He had never been patient. Anyone who knew the Aesir could tell that. Hot-headed and firm, he was the first to rush into a situation without much thought. Granted, that is what landed him in this position. And how he hated it. Hated. Despised. Abhorred. Oh there were plenty of words to describe how he felt about being trapped on this realm with no chance of going home. Nay, not until he learned his lesson apparently. And it was not as if he was not under watch. He had seen the ravens. Always keeping a watchful eye, are you not, Father? More than once he had almost thrown rocks at the blasted things, but stayed his hand. That would only earn him more time here upon Midgard. If he wanted to return to Asgard, he had to act as if he was learning something.
That something seemed to be a slow growing anger.
Anger that he knew was displaced, wrong, but he could not help but feel abandoned. Even if those abhorrent birds were following him at his father’s request. What did Odin want of him? Change? Thor laughed at the thought, shifting to reach deeper into the car’s open engine to find the tube he was looking for, ignoring the now familiar feeling of grease dirtying his skin. How could he change if he knew not what was to be changed? What had he done wrong? He only sought to protect his realm as any king would. His father was too blinded by age to see the truth. If the Jotunns could infiltrate once, they could again! And what chance would Asgard have with him gone, deserted upon Midgard?
Pride told him none, experience told him he was being foolish.
Growling, he just shoved the tube aside and tuned into the sounds of talking coming from across the garage. Curious, he grabbed an already stained blue rag and started to scrub at the almost glue like substance that came with these modes of transportation. He couldn’t deny that they were not interesting.
"Ey! Leo, c’mere! Seems like the government’s got proof of aliens."
"Shut up, Greg. It’s a meteor."
"They said it was a <i>satellite</i> and listen t’em talk! That ain’t no normal thing, okay? You just shut your mouth and listen, Aaron."
With a soft chuckle, he shook his head before walking over to the group of men he had come to call… well, slightly friends. They were friendly. Regardless, he slid into the group to listen to the reports.
"…has it that the satellite seems to have an unusual shape, and witnesses say that there was a mysterious symbol surrounding it. Most akin to a crop circle, except in the dirt. Could it be alien? Or is this another trick by the Government? And even stranger, reports are filing in that it seems to look like a hammer of sorts. What do you think, Brad? Could it be…"
He couldn’t help the grin. A hammer, huh? Well, it would seem that his luck was turning around. Except, the hammer fell somewhere in… New… New something that was not the city he was in, apparently. And without help? Thor had no hope of getting anywhere.