My body is heavy. I lay on something hard and frigid, there are more sources of cold. When had I closed my eyes?
Remembering what happened the last time, I gradually open my eyes, the room I'm in has changed. My precaution was unwarranted as the room is dark. How long had it been since I last slept?
My aches have lessened a small degree, the burns are the worst of them. My heritage shows in that.
"God of Mischeif, it's good that you are awake. I'll inform Stark of your status." I'm terribly unprepared to have a disembodied voice speak to me, I'm not given a chance to speak with the voice as Stark enters the room.
"Oh thank fuck you aren't dead, Jarvis said you needed to cool down a lot, I was really hoping you hadn't just keeled over on my floor." Keeled..over. Even as I am not fully Ashardian I have no doubt I am heartier than any Midgardian. What nonsense.
"..You'll find I'm far harder to kill then that." It is no small relief that l can speak freely.
"Wha-Oh-Hold on, you can speak?-Speak now? That's great!" I regret healing.
"I cannot say how I got here, sorry to disappoint. I was not aware I was able to travel so far." That intense curiousity in his eyes remains bright even as I say this.
"I was sure you wouldn't know anyways. What I want to know is wether I need to be worried about whoever had you, coming here." There's an intensitiy behind those words, contrasting to the casual expression used. An actor after my own heart.
Thanos will come after me, he needs me for something. f-Oden..is not likely to come for me. Thor, do I want to see him? He will want to arrive before my tormentor. ...Will I be thrown to the wolves if I tell Stark the truth?
I'd be thrown to the wolves if midgard is unaware of the threat headed their way.
I hate when I'm right. It's never when I want to be.
"Yes, I don't know why but he needs me. My brother will come as well." Slip of the tongue. It seems this wasn't unexpected.
"It's never easy is it. Okay, if you could give me an approximate strength stat for our new enemies that'd great." As legends go, Thanos is nearly unbeatable. I wasn't face to face with him a majority of the time. His subordinates were not low in power, if I'm to assume they were near his power..the legends don't lie...
I'm unsure wether I would have..my spririt was already injured when I was found. Much longer of his special treatment I wouldn't have lasted.
I would been his tool to use.
My hands shake, I am not unscathed by my encounter with him. I keep my breathing steady. Mother was fond of the belief that a sound mind is vital in sorcery. The midgardian watches me with an understanding that implies much.
"I was told tall tales of the one who...found me, when I was young, a conqueror. A titan. A world destroyer. My..time spent in his company leads to me believe his power may rival Oden's." I grip my hands to keep them from giving away how truly unwell I am. Altho my efforts may well be wasted.
Stark sees right through my attempts. In a way, that calms me.
"So, this guy's like the boogy man if he actually existed and had practically wiped out all of humanity. Ah, I was always good under intense world ending pressure." I sense that last part is a bit of an exaggeration.
I wince at a loud clap, his grin shrinks slightly. "I can't see Fury being too thrilled about another illegal alien showing up, especially with you in my place. Hehe."
Fury? Does he embody fury so intensely that he gained the name? "I can just tell him what I need him to know. We're going to need to get busy." This man rivals me, white lying, trickery, acting? Is it possible that this is reason I find myself here?Our similarities? If so, how was I in any way aware from where I was?
"I think we will get along famously Stark."
A fair bit away. "What have you gathered about our runaway?" The sickly looking creature kneels before answering.
"I was able to track his seidhr, he's escaped to a the very place you were to send him." The towering figure leans forward in his throne.
"He's on Earth." You can hear his smile. His plans have not been ruined, derailed yes, but he is going to win. He may not have his hands on the little frost giant but that doesn't matter.
The faux Asgardian can run all he wants.
The clothes I'm given are adequate. Lower in status but they will do. As I have not proven to be a threat, I have virtually free reign to explore my current home.
My stomach reminds me of what little I've consumed in the time I was away. To the kitchen then, I was told I could summon the voice, Jarvis, by calling it's name to aid me. I'm guided to various cabinets that contain odd packaged foods. Why they are all packaged more than once is beyond me. Upon trying some of my options, most of them are highly processed and overly sweet.
I take what I can stomach.
Jarvis informs me that Stark has finished laying the bait. I imagine the spirit tells him as well. What a useful thing.
"Hey! You clean up well. The clothes don't suit you, we can work on that later, the trap is set." He regards the evidence I left behind from raiding his food supply with a hint of surprise. Yet, he makes no comment.
"What work are we meant to accomplish?" I don't enjoy being ignorant. I won't agree to something without reading the fine print.
"You're going to like it, you know about magic so you should tell me as much as you can about it. I know about Earth tech so I'll be showing you some of it, explaining, making, ect. It'll be a whole nerd thing." Nerd..?
I have not heard that word before and I am not particularly confident in midgardians ability to comprehend magic. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try and teach him. If I want to keep from landing right back in the hands of a Mad Titan I need to raise their power.
"I will do my best to teach you sorcery. What little you'll understand is yet to be determined." Stark grins, it seems I may well have set alight a flame of determination. A challenge to overcome. This is something I admire about humans.