Poise and Rationality

*Thor* · 08-17-2014, 05:01 PM

OOC: Loki is welcome to join later.

Dazed, the brute lay on his side at the bottom of a ravine. He vaguely remembered falling; the sliding of the rocks underfoot, the crack as the very foundation that he'd placed his trust in gave way. There was a rush, the feeling of his stomach lifted up into his throat, the ground rushing up on him...and then darkness. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but the sky above him was much changed from the last time he'd laid eyes on it. Thor shook, chilled to the bone. Or was he? The ground was warm, he could feel the waves of heat rolling off it, see the shimmer over top. The warmth soaked into him but did little to stop the shaking that overtook his body. The brute wasn't entirely sure he could stand.

Nauseated, Thor pinched his eyes shut and focused on breathing, trying to will away the violent rolling of his stomach, the feeling that the ground beneath him was tilting. He groaned and retched, almost losing the contents of his stomach before his jaws slammed shut. Much was out of his control, but if there was one thing he was loath to do, it was vomit all over himself. Forget the blood dripping from his nose and the dust that coated him; he refused the indignity of such a show of weakness.

After many long minutes of near-sickness, the brute's stomach settled and he was able to open his eyes. From there he attempted to rise, but the world lurked so sharply that he was tossed back to the ground in an unbearable fit of nausea. Once more Thor's eyes closed as he resigned himself to waiting. Pride kept him from calling out and he recognized that yes, it was the same pride that may very well kill him if he didn't recover soon.

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