AN: Okay next chapter. I'm working on finishing this version of the story, and
Thor
For the second time in as many days, Thor woke up to feeling like he'd been on a bender. Instead of sitting up, he lay there thinking.
The previous day had been particularly… if not enlightening, then informative. If his hunch was right, then the transformations were affecting his mortal form badly. That had never happened before. When he'd been punished before, transforming had just let him regain his power. But more and more this time was showing differences. He wasn't being healed by the transformations, they seemed to be making him sick and aggravating his injuries. He was on a time limit now, only able to transform for a minute at a time and could only do it once a day. The only beneficial difference was he could still call Mjolnir at will.
Whatever was happening to him, even if the transformations weren't causing it, they were making some underlying issue worse.
Now with a clearer head, he thought he might need to bend to the will of his friends and go see a professional. The underlying issue was that if he got detained again, and transforming was hurting him, especially after yesterday's events, he was worried he might be causing permanent damage.
As he came come and more awake, he realized he wasn't on the couch anymore, but in a bed.
Then he felt a slight sensation of pressure in his arm. And the room was bright. To bright.
"He's waking up." A voice whisper.
"Hey, Thor." Another voice, this one he recognized as Yang's "We are going to need you to stay calm but we."
His eye shot open and it only took him a second to recognize a hospital room décor. He was in the very place he told them not to take him. He felt his anger flair but as he made to sit up, the head-spinning came back and his energy and will to move instantly dropped and with it his anger. Instead, he looked around and saw Yang sitting in a chair next to him, with Blake standing behind her with a hand resting on Yang's shoulder.
"I said." He started to say.
"Yeah, we know." Yang whispered, "But you were asleep for more than a day, we were scared so we called an ambulance."
A day? More than a day? That was more than a little concerning. It scared him.
Blake spoke up "They know who you are." She said. "We tried to keep your name out of it, but that was…"
Yang cut in "We had to explain why you were in the house at all." She said "And we couldn't come up with anything convincing that wouldn't make us sound crazy." She sighed "We didn't tell them the whole story, but they think we found you living in the woods."
"Are the police involved?" Was all he could think to ask, his mind still on how long he'd been out.
"Not as far as we know," Blake said.
"As far as you know," Thor answered back. Looking around he was already making plans to escape when a doctor walked into the room carrying a clipboard.
"Good, you are awake, you had us worried there for a minute." He said. "You have good friends looking out for you." He said setting his clipboard down and looking directly at Thor. "We don't know exactly what's wrong yet, but we will. We have some tests scheduled for tomorrow."
The doctor kept talking, but Thor was only half listening. He didn't care about what the doctor had to say about tomorrow. He'd be leaving tonight.
He had no clue if the authorities knew he was there or not. If they didn't, Thor considered this a minor miracle, but that wouldn't last forever. And he couldn't rely on just transforming to escape anymore. The feeling that it was causing him his troubles felt like more than a hunch. Like a forgotten dream he was certain that it was related.
The doctor finished talking, Thor shook his hand and then the doctor picked up his clipboard and left the room.
"Thor we're sorry but." Blake started.
"No, it's…fine." He said, despite not feeling like it was fine, they had acted in what they thought was his best interest. And he didn't know if they were wrong if he had been unconscious for as long as they said, plus whatever time he'd spent in the hospital. "How long have I been here?" he asked.
"About a day and a half, so you've been out for about two days," Yang said.
Thor sat up in his bed "Thank you." He said looking from Yang and then to Blake "I know I am a bit."
"Obtuse." Blake offered.
"Thick-headed?" Yang said at the same time.
"I was going to say stubborn, but I suppose the point is the same." He said. "But I can't stay here."
"Thor, you basically went into a coma." Yang said, "You have to stay until they at least rule out the normal or whatever counts as normal for your, problems."
"She's right." Blake added, "Maybe you doing your…thing, isn't causing these issues, maybe you have something else wrong with you." Blake said, clearly taking caution to not mention anything specific. "Go back to asylum if you have to." Blake said, "We'll get you out if they send you back."
That took Thor aback. "When you say to get me out what does that entail?"
"If we have to we'll break you out. But they haven't come looking for you yet, maybe in all the chaos they aren't looking, or maybe they think you're dead, but you have to stay here for a little bit longer, just to make sure."
"They know I'm not dead, you gave them my name," Thor added to all Blake's points.
"The system is strained right now." Yang offered "You barely got a bed, maybe they haven't reported you yet?"
Thor considered this, it wasn't exactly unheard of for people to fall through the cracks in an over-taxed system.
And then there was the fact he truly did need medical help that went beyond the abilities of himself, Yang, or Blake to handle. He was pretty sure he was running a low-grade infection in addition to everything else.
"Fine I'll stay until I get wind of someone coming to take me, then I run."
The look of relief on both Yang and Blake's faces was enough to make him truly appreciate the fact they cared about him, and in this case, he supposed they probably knew best in this scenario, especially given how he had been prone to such foggy thoughts.
Laying back down, he turned his head to his friends. "I'm feeling tired, I'm going to…" He yawned "Go back to sleep and with that he drifted off.
Ironwood
After wondering where the boy had gone, he had finally turned up. In a Hospital on the island of Patch. But he'd felt completely lethargic over the information. He'd essentially become a hermit and not in good condition. For the time being he was content to leave him be, and if the Vale police wanted to try and rearrest him, they were welcome to him, he wasn't of any real value at this point. Granted he doubted they were up to the task. The chaos of the fall had truly rendered the law almost inert from what he could gather.
But the thoughts of the boy reminded him of an update on one of his more important projects.
The boy's equipment and the scientist had finally reversed engineered it, and a new Paladin unit utilizing the technology.
The project had been much harder than it should have been, but the results had real promise.
The whole scenario surrounding the entire situation was bizarre. It all seemed like a dream now, and how the information about Thor now seemed… He didn't know how to explain it to himself, but the whole scenario felt like it had happened to someone or a version of himself that was much younger than his current self.
Pushing the uncomfortable feeling aside he pulled a schematic of the new Paladin on his scroll.
Whatever miss givings he was having now, there was no doubt that they had come out of the whole scenario ahead of the game. Recovered advanced technology, now a new unit that was looking to be particularly effective against Grimm.
Overall, he was fine with letting the boy go off into the woods and live his delusions. Granted he had no idea how he had escaped the institute in the first place, but all the chaos of the attack…it wasn't his concern at any rate.
He kept finding his mind wandering every time he thought of the boy and back to the technology, which was odd for him, normally his mind was sharp and focused.
No matter, it wasn't his concern in the end, not really.
Blake
As they got back to Yang's house Blake couldn't help but worry about Thor. What was wrong with him was at the forefront, but also Thor's concerns about being detained again.
But if the police hadn't come yet, they could hope for their luck to hold out a little longer.
"What do you want for dinner?" Yang's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"I don't care…anything." She said as she took a seat at the table.
"Okay…spaghetti it is," Yang said as she started to pull out a pot and strainer. No doubt picked due to the relative ease of the process.
"You think the doctors will find out what's wrong with him?" Blake asked as Yang started to heat the water.
"Honestly…no." She said looking at her partner "If that hammer is really what's hurting him, they won't have a clue what is wrong with him."
"That's not reassuring," Blake muttered.
"Sorry, but…maybe he just needs a couple of days away from it and he'll start to recover on his own," Yang said, her voice not sounding all that convinced.
But maybe that was all there was to it.
As the water began to boil, Yang added the noodles and they didn't say anything until they were ready to eat. As they ate, Yang, out of nowhere said "Is it petty of me to still…kind of be mad at Thor?"
That took Blake aback. She knew Thor and Yang had a turbulent relationship, and frankly, she knew that feeling didn't go away at the drop of a hat. Still, after what he's done for them, she felt that Yang was still holding onto those negative emotions. Well, Blake was certain that it was more being mad at herself than so much as Thor.
"Yang," Blake said putting her fork down. "I don't think it's petty, not exactly, but I think you need to find a way to get past it because I think a lot of it is being mad at yourself."
"Oh, I already know that." Yang said, which surprised Blake "That's why I feel so petty. I'm mad at him because I'm mad at myself."
"I don't know how to help you." Blake muttered, "I can only say, maybe talk to Thor?"
"I did…once, but that was before I told Ruby that I…well that was before."
"Well maybe talk to him again about it…I don't know Yang I…" Her voice trailed off as she heard a commotion from outside. It sounded like a large animal…or maybe… a Grimm.
Both grabbed their weapons and slowly walked to the door and were caught off guard.
It was a Grimm, that much was clear. But not once either had ever seen, in books or life.
It was the shape of an overly large man, standing nearly twelve feet tall. And it carried a weapon that glowed red and yellow, it looked like a club. But its head looked like it was an Ursa, or rather like a man wearing an Ursa's head.
A second Grimm stood next to it, this one looked like a horse large enough for the first to ride.
"I'll go for the human-looking one." Yang whispered, "You distract the horse."
Blake nodded in agreement, and with that, they launched their attack.
Yang
The man-shaped Grim spun cat-quick and hit her with what felt like contemptible ease.
Rolling on the ground she managed to use her momentum to get to her feet, and first a shot at the Grimm as it roared.
Looking to her left she saw Blake attacking the horse Grimm. Then out of the surrounding woods more of the same types, five no eight more.
"What the hell!" Yang shouted, Grimm in these numbers…near the house? That had never happened.
This was followed by the raid sirens going off.
More roars from the forest told her even more were coming, and she was not in top fighting shape, and with just Blake…
A thunder crack came from in front of her, and it wasn't until now that she remembered the hammer sitting in the yard, and the Grimm were all vaporized in what Yang could perceive, a cage of lighting and she spied the hammer flying into the sky, leaving behind the disintegrating bodies of these new Grimm.
The rain began to pour and Yang just muttered
"No…Thor…".
Thor
The Grimm had come to Patch, and this all but confirmed the idea they were attracted to the hammer, and he'd left it on the island in the daze he'd come out of.
Now he had to fix it and he didn't know what would happen to him after. It didn't matter, once he heard the alarm he'd made his decision.
Getting up, he made his way to his window and jumped, calling his hammer.
Blake
Blake hated being caught in the rain, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. The memory of what happened to Thor the last time he came out of his transformation had her stomach in knots. If he came out of it as bad or worse…she didn't want to think about it.
She hoped he would come to them if he didn't head back to the hospital.
After a minute the rain stopped so suddenly it was like turning off a light, which she guessed was sort of like that.
But Thor was nowhere to be seen.
"Yang, let's go back to the hospital."
Yang
She was mildly shocked to see Thor lying in his bed, looking at a pamphlet.
"I wasn't expecting to see you two until tomorrow." He said in a comfortingly coherent voice.
"Thor," Yang said walking up next to him to talk to him in a quieter tone. "Why did you do that? I thought you said it was hurting you?"
"It's is." He whispered, but it wasn't as bad this time." He looked from her to Blake as Blake sat next to his bed. "The hammer attracts Grimm, and in my mental state, I left the hammer at your home. He said looking back at her. I had to transform and throw it away."
"Throw it away?" Blake said, "How far can you throw it?"
"As far as I want, but I threw it into the ocean to keep the Grimm away."
After taking a minute to think about what he was saying Yang asked "And the staff didn't notice you were gone?"
"I don't think so, but I was only gone for a minute," Thor said before looking around and gesturing for them to come in closer.
"Every time I transform I think I learn a little bit more about…my situation."
"What like why you're here?" Yang asked.
Thor nodded.
"But why does it hurt you?" Blake asked.
Thor just shrugged "Maybe I'm like a container, too much can make me break, I need to do it slowly. The fact I wasn't a jabbering drooling mess this time makes me believe doing it too much too quickly is the reason for the negative side effects."
"That… that is a lot to conclude from not a lot of information," Yang said.
Thor tapped the side of his forehead "I remember more every time, learn more." He said. "The more I learn the more of a fool I feel." He said.
"Thor." Blake said, placing her hand on his "You can tell us everything once you are out of here, but for now, just focus on getting better."
Thor nodded "Well on my way, look." He pointed to his left eye socket "The inflammation is gone, and I didn't reopen any of my injuries this time." He said with a smile. "My aura seems to finally be taking effect on my health, I suppose the few days off have done some good."
"That's good," Blake said with a smile that slightly irritated Yang.
"Well, we should go." Yang said, "Visiting hours are almost over, we just wanted to make sure you made your way back here."
Blake looked somewhat confused but the look on her face shifted to one of compliance.
"Yeah, we'll come visit you tomorrow," Blake said, and as she stood up, she gave Thor a quick hug, and Thor returned it with his remaining arm.
"Alright, let's get going," Yang said, and she noted a slight edge in her voice that she hadn't intended to put there.
"See you tomorrow," Blake said.
"Yeah see ya," Yang added as they made to leave.
"What no hug from you?" Thor said.
Turning Yang saw a slight smirk on his face, indicating he wasn't serious.
Regardless she walked over and gave him a quick one-armed hug.
"Ya good now?" She said, smiling at him, though she could tell the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Yes," Thor said, much quieter than he had been speaking. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See ya then." She said and turned to leave with Blake.
Blake
The walk back to Yang's home was filled with light conversations of no consequence, but Blake could tell Yang was trying very hard to project an attitude of being normal, Blake knew Yang was upset, or at least bothered by something.
"So are you going to tell me what's up?" Blake said in a lull between one of Yang's random topics.
"What are you talking about?" Yang said in such a convincing manner Blake might have thought she was unaware of the situation.
"You've been acting weird around Thor, and normal weird given the situation. You are cool and distant with him, you weren't even going to say goodbye." She said coming to a stop.
Yang kept walking, stretching her arms over her head letting out a sigh, and finally stopped walking. She didn't answer right away but bent over and touched her toes before standing back upright and rolling her shoulders.
"You know what happened." That was all Yang managed to get out after the stretching session.
"Yeah, but you're going to have to figure this out." He's going to need a place to stay when he gets out unless you…"
"I'm not going to turn him out on the street," Yang said cutting her off, turning to look at Blake "I guess me and him are going to have a long talk about it and come to some sort of understanding. Which I guess we should have done back at Beacon."
"Do you hate him?" Blake asked, truly hoping the answer wasn't yes. She had been very fond of Thor ever since he found out her secret of being a Faunus and his first instinct was to protect it for her. That showed his true character to her, for all his flaws, was a good man.
"I never hated him," Yang said as she started walking again, Blake now following suit. "I hate what we did to my sister, and…I feel guilty about and how I…" Yang's face flushed ever so slightly.
"Yang…do you"
"I'm just attracted to him…physically." Yang didn't let her finish. "I mean, it's confusing, I do…sort of like him, but I can't possibly pursue anything with him because of what happened. I can't do that to my sister."
"Ok," Blake said, sensing that more was coming. But after a few moments of silence, she said "Aaand?"
"And… I think I also might like someone else, but I feel like it wouldn't be fair to try…anything, while I'm still…ugh, sometimes I wish I could just switch my emotions on and off at will." Yang mutterd.
"Okay so if I'm getting this right, you are more mad at the situation than Thor?"
"I guess that's the long and the short of it, yeah."
"So you're taking it out on Thor," Blake added.
"I'm not trying to!" Yang's voice raised a few octaves, "I'm just a girl with a messed up situation she isn't sure how to deal with it."
"Talking to him will help."
"Yeah I know, but it's awkward. We talked before and I had a total meltdown in front of him in the shower."
"In the shower?" Blake asked, completely confused at this point.
"Long story, we just ran into each other at the shower and I decided that then was a good time to address the issue."
"How'd that go?" Blake asked.
"Honestly…better than it should of. But before I could talk to him again…well we arrested him for what I guess now weren't delusions."
That memory made Blake's stomach turn. That fight had been particularly vicious for one between friends, and now it was looking like they had all been tricked somehow.
That brought something else to her mind.
"Yang, if he isn't crazy, where the hell did all those documents come from? And the witnesses? The Doctors?"
"I mean it's weird." Yang said, clearly happy to off the topic of her and Thor's issues "It all looked real, and there isn't any doubt that his equipment was real. The only thing that makes any sense is a conspiracy."
"Like the attack on Beacon," Blake said.
Yang shrugged "I have no clue, this is all a lot to take in. Maybe once he heals up a bit Thor can shed some light on it, he did say he remembers more every time he transforms."
"Maybe." Blake said "Maybe."
Thor
His third day in the hospital was the only time he got anything close to what he would be an answer to his condition.
The doctors had told him he was suffering some sort of brain damage. The technical terms eluded him, but they had compared it to receiving several concussions. But even then they admitted that wasn't exactly right.
Thor didn't need them to tell him more, he hadn't been on the receiving end of a head injury for a long time, at least not a concussion. It had to be the hammer and the transformation.
And the doctors had told him basically whatever he'd been doing, he needed to stop. The damage was cumulative, and if he kept just doing it…
Well, it didn't matter, he could still do it, he just had a limited number of times.
The problem was he didn't know how many times he could. He'd tried to get an answer out of the doctors but they didn't answer the question.
But he was otherwise feeling fine.
Sitting up in bed, he stood up took off his hospital gown, and put the clothes Yang had given him back on.
Walking out of the room, he made his way to the nurses' desk.
Yang
The morning was bright and crisp, and while Yang did not consider herself a morning person, even she could appreciate the beauty of this morning.
The tranquility however was broken by a banging at the front door. The sudden noise made her heart jump, but only for a second, and as she went to see who it was, the silhouette of one arm gave it away.
"Thor! What are you doing here!" She said yanking the from door open. "You should still be in the"
"I have gotten as much out of that stay as I was going to I checked out AMA."
It took Yang a second to remember the acronym "Against Medical Advice? So they still wanted you there." Her voice was laced with worry she was trying hard not to show.
"Just to study this." He said tapping his temple "They are a bit befuddled by my injuries, but I know enough to figure it out now." He looked her over for a second before saying "Can I come in?"
Realizing they had been standing in the door the whole time she stepped aside saying "Yeah sure I was just about to make breakfast."
"Good, I was getting tired of hospital food." He said walking over to the dining room table and sitting in a chair.
He did look better, she'd give him that. He had a mild limp in his left leg but otherwise looked as close to back to normal as he could.
"How do you want your eggs?" She asked, figuring on leaving the more important questions for later.
"It doesn't matter, anyway is fine." He said looking around "Where is Blake?"
"Still in bed. She should be up soon."
As if on cue the sound of Blake coming down the stairs accounted for her arrival.
"Thor!" She said smiling and walking over to hug him "The doctors let you out?"
"No." Yang said, "The god of Thunder checked himself out AMA."
Blake's smile faded but Thor waved it off.
"They just wanted to study something odd about me, I'm fine now,"
Yang noticed the look on Blake's face didn't go away, but she could tell her partner wouldn't push it.
As Yang put the eggs down on the table, she went to the cupboard to get three plates.
As they ate, Thor looked from Yang to Blake and after a few moments asked "Where are the others? I've only seen you two since I've been here."
"You are out of the loop." Yang said, "Weiss was taken back to Atlas by her father after the attack."
Thor nodded, but then said, "And Ruby?"
That was harder for Yang to explain "After everything, she and JNPR decided to investigate Haven."
"So she's gone to." He said, "It's just you two then."
"I wasn't fit to go anywhere when they left." Yang said, "And I felt Ruby was looking to spend some time apart from me anyway." Yang said.
"And you," Thor said turning to look at Blake.
"I'm tired of running and…" She looked to Yang "I didn't want to leave Yang alone."
Thor nodded and went back to his eggs.
Yang had scrambled them, out of consideration for his…condition. She was honestly surprised at his lack of surprise or concern for Ruby. But maybe he knew he could just fly to where she was if she was in trouble, or maybe he already knew, he made some allusions to getting information from the transformations.
"So." Thor started. "I suppose it's time I tell my tale."
"Yeah, like where did all that power come from?" Yang said "Could you always just…do that?" and the thought of that made her think about when they had arrested him…if he could have just transformed...
"No." He said as he pointed to his eye socket "I had to pay the price for that knowledge."
"Wait you mean…you…what did you do?" Blake asked.
"My Uncle, or Great Uncle … you know it may be better if I start from the beginning." He said standing and gesturing to the living room. "Let's get more comfortable."
Thor sat himself in a chair while Blake and Yang took the couch.
"I am…as you have guessed not human, or at least not all the time. I was born as the god of thunder to the Kingdom of Asgard. Ruled by my father, Odin, king of the gods and mightiest being in the nine realms."
"I've never heard of any of this in the myths, which isn't saying much, that was more Ruby's thing," Yang muttered to herself.
Thor shrugged "I don't recall how I ended up here, but I have a history of…angering my father and he will teach me a lesson by making me mortal and stripping me of my powers."
"So what did you do to make your dad so mad?" Blake asked
Thor shook his head "I can't remember that either. I suspect that is part of my trial, the more I transform, the more I remember, and the more I know."
"How does that even work," Yang asked.
"Back to my uncle Mimir. He is the guardian of the Well of Knowledge. To drink from the well, you must make a sacrifice." He points to his eye socket again "My father plucked out his eye to drink from it, then hanged himself from the World Tree for nine days to gain knowledge."
"And that got you your powers back?" Yang said.
"Yes…and no. More that it awakened something already in me, but it's an imperfect trade. My father already gave his eye, and the eye of a god is worth more than that of a mortal man. I can't only transform for about a minute, but I get more knowledge of both this life and my past life."
"Why though? Why not all at once?" Blake asked.
"I think…and this just my speculation, that the lifetime of a god is too much for a human brain to handle all at once. The way the well of Mimir works is not completely known to me, I didn't gain the knowledge of my father. But it's like what life you live affects what you learn."
"Okay…this is a lot." Yang said standing up "So where is this Well? How didn't you drink from it or give it your eye, you were locked up."
"Mimir reached to me in my dreams." Thor said "Some of my people know how to communicate and travel in dreams, my Uncle made a lot of special provisions for me, but he evened the deal out with what my sacrifice got me.'
"How much of this is what you know and how much you have guessed?"
"My history I know, and the limits of my transformation, and how I got that power back. The rest is my educated guess."
"This is crazy," Yang muttered, and she thought she could use a drink. A god was sitting in front of her in a mangled human form. Hoping to lighten the mood "So a prince and a god huh? Talk about privileged." She said with a half-fake laugh.
"Oh yes." Thor said smiling "Most of the time it is, right now though." He used his one arm to gesture at his general appearance.
That made Yang feel stupid. No matter what he was before, he was right now a teenage boy who was missing a good number of body parts. But then it dawned on her. This explained why he seemed so mature at times, he was older than them…by a lot. However, that raised another question.
"How old are you?" Yang asked, not sure she wanted the answer.
"That…is harder to point." Thor said "Right now, I'm anywhere from seventeen to my early twenties. But as for how old I was before…I couldn't tell you, more than a few…thousand at least." He sighed as he tried to explain it. Time and age had been so nebulous to him before that he never really considered how old he was. "I truly don't know. It's like there are two me's." He held up two fingers to emphasize. "The me who is here, and the me who I was. The more I transform, the more of the old me I remember, and I'm realizing he had a much longer life than I realized."
"So…it's not you when you transform?" Yang asked.
"No…that's not right, it's me, but…it's…." He shrugged "I can't explain it, I don't know enough, I just feel like someone else."
"Okay don't hurt yourself," Yang said as Thor strained to try and explain. "Who needs a drink?" She asked the room.
"Yang." Blake started to say.
"I know, but I think this can be an exception, this is a lot to take in."
Blake sighed and yielded "I'll take one I guess."
Thor stood up and walked to the kitchen with Yang "I need one as well."
Yang and Thor made their way back to the living room, Yang handing Blake her drink.
The three sat in silence until they had all almost finished their drinks before Yang spoke.
"I can't believe this is real." Yang muttered "A real deal diety."
"I know." Blake said, "But this does explain why he was so good in combat classes, all that experience."
"And why you were so hard to take down," Yang added looking at Thor as she said it.
Thor nodded and smirked "I was good wasn't I."
"Was?" Blake said, "Aren't you still?"
Thor huffed "Look at me, down one arm, one eye, and limp that won't go away. I can't fight like that anymore."
"Oh come on." Yang said, setting her glass down "I lost an arm and I still kick ass, you can too."
"I don't have a prosthetic." Thor pointed out. "And I don't see myself getting any."
"You can still relearn how to fight." Yang said, her voice getting a little louder "You were the best in our class, you can't just let that go."
"I don't need to fight as a mortal anymore." Thor pointed out "My godly form is more than enough."
"But can't you only do that once a day? And for like a minute? And doesn't it hurt you if you do it too often?" Blake added to the conversation.
Thor shrugged, "More than enough time to deal with anything this world may throw at me."
"So if we got attacked right now, what would you do?" Yang asked.
Thor just looked into his cup, scowling "I'm not completely useless like this."
"Good to hear." Yang said, "Because tomorrow I want to see what you still have in you."
"Huh?" Thor said looking up.
"Sparring." Yang said punching her palm "Get you back in fighting shape so you don't keep having to use that hammer, and keep you from scrambling your brains."
Thor looked at her for a moment, then started laughing "If you think you can handle the god of Thunder, sure tomorrow, we can do a light spare."
Yang smirked back at this "No magic hammer allowed remember."
"Of course, in that case, go easy on me, in this state, I'm a delicate little flower."
That got all three of them laughing, and as the night went on, they felt a degree of normalcy they hadn't felt since Beacon came back into their lives.
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