It was a long back to the palace, but one that Thor didn’t mind taking. It was a nice night in Asgard and he figured that a good walk could do him well. He looked to his companion with a tiny smile and a shake of his head. “T’was just a kiss, Fandral. In the short time that I knew her…she’s not like that.” He really wasn’t sure what he was saying. It was as though he was making it up to convince himself of reasons why he shouldn’t think of her so much. “A life threatening battle was just fought and I was bidding her farewell. T’was a kiss made in haste.” Despite his words, he couldn’t help but look back and think on the memory fondly. More than anything, he yearned to ask her why she did it and if it meant anything.
Thor never knew of Fandral’s love affair on Earth those centuries ago. He knew his friend had stayed a while there, but the subject of love was never brought up. Perhaps at the time, it was a subject that Thor wished to steer clear of at all costs. He narrowed his eyes curiously at Fandral. “You speak Lady Darcy’s name as though you wish to see her again. If we can repair the Bifrost and after we have determined that it is once again safe to travel, do you wish to come with me?”
Fandral couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Thor was clearly saying whatever he could to downplay the situation. But Fandral could spot and decode a reaction such as this a mile away. It was all to clear to this Asgardian. Thor was the god of thunder, prince of the realm eternal - the one in line to take up the throne and become Allfather of all nine realms. And this woman… this tiny mortal woman that was all too curious for her own good, she had him smitten. Such a feeling was one that Fandral knew well but unlike his friend, didn’t shy away from. But he embraced it instead. Him and Thor were made of different things when it came to matters of the heart. “You would dare question me and my understanding of a kiss and its meaning? Why, my friend, it’s as if you hardly know me at all!” he said with a chuckle. Shaking his head as they climbed the steps of the palace, Fandral finally turned to face the thunder god. “Think of it what you will. But a blind mind could see what you do not. She is clearly infatuated with you.”
Slinging his fur coat over his shoulder, he took a final glance over at the bridge and the endless distance beyond. A warm smile crept up on the corners of his lips and he sighed contently before meeting Thor’s eyes. “My friend, I would follow you to the end of all realms.” Of course, a chance to see Darcy again was a nice incentive.
Thor chuckled a bit. “Darcy.” He went silent a moment, thinking about his short lived time on Earth. Jane. She was so strange, unlike any woman he knew and yet, just the chance to see her again brought a smile to his lips. She had kissed him. He wondered what it meant to her, why she had done such a thing thing. “I wonder if she thinks of me now,” he asked, not realizing Fandral would have heard the segway in his head. She was a woman who devoted her life to the stars. Did she ever look and wonder where he was?
Following Fandral’s suit, he packed up his tools, bowed in thanks to Heimdall and headed back to the palace with his friend.
Fandral was all too happy to be getting out of there. He didn’t mind the long walk either. Sometimes, all it took was a nice stroll down the rainbow bridge to clear ones’ mind. “Darcy,” he mumbled to himself, trying to make it stick in his mind should he need such information at a later date.
He hoped he would.
His mind then switched gears, focusing on Thor and his obvious infatuation with Lady Jane. There was a time, many years ago (centuries by mortal standards), that Fandral himself had ventured to Midgard and fallen in love with a mortal maiden. To him, a woman was a woman was a woman. Mortal or Aesir. They were made of the same things. And they still invoked the same feelings for him. “Trust me, my friend. I saw that kiss you shared. A more appropriate thing to wonder would be when she does not think of you.”
Thor smiled proudly at Fandral. “It means much to hear you say this.” This new mission was filling the void his brother had left. By using his time and energy into repairing the Bifrost, he had less time to sit and mourn the loss of Loki. It may not be the ideal way to heal, but it was Thor’s way. Move head and let nothing slow you down. He grinned a bit to himself as he thought of his goal. “In any case,” he spoke, his eyes trained on the task before him. “I promised her I would return and I am nothing if not true to my word.”
Fandral could not help but smirk now as well. “Ah, my friend. I swear, you become more and more like me every day. Once you have thrown reason to the wind for the chance of obtaining that most desirable female, you know you’ve been influenced by Fandral the Dashing.” Glancing around at everyone else fixed on their task, he slyly stood to his feet and brushed himself off. That was enough manual labor for today. All five minutes worth of it. “No matter what fate lies ahead, should we end up in Midgard, I will have words with Jane’s companion. What was her name…? Darla?” He let out a dreamy sigh as the corner of his lips curled up into a crooked smile. “Fairest mortal maiden I’ve seen in an age. She was clearly smitten by me. Did you not see?”
Thor eyed him suspiciously, waiting for Fandral to try to stop him. When his friend merely offered his help, Thor nodded with a small smile. Of the Warriors Three, Fandral was always his closest confidant and this only helped reassure that. “Thank you.” He turned his attention back to the work in front of him. “My father thinks me daft for aiding in this project so profusely. I think he wished to see me crowed the moment I returned from Midgard.” He wasn’t sure why he was talking about this. Maybe it was the fact that he rarely spoke to anyone about anything in the past few weeks. “These ruins only further prove his earlier assessment. I am not ready.”
Fandral did his very best at multitasking. But in the end, paying attention to Thor won over all else and he found himself crouched down where he’d been working all while his ears were turned in towards his friend. Surely Thor knew of the consequences should he make a move at the wrong time. And despite how much Fandral wanted to believe that Thor had put his days of action before thought behind him, hundreds of years could not be wiped away in mere weeks. He would still be Thor, above all else. Fandral could not fault him for that. None could. “Odin is a wise man. The wisest, I would venture to say. But even he cannot predict the future. Your little trip to Midgard did you well. You learned much and returned a better man because of it. But if you still believe you have some growing to do before taking the throne, then that’s all that matters.” He would conveniently leave out any hesitations he had over Thor’s plan.
Thor stilled his movements at Fandral’s words. He understood his friend’s wariness, but so much rode on the success of this Observatory repair. Perhaps the meaning was more symbolic than anything, but he couldn’t bare to look at the ruins at the of the bridge much longer. “Aye, we cannot,” Thor agreed quietly. He looked to Fandral, his expression determined. “Tis why I shall be the one testing it.”
Fandral’s eyes snapped up to meet Thor’s, his brows furrowing and jaw dropping. “Wh-what?” Standing to his full height, he stared at Thor for several moments, knowing he should have expected this but unable to really react in a proper way. Everything in him wanted to just blurt out that Thor was mad for even considering it. But this was a delicate time. He knew he needed to speak and act responsibly.
Righting himself, he looked away with another softer, smaller sigh. “I… I trust your judgement, my friend. I shall be here to see you off when the time comes.” Of course, he’d do more than that.
Thor glanced sideways at his friend, a small chuckle issuing from him. “Hogun is on the other side helping with the bridge.. Volstagg had a most unfortunate accident involving the walls of the dome and Sif has escorted him to the healing rooms.” Thor watched Fandral a moment. It was clear the dashing swordsman hadn’t a clue s to what he was doing and Thor wanted to see exactly how he’d try. Finally he took the tool from Fandral’s hand. “Stop, before you hurt thyself,” he said with another chuckle. “Here, like this.” He demonstrated how to properly use it before handing it back.
“We’re close, you know,” he said after a moment. “Heimdall says this progress is better than he would have thought. It may be ready for a test run in a matter of days.” Just saying the words out loud gave Thor hope.
"Volstagg the Voluminous has many strengths. Grace is not one of them." After Thor’s demonstration, Fandral had a slightly better idea of how to aid the workers and after removing his fine fur, he got to work. He took a long pause of silence, contemplating his dearest friend’s words. Fandral had always been more of an optimist. But even he was wary of the entire idea of the bridge being used so soon. Of course, he understood Thor’s desire to return to Midgard. Or… he thought he did. But he worried that Thor would act brashly. Even after all he had learned and how much he’d grown.
"Well, whether it is done tomorrow or weeks from now, I still think we should wait until we’re certain. We cannot chance another mistake." It was still sort of difficult for Fandral to even bring up that day. And Thor really hadn’t spoken about what happened to Loki with anyone. But he would know what Fandral meant by his words.
It was late in the day and Thor had been working away on the Observatory since sunrise. There were a few other workers and though many thought it odd to see the prince with a hammer in his hand helping the commoners, none questioned it. Everyone knew that he was friends with Heimdall and assumed that was the main reason for his presence. Thor was absorbed in his work when he heard steps walk up to him. He didn’t have to turn and look to know who it was. Instead, he merely smirked. “Finally pulled thyself from the ladies to aide in our realm’s most important reconstruction?”
Fandral was late. But this wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence. The Asgardian was, at heart, a noble, brave and honorable man. For all his triumphs, though - the ever dashing one was very easily distracted. Especially when said distractions were tall, blonde and voluptuous. And on this day when he swore to be at the Observatory by the time day had given way to evening, the sun had set by the time he eventually found himself there. “I shall have you know that I was merely aiding a damsel that was quite distressed. I will not apologize for being a gentlemen.” With his hands on his hips, his eyes danced around the scene. Everywhere… hard work… labor… effort. He gave a gruff sigh and picked up a tool he likely did not know how to use. “And where are the others?”
*watching his face with slight worry, pauses* Fandral…I…*furrows brow and scratches the back of her head, trying to put together words* I know there’s not a lot that keeps you on this planet. In fact, if it weren’t for…*gestures to the two of them* I’d tell you to go back to Asgard…it’s selfish of me to think that you can live here and give up everything…and I don’t have to do a single thing. *frowns and looks at the sidewalk* Fuck. *rubs her forehead* Why does this have to be so hard?
*stops them, tugging her gently so they’re facing each other* My love, I would never remain here if I didn’t believe that this, what we share, was truly worth it. And it is. I do not know what it is that mortals believe in anymore but I believe in fate and destiny above all else. It was not just by chance that our paths crossed. Fate hath brought us together for a purpose that we may not yet see or understand. And truly, I believe you underestimate yourself and your importance. You have done more for me than you realize.
I may be self absorbed, but I’m not that obtuse. You wanna talk about it? *rubs the back of his hand with her thumb* You’re so quiet, it freaks me out.
I would like to, yes. But I’m unsure as to how to go about this. The last thing I wish to do is to confuse you further. *sighs, glancing over at her and making a small smile* I suppose that I just… am having trouble finding my way in this realm. It’s not as though I wish to leave it. I would rather carve out my own path here. But this has proven harder than I had anticipated. I feel lost most of the time. Only feeling found again when you’re near me. You mean more to me than you realize, Darcy.