[ Thor takes a swallow of his own drink; the stein it comes in is roughly the size of his head. It would be a pitcher, if not for the fact that he's not planning to share it.
I can, she says. Thor meets her gaze with a small nod nods. She knows what she can take, and he has always quietly suspected that Natasha was made stronger than even his hammer. ]
It seems I've nothing but questions, as of late. [ It's ironic - there was a time when he had even called upon the Norns for some glimpse of the future. Now, there are so many people willing to lay it out before him, it's difficult not to feel powerless - as if he's simply been unmoored from time, and it has long moved on without him. ]
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I can, she says. Thor meets her gaze with a small nod nods. She knows what she can take, and he has always quietly suspected that Natasha was made stronger than even his hammer. ]
It seems I've nothing but questions, as of late. [ It's ironic - there was a time when he had even called upon the Norns for some glimpse of the future. Now, there are so many people willing to lay it out before him, it's difficult not to feel powerless - as if he's simply been unmoored from time, and it has long moved on without him. ]
What happened? Thanos - did we kill him?