[ The whole "fictional character" thing was a little lost on Thor. To humans, he was a legend. And they had made up quite the stories about him, his family and his home. That thing with his brother and the horse was a bit odd. He could handle the zombies. Fighting was always thrilling against any monster. And these were in large enough number that it made of for their lack of strategy and intellect.
But what he could not deal with was the idea that this was some how a punishment. He'd been exiled, again. This time to a world which he possessed little knowledge. And for reasons he could not fathom. He had stopped his brother's army. He had helped to save Midgard. What could he have done?
For this reason, he had hardly uttered a word, wrapped up in his own mind since leaving the room in which he woke. ]
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But what he could not deal with was the idea that this was some how a punishment. He'd been exiled, again. This time to a world which he possessed little knowledge. And for reasons he could not fathom. He had stopped his brother's army. He had helped to save Midgard. What could he have done?
For this reason, he had hardly uttered a word, wrapped up in his own mind since leaving the room in which he woke. ]