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Thor was uncertain, exactly, why his manner of dress seemed to be attracting positive attention of late instead of the usual confusion he was used to experiencing from those not of Asgard. He had long learned that the people of Midgard did not dress in his style and while those comrades-at-arms he knew as the Avengers did not care, the average person had a reaction ranging from laughter to hostility.
But that seemed to have changed. He had spent the morning in New York, enjoying what was certain to be only the start of a slide into autumn and when it began to rain, he had decided to come back to the hotel, yanking open a door that seemed to go into an abandoned building and ending up in the Nexus once more. While in New York, his attire seemed to be amusing to most and while a few told him that "Halloween is in a couple weeks, you're early," or something of that nature, most seemed agreeable.
Thor wasn't sure what Halloween was, exactly, so he hadn't thought much of it until he got a similar comment from the bartender in the hotel. They didn't normally speak much to him other than to say hello and ask what he wanted and he thought the comment strange, especially given New York, so he wondered if anyone could explain it to him. While he was far from shy, he did have some measure of pride and overcoming that pride to ask what seemed a simple question was often a battle within himself. In the end, his desire to know overwhelmed his desire to not look like a fool.
He sought out the library, then, and started looking among the books to see if there was a clue about this Halloween. He assumed it was a festival or holiday of some sort, based on the way it had been used, and he had pulled out a large tome that professed to be a compendium of known holidays around the world. While he wasn't stupid, his talents lay more in the physical and less in the mental and he wished that Jane could just explain it to him instead of him trying to find it in a book. It would take less time and probably be more enjoyable in the end; while he did not always know what she said, he always enjoyed listening to her say it.
He put the book down and put his face in his hands, trying to soothe his wearied eyes.
"If anyone can explain Halloween, I will buy you a round of any drink you desire."
But that seemed to have changed. He had spent the morning in New York, enjoying what was certain to be only the start of a slide into autumn and when it began to rain, he had decided to come back to the hotel, yanking open a door that seemed to go into an abandoned building and ending up in the Nexus once more. While in New York, his attire seemed to be amusing to most and while a few told him that "Halloween is in a couple weeks, you're early," or something of that nature, most seemed agreeable.
Thor wasn't sure what Halloween was, exactly, so he hadn't thought much of it until he got a similar comment from the bartender in the hotel. They didn't normally speak much to him other than to say hello and ask what he wanted and he thought the comment strange, especially given New York, so he wondered if anyone could explain it to him. While he was far from shy, he did have some measure of pride and overcoming that pride to ask what seemed a simple question was often a battle within himself. In the end, his desire to know overwhelmed his desire to not look like a fool.
He sought out the library, then, and started looking among the books to see if there was a clue about this Halloween. He assumed it was a festival or holiday of some sort, based on the way it had been used, and he had pulled out a large tome that professed to be a compendium of known holidays around the world. While he wasn't stupid, his talents lay more in the physical and less in the mental and he wished that Jane could just explain it to him instead of him trying to find it in a book. It would take less time and probably be more enjoyable in the end; while he did not always know what she said, he always enjoyed listening to her say it.
He put the book down and put his face in his hands, trying to soothe his wearied eyes.
"If anyone can explain Halloween, I will buy you a round of any drink you desire."
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He was just walking in to return his latest when he heard a vaguely familiar voice. Since meeting Bella's doppleganger here, he didn't automatically assume that familiar faces were here from the island, but it did help understanding things quicker.
"Do you mean the current way kids celebrate it with costumes and candy, or the history of All Hallows Eve?" Nick asked without a trace of sarcasm.
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"Why is that?"
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"But they dress like me for this holiday?"
It seemed a strange way to celebrate a holiday but Thor would not question it too closely, not when he got looks of admiration instead of the usual strange stares he garnered when walking around New York. "Asgard dress does not seem to align with that of Midgard."
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His mind was still wheeling around a little, trying to sift through memories. From Wulf, and from the guy that practically decayed in front of his eyes. "You're going to have to help me with Midgard and Asgard, though. I mean, I've heard of them but I'm more familiar with the Greeks than the Norse."
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"We were once called gods on Midgard but few think of us as such any longer," Thor explained.
"I am Thor, son of Odin and rightful heir of Asgard."
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"It's my honor, Thor," he said with an extended a hand, no surprise on his face over the name. He'd put that much together already. "I'm Nick Gautier and I know someone who would maim, if not kill, to be standing where I am now."
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The idea that someone else had experience with gods and goddesses was comforting, though Thor did not recognize the idea of a Greek one over what he considered himself and the rest of the Asgardians to be.
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"Thor," he says finally, swallowing hard and hoping that this version is potentially less batshit than the ones he generally deals with.
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"Have we met before and I am just suffering a lapse in memory?"
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"How did you come about it?"
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"A relic of my father's house. I lost possession of it for a while but now I intend to keep it for good. No other can lift it and I cannot if I am not worthy."
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"From conversations I've had, it seems that I am not always a nice person," Thor said, laughing warmly.
"I assure you that I do not intend to use it to bring harm."
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"At this point, it's a pretty silly holiday," she answered, and lifted the book from his hands with a quiet oof. The thing felt like it weighed a ton. "People dress up in costumes, mostly kids," she absently continued as she flipped through random pages. "It used to be about honoring the dead, but now it's not really about anything at all. Except for candy."
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While he might not normally admit to not knowing something for fear of embarrassing himself, Jane was a different case. She was someone who complimented him in every way - intellectual where he was physical, small where he was large. He could not help but flash her a smile because in spite of the annoyance of not understanding something, he was happy to listen to her explanation of it.
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"I do not seek fame intentionally like Stark does," he pointed out, "But I am not against it."
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"It would probably be nice to step out the door with my— friend and not be swamped by reporters and fans, but yeah," she said, tucking a bit of hair behind one ear, "I'm not against it, either."
It was amazing what having a famous friend had done for her career, what doors had been opened. Five years ago she might have been bitter about that, but now she was just grateful to finally be taken seriously.
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"I will try to keep the more persistent fans of my glory away. I have found that adoration leads to arrogance I never want to become the arrogant man I was before I met you."
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"They're supposed to be having a Halloween party of some kind here at the end of the month. We should go, you could find out firsthand what the holiday's all about," she said, hastily shifting the subject.
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"Do I just go as myself, then? I hear that's an option that many are taking this year."
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