Somehow, Thor ended up at Jane's place despite the missing hospital arc and S.H.I.E.L.D. not yet confiscating Jane's research. He probably landed differently and only took a glancing hit from Jane's car because Kal'thal joined him in the Bifrost.
Kal'thal was right there with them at the astrophysicist's place. Erik, Jane's older research partner, felt like the odd one out during the car ride and immediately bolted when they reached the research... shack in Puento Antiguo, New Mexico.
Jane was all over Thor as he explained the theory of the realms and magic and bridges before he should in canon, and Darcy? She sat in Kal'thal's lap since 'there wasn't enough room' otherwise.
At one point, she had quipped how hard he was - though she meant his blocky plate armor of which the shoulder pauldrons barely fit through the car's already generous door.
With just a thought, Kal'thal suddenly lost his plate armor and instead sat in a regal looking silk shirt and pants combo befitting of his station as a prince of the Sindorei.
"That's convenient," he whispered in Thalassian - unsure how that had happened. Back in Azeroth he didn't have the convenience of a system aiding him in equipping and unequipping items. Wearing armor was a tedious process he was usually helped with by his personal attendants.
"Are you, like, a magic alien or something? What was that language?"
"You may think of me as an alien, though my planet has humans similar to you, and even we call ourselves a 'humanoid' race. Well, in the common tongue. In Thalassian, it sounds a little different," Kal'thal explained with a reassuring smile.
Thor and Jane, not far from the two, both stumbled over the use of 'common tongue' for vastly different reasons but kept to themselves. Seeing actual magic was still registering in Jane's mind, and Thor was busy with his own thoughts.
"And like, that floating crown thing, the gigantic sword, the glowing armor, and that magic bow? What was that all about?"
"As one of the most talented of my people, I was raised to protect them," Kal'thal curtly answered. "Those items help with that. Think of them as magic items created with technology that does not yet exist on this planet."
"Can you do some magic for me?" Darcy, once more sitting in his lap near a little bonfire, asked as she made googly eyes at the elven prince.
Thor frowned at Kal'thal's display and whispered, "I can take off my armor too with the help of my hammer..."
Instead of answering, Kal'thal cast Cleanse Toxins on Darcy to see what would happen to a humanoid in this world if he did. In an instant, the young woman's skin cleared visibly, taking on an otherworldly clear sheen, and she took a deep breath as if she had breathed air for the first time.
"HOLY SHIT!" She screamed at the top of her refreshed lungs.
"What happened?" Jane asked as her head snapped in the direction of her assistant and her elf. "Are you okay, Darcy?"
"Do it for her, too!" She pleaded with Kal'thal instead of answering, and he complied with a shrug and a raised hand.
As the 'little' spell ran its course, the same thing that happened with Darcy happened with Jane as she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"I wonder if that took care of her cancer? No... she probably didn't even have it yet. I don't know if cancer is treated as a disease either... I guess not? But it's funny that their skin cleared up so considerably... Are blocked pores treated as a toxin? None of the elves I lived with ever had skin blemishes to begin with, not even the druids that slept in the dirt to get closer to nature..." Kal'thal amusedly whispered to himself in Thalassian as the two women stared at each other with wide eyes and discussed their newfound youthful and clear skin.
"Now, what will I do with this new life in this world? Will the Ancient One reach out? Does she have a way to send me back to Azeroth? Freeing Illidan of his hatred, giving Sylvanas the chance to deal with her grief without turning into a banshee first, warning the dragon aspects, Khadgar, Rhonin, and Janna, and limiting Gul'dan's schemes - none of it was enough to steer the world's fate to a safe ending with Sargeras still not dealt with and bullshit 25-man raid parties that can resurrect unendingly not existing in that world."
Kal'thal gained a resigned expression and mumbled in Thalassian, "Sure, people like Prophet Velen, leader of the Draenei, were capable of resurrecting whole battalions mid-battle... but people like him were rare. And I got here before the plot advanced enough to find out what will happen to Azeroth now that Sargeras is back for more... I'm sure I would have been a contestant to receive Ashbringer and strengthen it with Azerite if I had stayed in the world..."
With narrowed eyes, Kal'thal eventually looked on at Thor, who was looking in the vague direction of his hammer.
"Will Fury or Hydra come knocking if I stay here? They'll get Jane's research tomorrow or the day after, and Coulson will find me here... do I stick with Thor and follow him to Asgard or stay on Earth? I'm 6'9 according to Jane's tape measure, have pointy ears, and my eyes glow with golden light. I'll stick out like a sore thumb on this planet..."
"What are you talking to yourself about?" Darcy suddenly asked as she once more appeared next to Kal'thal after she finished freaking out with Jane over their 'newfound' beauty.
"I did not come here by choice, and I must plan what to do next," he answered in English. Darcy didn't look like she understood much before a smirk crossed her face.
"I have no long-term plans for you, but I do know what you could do tonight," she whispered conspiratorially as she pumped her eyebrows.
— — —
"You almost split me in two with that thing," Darcy breathed out heavily as she laid on top of Kal'thal who merely cast a small Flash of Light on them both.
As the Light moved through both of their sweating bodies, Darcy's eyes lit up as she sat up with renewed stamina.
"I feel completely new! Are you like a sex demon instead of an alien?" She mischievously inquired as she gently grasped his hardening dick once more.
"For you right now, I very well might be," Kal'thal whispered into her ear and grabbed a handful of her generous bosom.
"Did you do this with many other sex demons where you are from?" She moaned into his ears.
"Elves. The Sindorei and the Kaldorei," Kal'thal corrected but nibbled at her nape to elicit more moans from her regardless. The pleasures of the flesh were a welcome distraction. "And yes, I've been favored by quite a few of them over the years."
That comment could have turned Darcy off immediately - he had just admitted to being a manwhore with no additional context. But the bliss she felt during their first round stopped whatever complaint that could have made its way into her thoughts dead in its tracks.
He'd better not tell her that his most impressive love conquest had been Merithra, future Green Dragon Aspect and daughter of Ysera herself. She had favored him as Kal'thal Ravencrest when he had saved her and the red dragon Caelestrasz in Ahn'Qiraj during the Tauren and Kaldorei reclamation of Silithus. Having knowledge of the raid had helped his people tremendously in the night elves' effort to deal with C'Thun and the brood of Qiraji.
"Ahhhnn," Darcy moaned loudly as he cast a few more low-leveled light spells on her while lightly twisting her nipples - something he learned to do as Kal'thal Theron when he was bedding mana-hungry Sindorei. It wasn't just the mana that pleased them, he eventually learned. It was the soothing energies of the healing light when in the right mood and mindset that truly spiked the pleasure felt thanks to healing magic.
Turning their bodies so that Darcy would be lying underneath him, Kal'thal took charge for the second round and used the woman to vent his anxiety and frustrations over being thrown into yet another world without prompt or goal.
— — —
Nothing he did to interact with the chat panel in his vision worked. He couldn't ask questions or learn something new by trying to interact with the text. All it did was tell him what kind of spell he had used or what kind of action he triggered like when he unequipped his gear or changed his race.
The next morning, Kal'thal sat at the edge of Darcy's small bed that wasn't big enough to allow him a restful sleep. Naked as the day he was born - thrice at this point - Kal'thal tried out his professions. Namely Jewelcrafting and Enchanting.
Just like the prompt had told him, all the tools he needed would appear in his hands the second they came to his mind. Like the mana-triggered, pointed chisel in his hand as he carved a figurine out of a rock he had found laying around outside without having to use a hammer for the chisel. With his strength, a random rock on Earth was feeble like a piece of wax lying in the burning sun on a hot summer day.
[Successfully crafted
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His crafting test was successful, and the chat panel even explained the use to him… but like he suspected, there were no quantifiable markers on how much the increase in any given stat was. Or who was an ally or not. Could he use this ally tag to suss out Hydra agents or Skrull? Without anyone to test it on, Kal'thal couldn't say for sure…
Kal'thal next grabbed a discarded piece of stainless steel and used the tools and a flex of his mana to craft a bland steel band, a ring.
[Successfully crafted
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"Huh, guess I could break the Olympics if they even happen in this Marvel world," Kal'thal mumbled to himself as he regarded the finished ring sitting in his palm. Stamina and endurance had interchangeable meanings in the game of WoW, so he wasn't being literal with just this first ring he created. But any kind of increase in bodily statistics would still be an unfair advantage to any athlete.
Kal'thal flexed his will once more and suddenly he held an intricate runed enchanting rod in his hand instead of his jeweler's tools - the same runic rod he had been using under the tutelage of his uncle Regent Lor'themar whenever he made the time to teach Kal'thal in the most respected craft of the Sindorei. Enchanting.
[Successfully disenchanted
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"Well, that's convenient, at least... I don't have to bother running around with small leather pouches and pinch the right amount of material out of it," the certified Master enchanter - the second highest rank in Silvermoon City - whispered to himself.
Kal'thal had wondered when things like Zen Master or Legion Master ranks would ever appear like they did in the game during the expansions, but the standards of professions were elevated whenever the threat on their world increased and new formulas and recipes were found. The highest rank among common professionals remained at Grand Master in the Azeroth as he knew it with only two enchanters in Dalaran recognized as Illustrious Grand Masters, celebrated as the best of the best.
In his reminiscence, his fingers brushed over the intricate golden ring on his forefinger.
Ilterendi, Crown Jewel of Silvermoon. In the game, it was a legendary item for holy paladins that increased healing for several seconds after the paladin cast Judgment on an enemy. In his life as Kal'thal Theron, it was a gift from his uncle after a successful campaign against the scourge in Northrend. He had helped the leading ranger of their expedition, Sylvanas Windrunner, and his teacher, Lady Liadrin, to clear the threat of Naxxramas among many other things.
With a last look back to the sleeping Darcy who just laid there spread eagle without a care in the world, Kal'thal threw a blanket over the woman, got dressed and made his way to the kitchen to test out his cooking.
A frowning Erik was up reading what looked like a children's book online but he didn't speak with Kal'thal - not even when the tall elf started sniffing everything they had in their pantry and the fridge.
[Successfully crafted
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"You cooked? Why did you cook? How do you know how to cook?"
Kal'thal looked back at Jane, who was blushing up a storm as she barely managed to look him in the eyes. She had heard the entire 'battle' between Kal'thal and Darcy last night and couldn't get a wink of sleep because of it.
"One of my many hobbies. It calms the soul," Kal'thal casually explained. "Grab a plate."
As the two ate in silence, with Erik being too lost in thought to recognize the food in front of him that Jane had put there, the doctorate eventually managed to speak up.
"I'll believe you being an alien more than I do Thor. You know, the eyes and that... magic you do. Do you think Thor is what he says he is? A Norse God?"
"How would the 'elf' know what a Norse God is if he's an alien," Erik mumbled distractedly.
Jane's blush deepened.
"I am not as ignorant of your culture as you might believe. And yes, Thor Odinson is exactly what and who he says he is. But he still has to come to terms with the fact that he is neither god nor king. Not as he is right now, anyway," Kal'thal cryptically explained and finished his food in silence because all three people at the table were lost in their own thoughts.
Until he was done with his meal, none of the three at the table said anything more. So he just gave the two a small silent greeting and stood up.
"Hey - wait!" Jane shouted as the paladin abruptly walked outside, but Kal'thal was already gone by the time she reached outside.
[Skill used: Summon Royal Thalassian Charger]
With a splendidly armored horse that was a construct of his mana and holy light given form thanks to a ritual he did under the teachings of his master Lady Liadrin, Kal'thal was racing through the skies of New Mexico.
The fact that it could fly - a recent advancement in spell research by the paladins of the Silver Hand - came as a pleasant surprise to the elf. He couldn't be sure if this particular recent upgrade had carried over to this… realm.