"I am Thor. And who might you be, fair maiden?"
"Oh, don't bother flirting with me. You'll be dead tomorrow."
thor:ragnarok
thor odinson x oc
part of Fallen Heroes series
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"We're looking for Korg."
Right behind Brunhild, who was clutching a rather hefty gun in both of her arms, Aura stepped in to enter the ever familiar gladiator cells, drinking in the familiar yet disgusting stench for what she was sure was going to be the last time. Clutching Brunhild's obedience disk remote within her hands, Aura couldn't help but grin as she pressed the button firmly, with all of her fellow gladiators glancing up as their obedience disks fell from their skin.
"Who's asking?" Stepping forwards valiantly, Korg looked every bit the leader of a future revolution as he faced Brunhild and Aura. "I know you're asking. Just -- is anyone else asking, or is it just you guys?
"The Lord of Thunder sends his best," Brunhild tossed him the gun.
"The revolution has begun!"
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Cutting through the crisp blue skies of Sakaar like a steak knife through butter, Warsong flew beautifully as it chased after multiple spaceships, all of which were chasing after the rather nice ship Thor had managed to steal straight fro under the Grandmaster's nose.
Sitting in the pilot seat of Warsong was Brunhild, her eyes fixated on the windshield as guns raised up from the sides of the ship while Aura, sitting in the copilot seat beside her, hastily typed into a set of keyboards to give the ship orders. Right behind them, forming the tip of a triangle, sat Bruce Banner, looking baffled by the alien technology as he watched the two women work to keep the ship in the air and get it into combat mode.
"They've locked in on the Commodore," a 3-D hologram of the fight popped up in front of Aura as she spoke, the Commodore being the ship Thor had stolen.
"Roger that," swiveling her arms, which were locked into a set of circuits of some sort along the arms of her chairs, Brunhild opened fire as she zoomed after the ship's pursuing Thor, both of which disappeared in a cloud of smoke as she shot them, sending them tumbling to the ground.
"Nice shot!" Bruce exclaimed approvingly from the back seat.
Zipping through the crystal blue skies, pursuing the Commodore, Brunhild merely nodded at Bruce, far too focused on flying to respond. Nearing the Commodore, Brunhild guided Warsong directly underneath of the opening hatch, her ship dipping lower as it swerved slightly to avoid crashing straight into one of the many towering buildings of the cities below. Clicking a button for the radio, it crackled to life just as Brunhild began to speak.
"Open the doors," Brunhild instructed as the doors of the Commodore opened in response, with her turning to Bruce. "I hope you're tougher than you look."
