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As the light shown through the quinjet, Sigurd yawned. It was a long trip from New Asgard to New York, even for the world's best jet. However, it was probably due to Happy Hogan's proficiency with this jet probably also caused him to go slower. No worries though, as jet lag was always going to be an issue. Lord knows Sigurd ran into that during his trip there. Luckily it only lasted a day? If he remembers correctly? Its been a long time since then. 

He stood up from his seat, stretched, and went to look at himself in the mirror. People will remember what they first see, and he needed to make the best first impression. Minor panic swept over him due to dishonoring Asgard with his appearance was not the best he could do. His hair was a mess. Clothes were scuffed. There wasn't enough shine in the armor. Nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix. So with a deep breath, he went to work.

Which... Admittedly took longer than he intended. What were the seats made out of to do this? Granted, even Sigurd knew he was nitpicking the armor as he simply set it in a seat next to him after getting into the jet, but still. His hair was standing up more than when he got shocked by some mage's lighting strikes for his endurance training. Hopefully that mage was doing alright, and wasn't facing any issues with Enchantress running everything. Luckily there are other magic instructors there. Maybe someone could stop her back home?

He sighed. '[color=fff200][i]Whatever is going on over there, it should be fine.[/i][/color]' he thought, '[color=fff200][i]This is just temporary and... She has been good thus far, right?[/i][/color]' He had to calm down. Everything was going to be alright back home.

After cleaning himself up for about an hour, he donned his armor and put Hofund at his side. No scuff marks. Shining armor. Helmet hair was going to be a bit of an issue, but hopefully it wasn't going to be terrible. Making his way to the cockpit, he caught Happy prepping the vehicle to land. "Nearly there," said the man, a bit nervously. "[color=fff200]That's good. Thank you for the safe trip Sir Hogan,[/color]" Sigurd smiled, trying to ease the man's tension, but he got a confused look before briefly returning to silence.

Granted, that was alright. The New York skyline was worth the silence. The morning sun coming up across the building skyline. Almost reminded Sigurd of Asgard, just more grey than gold. New York was his old home, and it was nice to be back after seven years. Maybe he would even get to try something call boba tea that many people on the internet have mentioned? After all, he did briefly explore some social media outlets on his phone before coming here. He knew he had to bond with his teammates, and doubted they would want to train with him. Maybe this was a middle ground? Though the vile nature of some of the people on there have had Sigurd delete some of those apps off his phone.

Wasn't long before Happy looked back at Sigurd. "Please have a seat. We are approaching our destination." Sigurd smiled and silently went back to take his seat. A few minutes later, the quinjet landed, and Happy made his way back. "Do you want help in carrying anything?" "[color=fff200]No. I believe I have it. Can you show me to my room though?[/color]" Sigurd smiled as he lifted all of his bags. "Alright. That is on the way."

Happy quickly led Sigurd down the halls and stopped by a hallway filled with doors, before quickly opening one. "Alright. You can leave everything here. We'll just say this is yours. Actual dormmates will be given out later." "[color=fff200]Thank you,[/color]" Sigurd said as he quickly walked in and placed everything on the ground before leaving. Another quick tour later, and Sigurd made his way out into the large courtyard. A large statue of the world's finest was standing right in the center, and Sigurd smiled.

He quickly made his way over to the large green man, who he could only imagine was the Hulk, and made his way in line behind two others. As they stepped away, he walked forward and bowed. "[color=fff200]Greetings Sir Hulk. It will be a pleasure joining the academy.[/color]" though he quickly stood back up afterwards and held out his hand.

The handshake was strong and stiff, but had a gentle side to it, probably just to not break or bend anything. Despite the more calm nature of Professor Hulk, Sigurd has heard too many stories about his great strength, so it was appreciated. With that, he simply stood to one other side, keeping a stern look out across at any other student who appears.