The frequency with which Thor Odinson falls out the sky is probably concerning. For anyone involved.
By the grace of gods no one is hurt when he lands hard enough that it seems like he was forcibly ejected from above, the sky already cloudy, thunder rumbling. Pavement flies as debris as he tears a trench through the road before stilling, apparently unconscious, but before anyone nearby can be overly concerned, there's the whistling of something else flying through. A blockish object hits the ground roughly beside him, pinwheeling at a bounce away again as it skips down the road like a rock tossed over a lake, before finally landing, embedded; the hammer rests with its handle erect, half-buried in shattered cobblestone.
All is quiet, for a moment, but just as Thor begins to think about opening his eyes, tension pulling expression in his face, the sky opens and rain comes crashing down, thick and fast.
(brock marsh)
By the grace of gods no one is hurt when he lands hard enough that it seems like he was forcibly ejected from above, the sky already cloudy, thunder rumbling. Pavement flies as debris as he tears a trench through the road before stilling, apparently unconscious, but before anyone nearby can be overly concerned, there's the whistling of something else flying through. A blockish object hits the ground roughly beside him, pinwheeling at a bounce away again as it skips down the road like a rock tossed over a lake, before finally landing, embedded; the hammer rests with its handle erect, half-buried in shattered cobblestone.
All is quiet, for a moment, but just as Thor begins to think about opening his eyes, tension pulling expression in his face, the sky opens and rain comes crashing down, thick and fast.