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The rest of the day i cannot help but to think of the strange blonde haired man something about him struck me as odd. I anxiously look up at the clock to see how long untill closing. I let a sigh escape from lips only to see that there are two more hours until closing. I look over at my manager, his brow beaded with sweat as he unsucessfully attempts to use the esspresso machine. "sir" i ask hesitantly "may i take he rest off the day off?" i regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth.I cannot afford to take the day off! i should know better than to do such a sily thing, but i cannot help but to think back to the blonde haired man. Not looking away from the boiling espersso, soon to overflow in his hands, he replies bitterly just as the hot drink spills over and burrns him. "well go if you are going to go! just get out of my store before i change my mind!"
I pick up my messenger bag and run out he door, shoving several people as i go. I bring my bag to my chest and break into a sprint. I come to a stop at an intersection as i remember the place my father always brought me to clear my head after a long day. I resume my fast pace only coming to a stop when i reach the city park. My feet guide me to a bench in which i had spent many an afternoon pouring over the pages of my norse mythology book. I intended to do likewise today only alone this time. I tenderly take out the book and find the section of Thor and Loki. The resembelance beetween the man and Thor was truly uncanny. I sat there for what must have been hours before i felt the sharp pang of hunger. I dig through my messenger bag and get my wallet only to find it too, empty. my paycheck isn't till the end of the week and today was only wedensay. I have gone longer without food before, but it is never a walk in the park. i return to my reading only to be interupted by a booming voice, demanding my attention i look up only to set my gaze apon the strange blonde haired man from this morning.
"I can't help but take notice that you be interested in my people." he says
I close my book of norse mythology and quickly stuff it into my bag. "And you are?"
"I am Thor Odinson!" he says, his voice carrying across the small, crowded park.
I can't help but to laugh at his absurd notion. He scowls to the ground,clearly dissapointed by my reaction. "you do not believe me?" he says "I thought you of all Midgardians would for you carry with you the stories of our people'
"Your people fascinate me, yet i doubt thier existance. i grew up wit my father telling me tales of the mighty thunder god. he insisted they were real... I myself never believed" Looking down towards his face i notice his eyes, an unnatural shade of blue peircing me and looking straight into my soul. his eyes, truly beautiful in an unsetteling way.
"your father was a wise man" he says solemnly "I was to seek you out and request your help in finding my brother"
"and why me" i ask
"Because you recognized him when no one else did. Please,help me. i know you can come to believe in my people." he says gazing at me intently with his eyes, blue as the ocean.
"Alright i will help you, Thor Odinson." i say, but little did i know it would be the begenning of my end.