[ it's heimdall who takes him aside to tell him the news: there's someone you'll want to see. in the wake of hela's destruction and ragnarok itself, those words offer a startling amount of hope he would almost rather not have. what if he's wrong, and this person is not one of his friends? his people should all be equal in his eyes, but the thought of having one more of his closest companions by his side to see him through all of this ... it would relieve some of this great burden, and he wouldn't feel so alone. ]
[ he follows heimdall through the corridors of the ship until they reach the med bay and heimdall bows and takes his leave, giving thor the space he needs to face this on his own. he passes by the few wounded left, nodding and waving awkwardly at his injured subjects who no doubt fought bravely against hela's hoard, and a strange sense of guilt wells in his chest because he isn't here to see these people, not really. it was none of their plights that brought him here today. should he do more? what would his father have done? his mother? ]
[ he stops abruptly in the middle of the room, and all thoughts of what he should or shouldn't do disappear from his mind when he catches sight of a familiar face. it's both surprise and relief that keep him grounded, and then an overwhelming sense of joy that has him moving again, to the bed at the end of the room. ]
Hogun. [ he sounds almost out of breath, or perhaps like he's so overcome he might cry. he breaks out into a grin and laughs breathily, taking hogun's hand and squeezing it, as if to convince himself that he truly is there. there, and alive. ] I thought you dead.
[ he almost asks, what of the others? but he already knows the answer. instead, he says teasingly, ] You missed my coronation, old friend. Even Loki was there.
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[ he follows heimdall through the corridors of the ship until they reach the med bay and heimdall bows and takes his leave, giving thor the space he needs to face this on his own. he passes by the few wounded left, nodding and waving awkwardly at his injured subjects who no doubt fought bravely against hela's hoard, and a strange sense of guilt wells in his chest because he isn't here to see these people, not really. it was none of their plights that brought him here today. should he do more? what would his father have done? his mother? ]
[ he stops abruptly in the middle of the room, and all thoughts of what he should or shouldn't do disappear from his mind when he catches sight of a familiar face. it's both surprise and relief that keep him grounded, and then an overwhelming sense of joy that has him moving again, to the bed at the end of the room. ]
Hogun. [ he sounds almost out of breath, or perhaps like he's so overcome he might cry. he breaks out into a grin and laughs breathily, taking hogun's hand and squeezing it, as if to convince himself that he truly is there. there, and alive. ] I thought you dead.
[ he almost asks, what of the others? but he already knows the answer. instead, he says teasingly, ] You missed my coronation, old friend. Even Loki was there.