mess hall; [ Thor recognizes an invitation when he sees one. Hall doors are almost always closed in preparations for feasts to come, a hint to the wonders that lie in wait for those to discover them, and it's without much ceremony at all that he saunters in to look upon whatever's inside. It's much better than he's heard, though probably hardly as good as anything in Asgard, but he will not begrudge these people their hardships. After all, it seems they are not fit to travel these parts of... whatever realm this might be. He hadn't recognized it as any of the Nine; considering his unexpected arrival, though, he thinks it par for the course thus far. And it only takes a moment for Thor to discover the alcohol. Something to ease the tension of his fellow crewmates, no doubt.
... until he pours himself a giant mug of the stuff and swallows several mouthfuls before the taste registers. If he looks a bit disgruntled and decides to drop the container right where he stands, no one could blame him, right? Or the fact he nearly spits the rest of it out too. ]
What is this foul— [ Thor pauses, looking for the correct description and only shakes his head. Anyone else who might have been around to join him is met with: ] Do not drink. It could very well be your death. [ He is clearly saving you the misery of the next morning, friend. ]
wildcard; [ Open to just about any other area of the ship. Thor can probably be found in random places or maybe accidentally breaking some rec area equipment. (It's not that durable for a god, okay.) Let's get crazy. ]
thor odinson | mcu | ota
[ Thor recognizes an invitation when he sees one. Hall doors are almost always closed in preparations for feasts to come, a hint to the wonders that lie in wait for those to discover them, and it's without much ceremony at all that he saunters in to look upon whatever's inside. It's much better than he's heard, though probably hardly as good as anything in Asgard, but he will not begrudge these people their hardships. After all, it seems they are not fit to travel these parts of... whatever realm this might be. He hadn't recognized it as any of the Nine; considering his unexpected arrival, though, he thinks it par for the course thus far. And it only takes a moment for Thor to discover the alcohol. Something to ease the tension of his fellow crewmates, no doubt.
... until he pours himself a giant mug of the stuff and swallows several mouthfuls before the taste registers. If he looks a bit disgruntled and decides to drop the container right where he stands, no one could blame him, right? Or the fact he nearly spits the rest of it out too. ]
What is this foul— [ Thor pauses, looking for the correct description and only shakes his head. Anyone else who might have been around to join him is met with: ] Do not drink. It could very well be your death. [ He is clearly saving you the misery of the next morning, friend. ]
wildcard;
[ Open to just about any other area of the ship. Thor can probably be found in random places or maybe accidentally breaking some rec area equipment. (It's not that durable for a god, okay.) Let's get crazy. ]