Giving in and voicetesting sob

[thepowerof]

Lady Mundane, I do not understand. What is the purpose of this realm? For what reason must you test your voice?

... Ah, a thousand pardons. However I see no reason for you to test my voice, either. You already have the Man of Iron as a companion and I have other battles to fight. Back home. Battles for which I need my voice. I cannot spare it for such trivial matters as playing with dinner.

[Even if Thor really doesn't see what playing with rolls has to do with the voice]

Allow me to pass, and we shall speak on this another time.

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[forsooth]

Roles as in the roles we take in life. [Hesitant to correct because DAD but.] Like a play, a performance.

[thepowerof]

As the players perform at great feasts! [HE GETS IT] They assume roles in order to portray what feats of strength are being sung of. Why did you not say so?

[He doesn't get the Midgardian custom of being so... veiled with words.]

[forsooth]

[Triumph!] Yes, like that! Is that true? For every feast? Tales and stories from everyone? [It's.. It's like a fairy tale.]

I- I wasn't sure that's how it was.

[thepowerof]

Our feasts are legendary in their own right. Food laid across tables set with gold, wine and song and laughter our constant companion. Stories are told of conquests, hunts, and fools made of the drunkest among us. All in good jest.

[He looks curious, though]

How do your people feast?

[forsooth]

[He can look curious all he wants. Torunn on the other hand, looks practically lost in a daydream. A fantasy of far off places and dreams she can only just remember.

And then it all came tumbling down.]

Our people are the same. I am.. of Asgard. But it has been so long since I've been home that I fear all I am left with are faded memories.

[thepowerof]

[That's... troubling.]

You are of Asgard? [That's...] I have heard tell of those banished from our realm, set adrift in worlds far beyond the reach of the bifrost by my father. I have also suffered such a fate, once.

But for the young of our realm to be cast aside? I shall not stand for it. Your name, child. So I may speak with my father, and see to your return to our halls.

[forsooth]

[...Ow. It's not often that Torunn finds herself struggling so hard to keep an emotional outburst back. Normally she'd let it free, expel her frustrations as rashly as possible. But this ... wasn't a time for such childish acts.]

I was not banished. [Her head shakes, nigh disbelievingly.] I was left on Earth so I may learn. [She swallows.]

I am Torunn Thorsdottir. [These are not the most hopeful eyes ever, okay. They just aren't.]

[thepowerof]

[Childish acts were meant to be expressed, acted upon. Fleshed out and allowed to grow to fruition. It was a lesson he had learned, and a lesson that still hurt. But only through lashing out and acting foolish can one learn to not be as such.

But there's a moment's pause from the Thunder God, as he regards the blond haired child in front of him.]

You are the one the tiny, glowing, flying one spoke of. [Not a question, but a gentle statement] The daughter I can look forward to in my future.

[And there it is, the smile he's just so good at]

My daughter, I will see to it that as you learn what I have sent you to, the path home will forever be yours to travel.

[forsooth]

[There's only the slightest shrink in her stature at the mention of Pym blabbing about her. To Thor. To her father and even if he wasn't of the right time or universe... He was still Thor. The God she'd so idoled her entire life. Missed and prayed to since her first days on Earth. Just the slightest shrink- and then it's gone.

The hope for a way home, a way back to Asgard. To travel. To be able to come to and fro from her brothers on Earth, and the family she could scarcely remember in Asgard.]

Pym.

I'll be... able to come home? [Now these are hopeful eyes.]

[thepowerof]

[His smile softens, becomes more focused on her, affectionate rather than simply happy.]

Yes. He has heart enough to make up for the lungs nature has gifted him.

[He moves forward, falling down onto one knee to be more at her level, one hand clasping her on the shoulder, eyes soft but focused, that smile still on his face]

I swear to you, Torunn Thorsdottir, on the name of my father, Odin, and my status as future king of Asgard, that I will not rest until I find a way to make it so. No child of Asgard is left behind, not while I still live.