im real confused about the new 80s aesthetic thor has taken on and with cate blanchett looking like a grown version of ebony dark'ness dementia raven way, but will embrace it if it means thor will be bringing his roommate daryl along for this adventure
So many things delight me about the Thor: Ragnorak trailer, not the least of which is the freaking Duran Duran shirt Bruce is wearing.
“It’s…” Thor searches for the word. “Frothy. And delicious.”
Bruce sucks at his straw, and scrubs the back of his head. He wishes he remembered the haircut, or any part of his arrival, but he’s come to a certain type of peace with it for the time being, even if Thor’s presence stirs it all up again.
Bruce is pretty comfortable living in denial. It’s got beach chairs. And umbrellas. And Orange Julius.
Thor makes a sound like sucking a rat through a vaccum hose and finishes the rest of the drink with a final pull.
“And you say you’re familiar with this beverage from Mid..from Earth. Why have I never had it?”
Bruce shrugs, kicks his heels against the counter he’s sitting on.
“Don’t know if it’s still around. This mall got sucked in through an inter-dimensional rift. It used to be in Colorado Springs, or at least that’s what the sign says.”
He points to his shirt. “They had a Spencers…it’s…never mind. I’m not sure you’ve been to a mall before. When I was a teenager, it was kind of a hub.”
“A social gathering place?”
Bruce nods. “First place your…mom would let you go by yourself. You’d buy crap if you had an allowance. Watch shitty movies. Eat cheap food.”
He looks around. The mall looks like his childhood, like the childhood of all the kids he grew up with, but it feels so distant now and not just because he’s in another time and space.
“I’ve been to the mall,” Thor says. “It was…bigger. There were amusements. An aquarium…Many shops with excellent goods. And a Gap.”
Bruce smirks. “Mall of America, that’s right.” Thor had been the Prince of the Internet that weekend. Natasha had been refreshing her feed every few minutes, lounging in his lab, holding her phone up to show him…he shuts down that memory. All of the memories of before…
“This one is from the 1980s. It was…local. A market, I guess.”
The structure has retained the eerie flourescence of it’s age, although large cracks in the walls let in the bright light. It’s structurally sound though. He likes it here.
Bruce hopes the mall was displaced at night. He’s never seen any bodies, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any. He kind of likes the idea of a couple of teenage movie ushers and DQ workers wandering around this place, having adapted to the local culture. Of course his own experience with the local culture has been…unusual. He’s pretty sure that manning the deep fryer and ousting horny teens from an R-rated movie wouldn’t prep anyone for a space equivalent of the Roman Empire.
Bruce has a unique skill set that has him more or or less…safe. If he chooses to define safe as not dead. Not naked. Not homeless. Possibly only deadly for sport…fuck, yeah, that way lies dragons. Or at least it did last week…Oh god, Bruce needs to shut this down. He was enjoying the reunion. And the Orange Julius.
“I think another is in order.” Thor is actually pretty good with body language, and Bruce is grateful for the distraction. “Let us drink to those simpler times. Are there additional flavors?”
“They used to have pineapple…”
“Like the Pina Colada?”
Thor searches the cupboards.
“I don’t see it.”
“Typical.” Bruce sighs, but it’s one of happier resignation. Nostalgic disappointment that doesn’t ache like a bruise.