fandomtownies | J,GoB, Saturday Morning

There hadn't been any servants around this morning, so Thor had had to get himself ready with the advice, if not assistance, of what he had decided was not a dread spirit but rather his imaginary friend Don.

Despite finding being relegated to imaginary friend status kind of hurtful (though he found tiny Thor adorable and hoped someone got pictures), Don, not trusting tiny Thor in the kitchen at all, had directed him to the bakery, and so there was a tiny prince of Asgard inspecting the baked goods on display thoughtfully, trying to pick the very best one(s) with which to break his fast.

I don't suppose you can lift Mjolnir like this. Actually, from what Don remembered of its history, Mjolnir shouldn't have existed yet, but Thor didn't bat an eye at the question.

"Oh, no. I'm probably centuries off from that."

Great. Maybe it wouldn't last long? What about the blueberry muffin?

"Hmmmmmm..."

J,GoB is open, and currently hosting a very small prince of Asgard and his 'imaginary friend' for breakfast.

(OOC: For those who can see ghosts and such, Don will be tagging along with Thor in his (glowy and transparent) spirit form for the weekend, the better to at least try to supervise!)

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Cookies are not breakfast, Don said sternly. You have to at least eat something with fruit in it. Nutrients were important for growing gods, or something.

Thor pointed at a cookie in the case and helpfully pointed out, "Those have raisins." Don just gave him a Look, and he sighed. "Don says I can't have cookies for breakfast," he reported to the adult with the face mask. "And of course I haven't had any Danishes. I don't know what you've heard about Asgardians, but we don't eat people." Duh, Stark.

"I have cookies for breakfast sometimes," Stark said with what might have been another glance in Don's direction. "Not every day, of course, but sometimes. And yes, raisins are fruit. Cranberries are good, too, there are things with those and I don't eat people either! Danishes are pastries."

He pointed to one.

"Like those. They don't serve people for eating here. I think i would have noticed by now"

Thor gave Don another anxious look, and Don bent down to his level--so weird--and explained patiently, Adults can make choices like having cookies for breakfast sometimes even though we're not really supposed to, but growing gods like you need better food so they can grow up big and strong and able to wield Mjolnir to smite their enemies. Then he muttered, Not that I suppose I could convince you to eat the bran muffin...and he's right. A 'Danish' is a kind of pastry. Not a Dane. Don was fighting a smile at the misunderstanding, though.

Thor reported to Stark, "Don says you're not a cannibal, but that I'm still not allowed to have cookies for breakfast. So that I can smite my enemies." Smiting was very important, you see.

"I am not a cannibal," Stark confirmed. "Don is right."

That guy had fancier clothes and a whole face!

"Do you have many enemies you need to smite then?"

This was Fandom. Kids could have all sorts of smiting that needed doing that Stark had no idea about.

"I might," Thor said. "When I'm older and able to wield Mjolnir. Now I just have Loki, but he's not an enemy, he's my brother."

Why did Don's face look like that?

It was an interesting expression, for sure. If you could see it.

"I don't have any brothers. Or sisters. Just me. But no smiting, either. What's a...Mjolnir?"

He didn't have the pronunciation quite right.

Don had definitely had kind of a 'yikes' face for a second there, tbh.

"Mjolnir is my hammer!" Thor exclaimed. It's not like it was hard to pronounce, Stark, it was just a j after an m, what was so weird about that? "I had to leave it in the room I woke up in, because I can't lift it yet."

You're not even supposed to have it yet, Don muttered. Not that I'm complaining. What with his existence being intrinsically tied to that hammer and all.

Thor struck a dramatic pose and declared, "'Whosoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor!' That's me!"

"Good to meet you, Thor," Stark said. "Your hammer is too big for you to hold?"

Wasn't that dangerous for a tiny god? What kind of nanny spirit were you, Don?

"No," Thor said in tones of 'duh,' even though it totally was, as evidenced by Don coughing, Yes, into his hand and looking amused. "I'm not ready yet."

Apparently there was a maturity component to worthiness as far as Mjolnir was concerned. This was probably for the best, and also nothing to do with Don, who was clearly an imaginary friend, Stark.

Stark grinned, a little, at Don's cough. Which was less imaginary than Thor might have hoped.

"I didn't know you had to be ready for hammers," he said. "Is it magic? There's a lot of magic here, on this island."

Ghosts, too, sometimes.

"There's a lot of magic at home, too," Thor said, which didn't answer the question about his hammer. "Loki likes magic, but it seems like a lot of fuss to me."

"I don't have magic," Stark said.

Ignore his whole...everything.

"But I know a lot of people who do. It can do amazing things. Is your brother here with you?"

Was he also a ghost?

"No, Loki's at home, of course! With Mother and Father!"

Don had looked tense enough before Thor replied, and relieved enough after that he wasn't going to have to deal with tiny Thor suddenly realizing his whole family was dead (and also his mom wasn't his mom) or something that a really astute observer might notice.

"I'm just visiting!" Thor added. "What about you?"

"I live here," Stark said. "On the island. I work at the clinic, and at the school."

Don was getting more than a glance now. He was getting an actual 'I'm not entirely sure what's happening but I can see you' look.

"I've lived here for years now. It's home. It's a good place."

"That's nice," Thor told him, "but it's not my home. That's Asgard, of course." Duh, Stark.

What? Someone see Don? Crazy talk. He was just going to continue to exist in oblivious denial for as long as possible, thanks, helped along by all his attention being on Thor now watching for...something.

"I've heard of Asgard," Stark said. "But I've never been there. Is your friend from there as well?"

You know. The friend who Stark was looking at who was pretending not to exist?

"No," Thor said on a laugh, "Don's not from Asgard, he's from...Where are you from?"

New York, Don told him.

"Don's from New York."

"I've been to New York," Stark said. "Not many times, but I have been. I'm from...not here. Not Earth. Space."

J,GoB, Saturday Morning

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