[He has played to the absolute letter of his agreement since its inception, staying largely to his loft on something of self imposed house arrest. He's been out, of course, as evidenced by the stack of books to the side of his lounge chair, but kept the outings brief so as not to arouse panic. Though, he seems to stir far less panic than he might have years ago.
For the moment, the majority of the books in his stack focus on international contract law. He might just be taking some of Bruce's advice about ingratiating himself into the sad dregs of the Aesir populace. They are not as he remembered which is more disconcerting than ire raising. There is wariness, yes, but a grudging sense of trust, of respect that feels more genuine than anything he ever had before his fall. Something apart of Thor, not his shadow- thought not- he snaps the book closed and stands up, pacing.
There's so much. The idea of him- changed, different, dead- an eerie feeling, but of what? Is it a sign? His future forked and that Loki took a path that ended him, so he ought to choose differently? Or is this something else. He doesn't know. He's not sure. That's one of the other reasons he's here and allowed himself to be seemingly contained with the control disk. He needs, what? Time? Silence? The ability to do absolutely nothing?
There might be one single self help book stuffed in the stack by his lounge. Impulse buy, he swears.]
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Date: 2019-08-15 12:17 am (UTC)For the moment, the majority of the books in his stack focus on international contract law. He might just be taking some of Bruce's advice about ingratiating himself into the sad dregs of the Aesir populace. They are not as he remembered which is more disconcerting than ire raising. There is wariness, yes, but a grudging sense of trust, of respect that feels more genuine than anything he ever had before his fall. Something apart of Thor, not his shadow- thought not- he snaps the book closed and stands up, pacing.
There's so much. The idea of him- changed, different, dead- an eerie feeling, but of what? Is it a sign? His future forked and that Loki took a path that ended him, so he ought to choose differently? Or is this something else. He doesn't know. He's not sure. That's one of the other reasons he's here and allowed himself to be seemingly contained with the control disk. He needs, what? Time? Silence? The ability to do absolutely nothing?
There might be one single self help book stuffed in the stack by his lounge. Impulse buy, he swears.]