he sought, offer direction where he was completely rudderless. “You there! Might you lend me a moment of your time?” He asks, shooting a hand in the air to offer a friendly wave, his voice loud and unapologetic to those unlucky enough to be within earshot. Thor had yet to learn the little known art of subtly after all, calling attention to himself when such wasn’t necessary; especially with Asgard gone and the Avenger’s roster of enemies growing by the hour.
“It seems I’ve strayed off course by quite some margin. If you could be so kind, please tell me this: where are we exactly?”
if there was anything in the world that managed to ruin one of his ‘good’ days, it would have to be the voice of someone asking for help. no, not just for help, but asking ky’lar himself for help. it wasn’t bad enough that he was told to be ‘stay out of trouble’, but now, he was given the perfect opportunity to cause some. so, why shouldn’t he do what he wanted? it wasn’t like anyone would find out right away anyways. either way, it was quite clear by the other’s words — at least in his mind — that the one before him either wasn’t from around here or he had one hell of a hangover. he was going to assume both at the moment and then work his way from there. if anything, it would make for something amusing, and maybe he would get to destroy some lives in the process.
“well, you’re not in kansas anymore.” there was a full out roll of his eyes as he made his way towards the other; his hands sliding into his pockets, “i’d say we’re close to…” he actually had to pull out his phone as he glanced at it for a few moments, “the east coast, as to where? not that interested.” that was what happened when he was trying to teleport somewhere and he didn’t care about the location, but then again, where was the fun in actually knowing where you were? especially when you had no destination in mind. “not really at any-rate.”
Hellfirebound 