[The last thing Thor could remember was going through the Devil's Anus.
The Grandmaster's orgy ship had rattled, threatening to break and/or explode at any moment. Valkyrie (so cool) tried her best to dodge the endless garbage that flew through the Anus, but it was an impossible task. He'd felt the weight of their increasing speed, the throbbing sensation in his temples.
And then, there was darkness. Weightlessness. Nothing.
When consciousness returned to him, he felt the gentle swaying of a boat, heard the creaking steps of someone nearby. It jolted him awake, and he quickly scurried to his feet, shaking his head to try and gather his bearings. Where in Odin's beard was he?
The island to which he was brought was a strange one, but considering he'd been held prisoner for death matches and had just come through——oh, what had Banner called it? Something star something something bridge?——whatever it was (the Devil's Anus), a mostly deserted island seem the least of Thor's worries. He was, however, delighted to see the goats and sheep, and he may or may not have hopped a fence to feed some of them dandelions. He'd even named them after his friends.
Content to stay for a little while longer amongst his newfound companions, he decided to wander the island, poking around for snakes and, in the back of his mind, searching for a way back to his Asgard.]
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[The last thing Thor could remember was going through the Devil's Anus.
The Grandmaster's orgy ship had rattled, threatening to break and/or explode at any moment. Valkyrie (so cool) tried her best to dodge the endless garbage that flew through the Anus, but it was an impossible task. He'd felt the weight of their increasing speed, the throbbing sensation in his temples.
And then, there was darkness. Weightlessness. Nothing.
When consciousness returned to him, he felt the gentle swaying of a boat, heard the creaking steps of someone nearby. It jolted him awake, and he quickly scurried to his feet, shaking his head to try and gather his bearings. Where in Odin's beard was he?
The island to which he was brought was a strange one, but considering he'd been held prisoner for death matches and had just come through——oh, what had Banner called it? Something star something something bridge?——whatever it was (the Devil's Anus), a mostly deserted island seem the least of Thor's worries. He was, however, delighted to see the goats and sheep, and he may or may not have hopped a fence to feed some of them dandelions. He'd even named them after his friends.
Content to stay for a little while longer amongst his newfound companions, he decided to wander the island, poking around for snakes and, in the back of his mind, searching for a way back to his Asgard.]