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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
Verse One [Action/Voice]
[Action: Locked to Loki]
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
[One moment he had been standing amongst his brothers (and sister) in arms, Tesseract held in a shielded sheath meant to make the passage home simpler. Safer. The day was bright, the battle won, justice to be meted out by his father and while all was not entirely well with the world it was, for a moment, as close as it might come until his family was once again in the fold.
A twist of the wrist, a blinding flare of blue-
And he wakes bereft of his armor, without the Tesseract, and without his brother.]
Loki-
[He surges to his feet, stumbling, teeth grit and braced for battle. No other being could wrest magic in such a way to transport him somewhere aside from Asgaurd- for this is certainly not his home.]
LOKI! [A beat, and then-] Hammer?
[He extends his fist and his will, waiting for Mjolnir to fly to him- but he senses it not. He is without armor and he is unarmed. It makes for a frustrated, puzzled Thor that tromps through the woods, searching for the Tesseract, his brother, and his armor. At odd intervals he calls out either for his brother, or, in a fit of frustration, his hammer. Neither answer.]
[Action: Open]
[After that...enlightening and less than entertaining discussion with his brother, Thor resumes his wanderings, seeking out the village of which Loki spoke. He is as he was when he arrived, save that he is entirely devoid of clothing.
Thank you, brother.
He shall wander until he finds the village, and wander further still until he finds somewhere to clothe himself. When he finds not a single pair of trousers that would fit him left and a pinned note to a truly hideous gown. All the dresses or feminine clothing that might fit him yet remains.
Thank you so, so much, brother.
Later still he sits, wrapped in a toga formed of a bedsheet, picking at a long since emptied plate in Seventh Heaven]
Should any find trousers sufficient enough to clothe an Asgardian I would be most greateful to have them. I might be found at the Tavern of Seven Heavens, feasting on their hot dogs, which they have assured me are not actually made of hounds.
[action; woodsy stuff]
It's hard to miss a flash of bared skin in his vision and harder yet to resist turning his head for a better look. But why resist? It's not every day when he's privy to glimpse of a sculpturesque physique with nearly nothing left to the imagination. With a faint smile he looks Thor up and down, though more down than up. Quite the right ratio of meat to fat on this one.]
'tis rather cold, isn't it?
[His eyes flick back up to Thor's, glittering with amusement.]
[action] i c wat u did ther
Then again his brother lies. Often. To his own amusement.]
Aye, but I have fared far worse. Do you know where I may find the village?
[action]
[He purrs, canting his head as he regards him.]
Perhaps I might.
[action]
[action]
I would truly hate to leave you to suffer, but alas... [--he spreads his hands--] ... I find that promises can be as easily broken as they are made.
[action]
[action]
[He focuses the energies roiling inside him and channels a small measure of it into generating a portal in the form of a magic circle. It expands underfoot, the outer ring of alchemic runes pulsing softly.
Then comes a long, expectant look through his lashes. There is room for two.]
[action]
Suddenly he regrets offering so nebulous a thing as his word and a favor to a man he has just met. He is at a disadvantage. Later, he shall worry over this misstep later.]
I am in your debt.
[He manages with all the dignity he might muster and walks closer, frowning at the circle curiously. It is not like any magic he has seen before.]
[action]
...Well?
[He gestures encouragingly to a place beside himself with a lazy sweep of his arm.]
The village awaits you.
[action]
My thanks.
[action]
[With a quiet smile quirking the corners of his lips and one last, southward glance stolen at Thor, he turns his attention forward, pulling in a slow breath and dredging up magic from within as he does. A glowing column of light rises from the circle and they dissolve within it, the portal shrinking, until there is nothing that remains of them or it, the woods falling still.
When flesh and bone reform and senses catch up, Thor will find himself not only in the village but just outside the clothing shop.
An act of kindness he shall surely remember for a while yet. Because Isaac won't allow for anything else.]
[action]
When you have need of me, I may be found through the journals.
[action]
'til next we meet...
[And as he says it, the light and magic surrounding him are pulsing more strongly and he's already beginning to dematerialize, the white sliver of his smile the last of him to disappear.]
Re: [action]
He will simply step inside and begin his futile search for clothing.
Curse it all, Loki.]