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For a ship of its size, it made a considerably small amount of noise. The engines were exceedingly quiet, a low hum compared to most ships, and on board the ship it was almost as if they weren’t even powered on at all.
Despite the vastness of the ship, there weren’t enough rooms for all of the Asgardians that were on board, their numbers so great that even their new King and his brother, the Prince, had to share rooms with others.
Of course, Thor, being the King of Asgard, has certain privileges, such as only having to have one roommate (poor Loki got stuck with four, though he was happy to know that one was Brunnhilde- and then got royally freaked when he was informed that another was Heimdall) and getting a choice in his roommate.
Thor chose Bruce, since he knew him fairly well- and because he felt he had the best chance at preventing Bruce from Hulking out. He really didn’t want to put Bruce through anything like that again- he knew Bruce was constantly stressing about it, and Thor wanted to ease that stress- even if just by a bit.
Thor was currently sitting in his room, Loki across from him, discussing what was going to happen with their people. Despite being King of Asgard, Thor didn’t really love ruling his people.
Which was why he’d decided that Loki would get to take part in a lot of the decision making. The god of mischief had a lot of helpful insights, and Thor was more than happy to hear his opinion.
It was in the middle of this that a very important question popped into Thor’s mind, and he instantly voiced it.
“Brother, how long will it take us to reach Earth?”
Loki shot Thor a quizzical look, then seemed to remember Thor hadn’t traveled on ships very often, the last time being when they were very young.
“About six or so months,” he replied. “We still have time to decide where we’ll take our people.”
“Six months… is a fairly long time for decisions,” Thor agreed slowly. And also a heck ton of time before Bruce gets to go back home to Earth.
“Means we’ve got time to mull it over. Consider all angles.” Loki pushes himself to his feet, clapped Thor on the shoulder, then left the room, leaving Thor alone with his thoughts.
He didn’t get much time to think, however, before a tired Bruce entered the room, sitting down heavily on the double bed that filled a vast area of the room.
Thor realised that it was around the time that he, and people of earth, like Bruce, would normally sleep. It surprised him that, after the events of that day, Surtur and his sister and the destruction of Asgard and being crowned King, he wasn’t really tired.
Bruce had somehow regained his body after the fight on Asgard, fairly quickly. Thor had been quite prepared to have to put up with the Hulk for a while, but didn’t have to.
“Hey, Thor,” came Bruce’s tired voice, jerking Thor out of his musings.
“Banner!” Thor greeted, slightly over enthusiastically.
“Thor, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bruce?” The scientist dropped his head into his hands tiredly. “Anyway, how was the rest of your day? You know, after the fight and everything.”
“Had some of the healers fussing over the wound on my back a bit too much, but otherwise not bad.”
“What wound on your back?” Bruce’s head had lifted at this, and he sounded worried.
“The wound from…” Thor grew quieter, his last words unintelligible. He didn’t want to worry Bruce.
“Thor, what wound?” Bruce asked more forcefully, and Thor let out a small sigh.
“The wound from Hela deciding to stab me. Don’t worry. I’ve survived much worse.” The god pushed himself to his feet, about to prepare for bed, but found his way blocked by Bruce.
“You didn’t think to mention this? At all?” The scientist shook his head in obvious anger and disappointment. “Even if you’re going to be fine, it’s good for me to know, so I don’t accidentally hurt you more or something.”
Thor slowly breathed out, thinking about Bruce’s words for a moment. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
Bruce yawned, nodding. “I need some sleep.”
“I was thinking of getting some rest, too,” Thor replied, walking into their small bathroom to quickly change.
Thor usually just wore some pants to bed, or a simple covering, but since he was rooming with Bruce, he put on comfortable, slightly loose fitting clothes. He felt it might not be too welcome if he dressed how he normally would for a night’s sleep.
Upon exiting the bathroom, Thor found an already half asleep Bruce sprawled across one side of the large double bed they had to share (all of the single beds had been given to other Asgardians, and it didn’t bother Thor that he had to share a bed with Bruce).
Chuckling softly to himself, Thor carefully pulled the blanket up over Bruce properly so that he wouldn’t get cold, then got into bed himself and slowly drifted off to sleep.