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[stopmjolnirtime]

Threads that don't fall into posts or logs, sneaky private gatherings or midnight rendezvous. Whatever your fancy.

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saaaaanctum/just gonna leave this here - text day 144

[sorryitasedyou]

Hey - I need to nail down a few things. Let me know if you have a minute or thirty.

[Awkward brainwashing is awkward... And she definitely hasn't breached this topic with Loki yet - one Asgardian at a time.]

text day 144

[stopmjolnirtime]

I am here whenever you have need of me, Darcy. Ask away.

text day 144

[sorryitasedyou]

I'm gonna make some grilled cheese - meet me in the kitchen?

[Food might help ease them into the conversation. Hopefully.]

text day 144

[stopmjolnirtime]

Of course! Shall I prepare some soup of tomato to accompany this grilled cheese?

text day 144

[sorryitasedyou]

You're a mind reader. I'll be out in a minute.

text day 144

[stopmjolnirtime]

The soup shall be bubbling on the stove. Fear not.

text > perma-action

[sorryitasedyou]

[It takes her a few minutes to actually work up the nerve to leave her room and head out to talk to him, gathering up her laptop and notes before heading out to the kitchen.

Putting her stuff down on the kitchen table, she grabs a pan to start heating it up for the grilled cheese before she moves to start actually prepping the sandwiches. She debates actually saying something but the words don't come to her - not yet. So she focuses on the sandwiches hoping he'll break the awkward ice she's formed.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[ Thor is more than able to begin preparing the soup, dropping the cubes in a pot of simmering water, stirring them until they morph into something that smells of rich tomato and spices. Tis all that he need do for this, save comfort Darcy. Which he does by extending an arm to her once she draws close. ]

What weighs so heavily upon you, little warrior?

[sorryitasedyou]

[She doesn't resist it when she passes him to grab a knife for the butter, letting out a small sigh.]

Bifrons - they... They screwed with my memories. The stuff about Loki - it's all jumbled and confusing. I've been getting bits back here and there but it's messy and I need to nail down some things that are real and start keeping track of it. That's why - I haven't talked to Loki yet, I wanted...

[Even her attempts to explain it are chaotic, letting out a deeper sigh than the one before as she runs a hand through her hair.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

...You wished to be certain of what was true and what was their lies.

[ He had thought what they had done to his brother insult enough, and now? Now they twist the memory of him in those that he cares for most. One way or another he shall drown those responsible in their own blood. For all his frustrations the hand he rests upon her is gentle. ]

Speak, and I shall hear you and offer that which I know to be true.

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah.

[There are the words she was trying to get out. It seemed easier when someone else said them - gave them a different value than she'd been attempting to assign to them.]

But I think food first.

[Because she didn't want to try and do this on an empty stomach, breaking the hold after a long moment to quickly prep the sandwiches and get them in the hot pan.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Soup and sandwiches, comforting fare for someone deserving of that comfort.

[sorryitasedyou]

[She gets to work on the grilling the sandwiches, the hot pan making it easier. She doesn't say anything as she watches the sandwiches, sorting out just what she wants to touch on and what's not ready yet.

Transferring them to plates, she grabs a knife cutting them both into four small triangles to make it easier with the soup before handing him one of the plates.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[ The soup is simple enough. Rich broths never took too much tending once they were of the appropriate temperature. once the sandwiches were prepared he ladled them out bowls of the soup and set them upon the table, sitting so he might be close to her level. ]

What is on your mind, Darcy?

[sorryitasedyou]

[She grabs some parmesan, or the dome equivalent, from the fridge to sprinkle on the soup before settling at the table. She focuses on the food for a moment rather than the question. When she's actually ready, she gives a small sigh, spoon poking at the soup.]

I don't even know where to start. There's so much that could be wrong, but are - were Loki and I close?

[stopmjolnirtime]

...The Loki of our world, no. You and he have never met. Here in this place many strange things come to pass. There is a Loki that is much like the one I know but-

[ It stung to think. To know. TO say the words as quiet as possible did not diminish the depth of their betrayal. The weight of his guilt in thinking them, speaking them. ]

Better. A better man. A better brother. A better warrior. I know not what changes were made in our lives to make this come to pass but- in his realm? You and he were close. He looks upon you as I look upon you. As a younger sibling. Someone dear to us. While I am not the Thor he knows and you are not his Darcy he still took you under his wing and took care to treat you kindly in hopes of rekindling that friendship.

Aye, Darcy. I should say that you are close.

[sorryitasedyou]

[She's more grateful than she can even begin to express when he starts at the beginning. She doesn't want to assume anything. It's easier to rebuild what's real and what's fake with a solid base.

She takes a bite of the sandwich, giving a small frown.]

I remember him both as what you described but also someone shut out, antisocial? I... I'm guessing that second one's wrong.

[stopmjolnirtime]

Memories poured into you by Bifrons. These are false. Loki has ever been a terribly social creature and this one no less so.

[ He rests a hand upon her back, something to ground her. ]

They wish to make him appear a fool. He is not.

[sorryitasedyou]

[It made sense, a lot more realistic than the other him she'd known or sort of knew in a fake way.]

But they didn't get to you, right?

[Because she didn't know how deep this went, or if something might have altered with him. It didn't seem like it from the way he was talking, but then again she didn't want to take anything at face value.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Their tricks do not work on all Immune at all times. They have attempted to make me forget Lucas Bell, I have not. They have attempted to turn my mind against my own kin- and I shall not. I am uncertain if the pattern shall hold but I am certain that it will cause them some frustration if it does.

[sorryitasedyou]

[That was both fantastic and worrying because no doubt if he irked them enough they might actually do something about it.]

I don't - if something happened to you too...

[She doesn't want to think about it, but anything was possible.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I shall find my way back. No matter how muddled my mind or bruised my body, I shall return to you. I swear.

[sorryitasedyou]

Don't make promises like that.

[Because it's definitely not something she can promise him. Although she's trying to get everything back to how it was at least on her end. People come and go and sometimes it's out of their control.

Shaking it off, she pulls out some of her notes to hand over so he can look at them. They include Loki finding her after Amalric died, her hanging out with him before she and Thor went ice skating, having beer floats in the kitchen with the two of them, and the most muddled stuff from when they went outside the dome the first time.]

That's what I've got pretty much sorted out but the last one is the trickiest.

[stopmjolnirtime]

I have and I will keep it. Nothing in the nine realms can prevent me from keeping my word once given. And I have given my word.

[sorryitasedyou]

[There's no arguing with him. She's not even gonna try - not anymore.]

Ok.

[She sets aside the pages, taking a bite of the soup before trying to think again.]

We went ice skating, right?