Journey into...

say if we mix marvel and norse myth, do you think, rather than god of thunder, new baby!Thor would be called by one of his more humble names like Sonnungr(the true one) or Hardhugadr(the strong spirit)? 🤔 that is assuming he chooses a different path from the old Thor

- anon

It’s something the humans who had been acquainted with them in recent years had mostly forgotten.

But they, like most other gods, had gone by many different names. Describing them by their attributes. Hailing them for their most renowned feats. Names that reveled in the sounds and the breath and the idea that such a simple thing as vibrations of the air could be transmuted into meaning, into beings, could call upon powers and minds.

For Thor, most often, they were names that struck and crackled like lightning, names that seemed to shake the ground at night while the wind outside roared. Names as solid and immovable and faithful as his hammer. And, sometimes, names of another sort, growing up among them, new green things pressing against stone after the rain.

Loki, of course, had not forgotten. But he is still taken by surprise the day he happens to call Thor by one of those old names, half in jest, and instead finds himself suddenly fixed by the boy’s rapt attention. A little twist of the brows; he asks to hear more. To be told stories of himself, of all the selves he’s been, all wrapped up in little sets of syllables.

To be told about possibilities. 

Loki picks him up, laughing, swings him so the wisps of blond catch the breeze and the sun, there against the backdrop of a little grassy park somewhere in this modern world that it’s become. 

And he tells Thor all his names, reciting them for his young ears, adding a few that Loki has thought up himself only recently. 

“I will call you any of them you like,” he says. Then adds, with a grin, “though I admit I’ve always been fond of Rymr.”

Thor thinks, nose wrinkling. “Noisy?”

Loki chuckles deep in his throat and leans forward to kiss Thor’s brow. “It’s one of your more persistent qualities.”

Though in this moment, that turns out to be less so, as he falls quiet. Worn out by the day’s play, or perhaps merely contemplative, thinking through what he’s heard. 

He holds tight to Loki’s hand as they walk home. 

“For now… I think I just want to be Thor,” he says after dusk falls. 

“Not Rymr-Thor? Are you certain? It has such a nice ring to it.” 

Loki teases in this manner until Thor laughs with him, noisy indeed.