Fandral of Asgard
It had been roughly two years since he made his vow. When, he, Sif and the other two of the Warriors three came for Thor, the Crown Prince, he made a vow to Thor to watch over Jane Foster and her friends in case Loki returned while they returned to Asgard. There has been no word. Once a month, he returned to the spot where the Bifrost deposited them. He always made a brief report to Heimdall and returned to the small town in New Mexico where he had been watching over Jane Foster.
After a while, he became involved with Darcy. She was an imaginative partner, smart and athletic. He was very fond of her. She very much made the time he had spent with her. After a while, she made him remember her true love of old. Marian. He loved Marian once many many years ago. It was Marian's memory that made him swear off true love. He loved women, truly he did. But it simply hurt too much.
So back to the present. Outside of time with Darcy, life in this little town was boring. He remembered the time just after his fellow Asgardians left. He spent way too much time talking to the "nice people" from Shield. Several days, taking to Son of Cole. Later he learned the man's real name was Coulson. A very smart and very pleasant when he needed to be, agent of the "Government" here. Fandral was careful not to reveal a great deal about Asgard. Just enough to lend credence to the facts he had told them.
Then it happened. Attacks around the world, some terrorist group calling themselves Hydra. After the ancient monster of Greece. He had met some of the Olympians. Overall not bad folks the Olympians. A bit stuck up perhaps, but that was the nature of certain people. Still, it felt wrong. He had grown to know the people of this small town, Erik, Jane and Darcy. Good people, he had made a Vow, to protect them and Midgard to Thor, the Crown Prince himself.
He took his motorcycle and went back out to the Bifrost landing site.
"Heimdall, I know you can hear me. I swore an oath to Thor to protect Midgard and his friends here. Tell him, there is war here Heimdall. Tell him, Fandral keeps his Oaths Heimdall. Tell him and Sif, Hogun and Volstag. "
He went back to the odd dwelling where his friends lived. He used the phone that Darcy had bought for him as a present and tried to call Coulson. He left a message... and sighed to himself. Nothing could ever be easy.
He said his goodbyes to Darcy. Gave her his sound reasons to volunteer. She cried and cursed him. Throwing things. He had mixed feelings. He was proud in a way. It meant that she really cared. As he gathered his things, he wore a smile.
Before he left he spoke to Jane and Erik.
"Jane Foster, Erik, I thank you for sharing your lives with me. Being kind to me, a stranger, and showing me such hospitality. I swore an Oath to Thor to protect you, to protect Midgard. With the attacks, I must go and keep my vow."
Of course, they sputtered and came up with reasons he shouldn't go. He gave them a deep nobleman's bow and left.
He got on the Motorcycle and drove. It was relaxing in a way. When next he checked his phone, Coulson had finally left a message... in so many words, go to New York. By the time he finally received the message he had driven into Texas. He took some time for a meal before continuing.
Twenty four hours later he arrived in New York. He had taxed himself. He had gone maybe 30 hours with only a couple of meal stops. He was tired for the first time in a long long while, and slightly lost.
He could tell he wasn't in the best part of town. There were a lot of Dark skinned people, African, Hispanic and none of them seemed to like Blond men very much. He and his duffle bag went into something that seemed very much like a motel. At least, he thought it was a motel. Three very large dark skinned men seemed to object to his presence.
Even in his present, very tired condition, it was a very brief objection to his presence. These men weren't used to having an Asgardians in their presence. He did try to be gentle. He caught a few hours sleep, more than enough when the sunrise woke him up. When he got outside of the hotel, wearing a brown leather jacket, western style shirt, motorcycle boots and carrying his duffle bag he saw a woman.
One among several of course. There was something about her. The way she walked, subdued but she walked like a panther, a predator at rest. Yet, she was just another of these girls. Odd, it stuck out in his mind. He has been a warrior for well over a thousand years. He knew a warrior when he saw one.
Here was a woman as dangerous as any mortal he had ever seen, working as a red lantern girl. It boggled the imagination.
End time estimated 10 PM est, Friday
@Camleen