In Times of Trouble
A Supernatural, Thor, Star Trek Crossover
"Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism."
- Carl Jung
Tony had made teasing comments in the past about Thor being a demigod -and the snide implication of his mother's infidelity, but Tony was still a little peeved about the attempted theft/murder of their first meeting- but upon landing in Beijing and being escorted to some kind of shrine turned hospital Tony could safely say Thor never looked, never felt more like a god. A dying god. Strands of sun-bleached white clung to sweat-soaked skin, and blue-within-blue eyes peered tiredly from their curtain. Thor's hand shook as he raised it in greeting, then those eerie eyes widened as he stared at his trembling limb as though he had never seen it before.
Tony's stomach turned in sympathetic memory.
Bruce brushed past Tony clasped the hand, drawing the Doctor around him like a cloak. Finger and thumb forced Thor's eyelids apart. "What happened, Thor?"
Thor licked his lips, and it was only then that Tony realized the god had a white-knuckled grip not on Mjolnir -which was suspiciously absent- but instead the leather-wrapped handle of some kind of primitive knife.
"I-" Thor cut himself off, swallowed, and continued while staring at his lap. Strangled laugh turned into a hysterical sob. "I don't know. I was transported. I lived. I fought. I... learned. And I can not stop this... curse. I... I beg of you, my friends, find me some Spice."
"Don't want to throw stones, Thunderbird, but that synthetic crap will kill you." Tony shrugged, pouring himself some bourbon from his own stash.
Bruce glared at Tony while Thor growled in frustration, and the hairs on Tony's arm stood to attention. "Not marijuana, Melange."