1964-06-22 - Summer Cooldowns
Summary: While running an errand, Captain Marvel sees Thor! And Frost Giants!
Related: 'None'
Theme Song: Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
carol-danvers thor 


This trip to Midgard is not going as well as previous ones for Thor, Prince of Asgard— as evidenced by the car that lands on his head.

The Asgardian catches it (mostly) and lands on his back, and then shoves the car aside with a violent push of his scalemail-clad arms.

"Odious cur," he snarls, kicking to his feet. His eyes go wide and he scrambles backwards in a crab walk as the frost giant— a relatively small specimen at twelve feet— roars, rushes at him, and swings a battle axe made of hoary frost and ice. Thor kicks his ankles apart at the last second and the battle axe blade buries itself between his knees.

He blanches at the near miss, then kicks off the rooted axe and rolls in midair, grabbing for Mjolnir neatly as it soars towards his grasp. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he whips Mjolnir skywards and flies out of range of the trio of frost giants, trying to steal a moment to get his wind.

It's no invasion force— but the Jotuns are out for blood and fun, causing mayhem and destruction for not other reason than to spread fear and carnage.

Thor narrows his eyes and with a shout, flings Mjolnir at the Jotuns for extra acceleration and divebombs, gripping the leather thong to let the missile carry him along with it.

*

Captain Marvel was just happening to be flying on a routine patrol, carrying a small satchel under one arm when she saw the frost giants running amok. She then changes course, streaks of golden light following her as she moves to engage.

Raising herself up to hover at about eye level for the giants, she shouts, "Stop Right There!" To back up her words, she fires a blinding flash of light from her hand, intent on blinding the giants and (hopefully) getting them to stop and reconsider what they're doing.

Of course, if Carol had read more Norse mythology, she might realize that frost giants aren't the most reasonable of beings…

*

The lead frost giant blinks and covers his eyes, roaring in outrage as Carol blinds it with a surge of that dynamic light. He swings at the air and misses, his heavy blade cleaving a parked station wagon almost in two.

One of the other frost giants starts to react, but Thor hits the third like a ton of freight train off the rails and smashes him backwards twenty yards and into the side of a building. The uninjured giant hisses and flings a hand at Carol, and the air temperature around her drops to skin-numbing temperatures as the magic of the Jotuns sucks heat and energy from around her.

*

Captain Marvel suddenly glows brighter, "Buster, I fly through outer space for a living… this is nothing!" Well, it's not nothing, but she's not going to admit that the attack is working as she focuses her energy, giving the frost giant chilling the air a powerful energy blast right to the chest.

Seeing Thor arrive, she shouts, "Hey, you know these guys?" She flies upwards after the energy blast, trying to get some distance as the chilling effect might have more of an adverse effect than she led on, getting back to a direct line with the Sun if nothing else to warm up a bit.

*

The Jotun stumbles and collapses to one knee in pain as heat boils away the icy flesh around its hoary heart, grasping at a ribcage and making a low, chuffing sound of agony. The very air vibrates with his deep basso, but already a stream of icy mist spatters against the wound as the Jotun heals itself.

The leader, recovering already, bellows rage at Carol and takes a more direct approach— he grabs a nearby fire hydrant and flings two hundred pounds of cast iron at her like a fastball. Water geysers into the air and immediatealy starts freezing as it comes near the latent magics of the giants.

"Aye, 'tis Jotuns on raid!" Thor bellows at Carol, punching his giant in the face and then grappling with it— too close to use his hammer effectively. "They are allies of neither Midgard nor Asgard!"

*

Captain Marvel oofs as the fire hydrant hits her, the momentum of the throw sending her sailing back even as she did manage to catch it before it hit. Shaking her head a bit at the impact, she then narrows her eyes at the leader, then spins around like she's about to throw a shotput… only the shotput is a two hundred pound fire hydrant. Then she releases, aiming dead center at the lead giant as she shouts, "IN THE NAME OF THE CITY, COUNTY, AND STATE OF NEW YORK, I ORDER YOU THREE TO RETURN FORTHWITH TO YOUR PLACE OF ORIGIN OR THE NEAREST CONVENIENT PARALLEL DIMENSION!"

Well, it was worth a try.

*

The Jotun balks when Carol throws the hydrant BACK at him, and manages to get an arm up— but the hydrant is moving twice as fast as he'd thrown it, and unlike Carol— nimble and airborne— he's heavy and rooted to the ground. The hydrant smashes through his sword, his upraised arm, and tearing half of his shoulder and upper arm off. The Jotun falls down, screaming in pain and staggering as ice-blue blood splatters on the ground.

Thor manages to get a handle on his hammer, grabs his Jotun by the wrist, and throws Mjolnir backwards. The momentum of the weapon's strap on his wrist hauls them both away from the wall and he manages to get enough reach to swing the weapn and smash the Jotun in the head, crippling it badly.

He roars in pain as a fresh blast of frozen Jotun magic hits him square in the back, frost immeidately concgealing on his armor and hair.

*

Captain Marvel blinks in surprise at the damage her throw did, but well… time to worry about injured marauders later. Right now, she needs to stop the last one that's attacking Thor. Picking up speed, she flies down and does a quick pass by, blasting it with another energy bolt as she moves rapidly by, shouting, "You okay down there?" Mainly because she's looking to distract it by having it try to hit a far speedier and harder-to-hit target than, say, the blonde beefcake with the hammer.

*

"Aye, merely a bit chilled!" Thor shouts back, trying to fight the sudden cramp of muscles. Space is cold, sure, but this is magic— an altogether different beast. It saps at will and energy alike, and even the redoubtable Asgardian feels the icy talons clawing at his heart.

That doesn't stop him from twisting at the hips and fastballing his hammer at the last Jotun, and Carol gives him a perfect opening. It takes the giant between the shoulderblades, *cracking* the spine, and the beast collapses to the ground in thunderous agony.

Overwhelmed and overwrought, the two surviving Jotuns grab one another and the ground around them freezes over in a flash. They disappear into the ice— and then it all melts, and the temperature of the city starts to return to normal with the cold magics of Jotunheim leaving with the invaders.

*

Captain Marvel soars around, then lands near Thor, offering him a hand, "Wow, that was pretty good work." She pauses and eyes the Thunder God, tilting her head a little, "Um. this sort of thing happen often where you're from? Because I know for New York this is a bit weird. Even for here. And I've seen crystal death spiders, zombies, and talking mutant apes." And that's just the tip of the iceberg, really. No pun intended.

*

Thor looks at Carol and grips her wrist, a warrior's salute for the blonde woman. "Nay, 'tis a most uncommon occurrence and a troubling one," Thor frowns. "Asgard is rounded by high walls of strong magic; to penetrate our borders is a fool's errand at best and suicide on average. Midgard has no protections save that which Asgard pledges. The Jotuuns crave excitement of battle, and I know not what propels them to these shores," he says, scowling mightily at the Jotuun corpse melting into a puddle.

"But you acquitted yourself well," he grins at Carol, dismissing his scowl just as easily as it came. "Strike them hard and fast, burn and break the ice; they fall as readily as aught else which bleeds."

*

Captain Marvel grins, returning the strong grip for Thor as she nods, "Thanks. Striking hard and fast is something of a specialty of mine. Captain Marvel, though I used to call myself Warbird." She gives Thor a curious look, "Have we met before? You seem a little familiar for some reason." Which, well, was when he wasn't exactly all too aware of who or what he was, admittedly. Though Carol hasn't changed much, aside from the name.

*

"I … perhaps?" Thor says, apologetically. "There… was a fellow about here who resembled me for some time," he hedges. "It is possible you see his face in mine. Well met, though, Captain Marvel," Thor tells the blonde aviator. "Your timing was most fortuitous— I welcome battle but did not relish a three-on-one combat with the Jotuun. Even the weakest of them can kill an unawary warrior, and skilled as I am even the mightiest can be felled by the auspices of misfortune."

*

Captain Marvel winces a bit, "You're telling me… that fire hydrant came at me pretty fast. Think I might have popped a rib there." She stretches a little, then focuses, glowing a bit brighter as she continues, "Fortunately, I heal fast, and I don't melt. Or at least, not quite like that." She eyes the puddle that was an opponent, then looks at Thor, "I guess you're a warrior go… wait. You're Thor, aren't you? I met a guy that prayed to you. Which I thought was bunk, until I got hit with a lightning bolt that supercharged me like crazy."

*

t "Aye, I am Thor," the big man says, lifting his chin. "Prince of Asgard, and the God of Thunder. I have some few adherents of the old pagan ways left on Midgard; I know not the fellow by name, but I am pleased that my name gave you the strength to carry forward into battle!" he tells Carol. "But I am chief of all a warrior, yes; defender of Midgard and Asgard, and protector of all the Nine Realms."

*

A laugh at that, "Well, literally. The person I was fighting was draining out my energy reserves, so that lightning was a welcome boost." She grins, "Well, I can definitely respect that, though I consider myself a soldier and protector here around the city… well, the world, really. But for some reason this city just seems to attract some of the worst." She then gives Thor a wry look, "And some of the best, too. Glad you happened to be around for this."

*

"Aye, sometimes fate conspires to land us where we are most needed," Thor agrees, flashing a grin at Carol. "At other times, we must merely endeavour to be active and aware, and let things fall where they may."

"So, a warrior?" Thor asks, examining Carol speculatively. "Yet you wear neither armor nor arms. A risky proposition even for a most skilled opponent," he points out to heer.

*

Captain Marvel grins, "Well, I'm pretty strong, invulnerable, heal quickly, and can also do this." Spying the trashed and dented fire hydrant, she fires an energy blast at it, pulverizing the poor abused city property. Queue the headline from the Daily Bugle: HEROIC HYDRANT TRASHED BY SO-CALLED PROTECTOR.

Then Carol glances back at Thor, tilting her head, "I mean, I don't have a spear and magic helmet or anything, but I can hold my own in a fight." With that, she grins at the Thunder God, "Did you just arrive here in New York?"

*

Thor's brows lift at Marvel's casual display of martial power, lips pursing. "I shall not question your capability again!" he assures Carol, laughing easily.

"Nay, two days prior," Thor says to her question, shaking his head. "I've been absent York for some time now; in my absence, diplomatic relations between Midgard and Asgard stalled. I've come with fellow allies and Asgardians to establish ourselves here once again, and while I was savouring the sun and the free skies on my way to an afternoon meal—" he gestures vaguely around.

*

Carol nods, "Yeah, I was just on my way ba…" She blinks suddenly, then says, "Um, be right back!" Suddenly she takes off into the sky, flying around the rooftops as she looks for where she put that small paper bag before the fight started. Fortunately for her, it's right where she left it, and Carol peeks inside the bag to make sure everything is intact.

*

"Er, of couir—" Thor blinks but waits patiently for Carol to return, foot drumming against the ground while Carol flies off to find… something on the rooftop.

A few pedestrians come out from the carnage, and Thor smiles at them and waves. "Hi. Hello," he greets, cheerily, before slapping Mjolnir into his palm. He drums his fingers on the steel.

Tap tap tap, tap tap. Tap tap.

He tosses Mjolnir and catches it by the handle, and cranes his neck to see where Carol got off to.

*

Captain Marvel comes back down, and bears a rather odd-shaped thing in a paper bag, it looks vaguely square and flat. She smiles a bit, "Sorry about that, I just wanted to make sure I didn't forget this." She shrugs a bit, looking actually somewhat sheepish.

*

"'tis of no consequence," Thor says, shaking his head reassuringly at Carol. There's a distant whoop of sirens, and he frowns, then gestures towards the roofs with his hammer. "Though perhaps I should join you away from the scene," he remarks. "The police are coming to take their statements of the event and I am sure many witnesses will make for a long day. I'd prefer not to idle hours away establishing things over and over with them," he chuckles.

He grips Mjolnir in his hand and with a welcoming wave, flies skywards on his own power to head towrds a nearby high-rise, away from the sounds of the city.

*

Captain Marvel sighs, looking over at the approaching sirens, and… well, this is the part of the job that is never fun. Of course, she's an Avenger now, and a Responsible Hero, so of course she has to stay. Though she does wave as Thor flies off, "Yeah, um, see you around!" She looks back in her bag, muttering, "God, I hope she likes Dell Paxton."

*

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