<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/1/1e/Thor_Odinson_%28Earth-616%29_008.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090701163922)</div><br/>Name: Thor Odinson<br/>Nom de Guerre: Thunderer<br/>Affiliations: Avengers<br/>Time: Friday the 27th of October 2017, 7:00 AM<br/>Location: From Nidavellir to Asgard to Avengers Tower (Formerly Stark Tower) New York City<br/>Tagging: Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow, Captain Marvel, Scarlet Witch, Spiderman, Blue Marvel, Hawkeye, Wiccan, Hulking<br/><br/>"Hah!" The cry of the warrior echoed in the air around him, resounding off the mountain stone like thunder. All around him was chaos. But it was a<em>familiar</em>chaos. The chaos of battle, no quarter asked or given. At his back and to his sides short, stout figures fought with axe and sword and mace against hordes of figures taller than them, but not quite as strong. The dwarves of Nidavellir were accounting themselves well against the invading rock trolls. In the last hour alone many of the beasts had fallen. Others were beginning to turn back under the withering assaults of dwarf archers, firing from the safety of their hidden boltholes in the hills and mountains. The wind favored them, carrying their arrows further into the hordes of the trolls. Though the thunderstorm raged and howled about them, it was the dwarves carrying the day.<br/><br/>Thor finished hacking off the limb of an attacking troll as it threatened to close the gap with the dwarven king Andvari. The blood slid right off the blade of the black axe Jarnbjorn, not finding a purchase. With his other hand he swung the mighty hammer Mjolnir. The uru, crackling with the lightning it was throwing off, smashed through another troll's axe, breaking it into tiny splinters. That gave Andvari the opening he needed to gut the troll with his sword. Andvari returned Thor's grin and raised his sword high. "Sons and daughters of Nidavellir, forward! Show these trolls who the mountains belong to!"<br/><br/>The dwarven advance moved forward with grim confidence. The storm advanced with them. As Thor marched in front of the advancing wave lightning fell from his clouds to smite the troll front lines. Howling gales swept away the few trolls who still tried to fire arrows or rocks through the storm. Rain blinded the enemy, thunder deafened them. When the dwarves and the God tore into their ranks, many trolls could not tell from what direction their death came. It was over within a quarter-hour. The rock trolls quit the field in bloody rout, carrying the body of their king with them. Thor and Ulik had clashed during the main melee, and the troll king had come off the worst for it. The only reason he still lived was that his trolls had thrown themselves before Thor's hammer and axe and shielded his unconscious body with their own lives, long enough for them to get him away. Soon the foothills of the mountains were empty save for the dead and the victors.<br/><br/>Andvari looked at the taller Thor and his grin was fierce. "Aye, Thunderer! Malekith may have taken your arm but he took none of your might!" He offered his arm and Thor, sheathing Jarnbjorn, clasped his wrist with the arm of black uru these self-same dwarves had forged for him. "Nay, Andvari. I have lost neither mine might nor my friendship for the dwarves. Come, my friend! We have much feasting to engage in!" Amid hearty laughs and the cries of victorious warriors, the God of Thunder went with Andvari and his dwarves to do that most Aesir of things: drink and feast after a battle hard-won!<br/><br/>It was sometime later, after much dwarven ale, fine and plentiful food, and a raucous party, that Thor found himself riding his goat Toothgnasher up the Bifrost for home. Odin's beard it felt good to know that he still had it, even after what that snake Malekith had done to him. That had been a dark day-for him and for Asgard. But the dwarves had forged him a new arm, and he had proven, to himself and to the Realm Eternal, that their Prince still stood in protection of the Ten Realms and those who dwelled there. As he approached the terminus of Bifrost he came across its eternal guardian: Heimdall the All-Seeing. "Ho Heimdall! How fares the Realm Eternal?"<br/><br/>"Ho Prince Thor! Asgard fares well. News of your victory in Nidavellir has spread quickly. Your father is quite pleased." The infinite space that was Heimdall's face did not shift, but the stars that were his eyes did, even as he held his guard pose with sword at rest. "I have discovered something that may be of interest to you, my Prince. It would seem your friends on Midgard are gathering once more at the Tower of Stark. You did ask that I inform you should I notice unusual activity there."<br/><br/>"Aye, so I did. And now my interest is raised." He dismounted from Toothgnasher. "Home, Toothgnasher." The goat bleated and charged into the gates of Asgard. "Heimdall..."<br/><br/>"Already ahead of you, my Prince. The way is open."<br/><br/>"Good old Heimdall. My thanks!" He clapped the guardian on the shoulder and started down the Bifrost. As always the light of the stars and the light of the bridge blurred into one continuous tunnel and when it cleared he found himself standing in what had been his quarters in Avengers Tower. Had it really been so long since the Avengers last assembled? It was strange to feel such nostalgia. Especially given that his mortal brothers and sisters in arms lived such mayfly lives. And yet, there it was. He wandered out of his quarters and began to walk the halls, curious to see what activity had drawn Heimdall's eye. Hearing activity from the kitchen, he headed in that direction and was surprised-pleasantly-to see the familiar figure of the woman before him.<br/><br/>"Ho Carol Danvers!" He let out a booming laugh. "It has been some time! What brings you back to Avengers Tower? Are the others with you? Have the Avengers reassembled?"<br/><br/>