Prince of Asgard
“God of Thunder?”
Jim was incredulous. First his father just appeared out of nowhere, as if he never died, and now he’s claiming to be a royal Norse god? After gaping for a good moment, Jim had to physically step back and just take a moment to process.
”I understand this may be a lot - “ Thor started before being interrupted.
”Yeah, no shit! You just magically resurrect and walk back into society like coming back from the dead is normal, then say that your a prince of a magical god-land that’s supposed to be mythological!” Jim felt like he was starting to loose it. He swiveled to point an accusatory finger at his mother. “Did you know?”
Winona’s eyes were wide. ”Nope. Not at all,” She scrunched her eyebrows at Thor. “If you were alive all this time, why didn’t you come back?”
”My father forbade it. He claimed it was essential for me to hide my godly heritage, and by your belief in my death, it would remain unrevealed. It does not matter now as we need another god of Thunder.” Thor shrugged and let his gaze bore into his son with the last part.
Jim wanted to slink away and stay far from his father. The look Thor was giving him implied all too much. It frightened Jim. He was not a god - er demi-god - or a prince. He was a starship captain. And that’s what he will remain as, no matter what Thor does or will do.
Winona saw the look too and realized what power her son potentially had. “So, you came to get Jim? For what?”
”One of my people has escaped exile and knows of my mortal family, which poses a threat. I intend to take you all to Asgard for protection, and assist James in discovering his powers so he may help me defeat her.”
”Okay, wait. Hold on a second,” Jim said as he waved a hand in confusion. “One, who is this person? Two, what makes you think I have powers? And three, what makes you think I would willing go with you?”
“Our foe is Amora the Enchantress; a powerful Asgardian maiden that rivals the abilities of Loki, my brother and Asgard’s greatest sorcerer,” Thor continued without skipping a beat. “James, you are my son and royalty of Asgard. There is no doubt in my mind that you have powers, even if they are unequal to that of a full god. And you will come to Asgard as it is your home and the source of your power. You two will be safe there, no doubt, and welcomed.”
Jim snorted. “Good luck getting me to Asgard. I’m not going willingly. And even if I do, my crew will not let me go anywhere without them.”
Thor sighed. “That was what I feared. Humans are unreasonable.”
Winona cut in and placed her hand on her husband’s arm. “Let’s continue this conversation later, when we’re not in a precinct and when this has all sunk in a bit more.“
”I’ve already talked to the police,” Pike interjected. There was a small rush of surprise as Jim had forgotten he was still there. “George is free to go.”
”Great! Let’s reintroduce you to San Fransisco.” Winona suggested.
Thor brightened. “Wonderful! It will be a great first time as a family!
”Yeah, you guys have fun,” Jim said, looking at the time. “I’ve got to meet with a friend of mine. We’ve got a chess match planned.”
”Oh. Have fun.” His mother sounded a tad disappointed.
”Yes, indeed!” Thor chimed, “I hope someday to meet this friend of yours!”
”Yeah, sure, maybe. Gotta go.” Jim rushed out the door without waiting for a response.
He quickly escaped the precinct, not noticing that the little redhead had disappeared. Swiftly, Jim marched back to his apartment, wanting to get away from the chaos of his family. At lot was happening way too quickly.
So he was a was a prince of a mythological land? Jim had heard far more than enough insanity in his time, but this had to take the cake. But who, of course, could forget the cheery on top. He was a demi-god. Of what, though? Back luck or infinite, self-inflicted injury would seem the most plausible, in all honesty. But Thor is the god of Thunder. So does that make Jim the god of lightning? Or the god of courage? Or of strength?
Jesus, help me.