Mortals. What was it about them that made them all want to take pictures every damn minute of the day?

Thor was still in the sky, taking upon a view similar to the guardian and the frost giants of the north. A sprawling stadium for football screamed beneath him, responding to something spectacular to them occurring. Cameras flocked around the circular structure at nearly every point, taking recordings of just about every possible thing; the teams, the spectators, the building itself. What was the point? If one really wanted to watch a game, why not just go? It seemed like they were just giving up a lot of their coin for exposure.

Regardless, they were not his concern. He hadn't come to enjoy the game- whatever it was, it never would have been a game in the halls of Valhalla- or make an appearance as an Avenger on behalf of Stark.

No, he was here seeking a target. Heimdall had summoned him hurriedly back in Asgard, warning him of some force sweeping through the lands.

Heimdall had sent him to investigate the beings that had been causing problems. Problem for Thor was that he had no clue what these problems were. Either Heimdall had simply neglected to tell him of the problems they were causing, or he was blind to both their essence and the problems they caused.

He descended from the sky in a slow fashion, landing lightly on top of a large circular sign that signified a soda product logo, Mjolnir in hand one hand and the tracking device in the other. Nobody noticed him up there from down in the stadium seats, everyone's attention firmly pointed elsewhere.

Thor had a rudimentary way of tracking the force given to him by Heimdall. He had been given a general location, as well as a compass toward specified forces. To the user, it appeared as a small, translucent sphere that, upon looking at it from a different angle, showed color in the direction the target was in. It was normally set to search for rogue Asgardians roaming the realms, altered by the guardian and attuned to the force that he had found. It lead him down off the sign, and he followed it, gliding down to the railing in an empty part of the railing.

Nobody had seen him land, thankfully. If he could get through this without causing a scene, then perhaps he'd learn more than he would have otherwise.

The compass felt pulled toward the second deck's suite areas. He passed several game attendees going about different businesses. They all gave him passing glances; Thor would never go to a sporting event, so this must have been some clown pretending to be something he was not like many of the other fans dressed up in different costumes.

Security- or the lone security guard in front of the card-access door to the suites in his twenties- was very attentive about Thor's presence. As Thor stepped up to the door, he put a hand up. "ID, please."

Thor glanced to either side, making sure nobody paid attention. There weren't many people remaining in this area near the entrance to the fancier section, as if there were an unspoken divide between the people who paid for better service and people who couldn't give enough for a sense of privacy.

"I require no identification," Thor said quietly, slightly gravitating off of the ground.

The man, to his credit, did not back down from Thor's increased height and size. "I'm afraid you do." There was something about this man's eyes that reflected a feeling of... anger. "Nobody goes past here without identification and a VIP pass."

"Trust me, friend," Thor said, displaying the compass and hammer, "I have very important business to be about."

Once more, he did not back down. Did he not recognize the Avenger standing before him? He seemed wary of some sort of trick. Perhaps people impersonated him often.

"Turn around and step away, sir," the guard said, raising his hand to his chest and forming a fist. "I have orders."

Orders? He did not know what it meant that a simple event guard would have orders, but Thor knew that he wasn't going to get past this man by talking and he couldn't convince him of his identity without revealing himself to even more people. Sighing, Thor displayed the compass again, twisting it about and displaying its transparency from the angle the guard looked from, as if showing a magic act. 

Then, faster than an eye blink, Thor leapt and appeared around the other side of the man, bringing Mjolnir up and giving the young man a gentle tap on the head. He slackened, falling back into Thor's waiting arms.

Holstering his hammer and compass, Thor took the keycard from his back pocket and opened the door to the suites, dragging the guard in behind him and shutting it. Nobody awaited him in the hall, giving him a chance to deposit the body in the nearest mechanical usage closet.

Taking a breath, Thor took his weapon back out along with the compass. The colored signature was in the first suite on his right. This door required no key, though the pane was tinted to not allow people outside a view inside. He couldn't tell if anyone was in there.

He gently grabbed the knob and pulled on the door, keeping the compass up in front of him. The being was right in front of him. Yet, there was nothing there. The compass showed him a red cloud with a formless shape directly in front of him, but he could see nothing with his unaided eye. 

It was cloaked, then? Keeping the sphere in front of his eyes, he reached out to where the cloud was. It seemed to shy away from his fingers slightly.

Then a small object in the shape of a straight arrow departed from the cloud and struck Thor directly in the chest.

Thor started, dropping the compass and swinging forward in a lunge. Suddenly, he felt disoriented and out of breath, causing him to lose his balance and tumble forward into the well-furnished suite. 

He coughed uncontrollably, hacking over onto his side and losing all senses. What had hit him?

Then, he thought could finally feel something strange about his boots; they were gone. Along with his armor and helmet. His cape remained, giving his head a slight cushion for his continued thrashing. When he came close to a recovery, he felt as if that fit had just been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. Why was that?

He opened his eyes to an angry red smoke filling his vision. His hands automatically searched his body for wounds, bizarrely discovering that all of his clothes save for his cape were gone. What was even more bizarre was that he felt that it was natural for his clothes to be gone.

The smoke soon dissipated, leaving him free to stare at the ceiling lights for as long as he pleased. When he finally decided that it was time enough looking at the light, he rolled over onto his side, finding Mjolnir beside his head.

Along with a pair of green boots. The boots covered two legs up to the knees, at which point the skintight verdant leggings took over in adorning the slender thighs and wide hips of the woman who wore them. Higher still was a matching green shirt that almost covered her midriff before giving up at the belly button. The shirt did do a marvelous job at blocking visual to her behemoth and supremely bulbous breasts, much to his dismay. Her pouted pink lips were marred with frustration, as he could see the gritted teeth in the way her jaw- framed by the crispest blonde hair he had ever seen- was constricted.

Thor quickly climbed to his knees and bowed, placing Mjolnir on its head beside him. "Hail thee, Amora."