Verse One [Action/Voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[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.

Comments

Hello, brother

[complicatedliar]

Loki had taken Vakri out for his daily ride when he heard the noise. It was like a wounded bilgesnipe crashing through the underbrush, but significantly less pleasant. Loki recognized the sound instantly.

Ugh. Him. Again.

Only this time, Loki only really found annoyance in his heart. It had been over half a year since he'd last seen that idiot Thor, and things had changed a great deal. Loki had a family now, of sorts, and a certain amount of confidence that they would not abandon him. He had a lover who wanted him for himself. To Hel with Thor, really.

Loki dismounted and bid Vakri to stay, well out of sight of where Thor was wandering and shouting. Then he approached quite invisible.

He wasn't stupid, though. He made an illusion of himself and let that talk to Thor.

"Oh," he said. "It's you. Again."

I hate your face and everything connected to it

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Ham-" A voice without any footsteps, without any sign of someone having wandered into the glade across from him. Just that tone, that face and at least one thing he sought has now been found.

"Loki." Expression thunderous he stalks forward. Finally something that he can make sense of. Something that is familiar- except...

There isn't that much familiar in this Loki at all. He's less. He does not resemble the man he was to take back to Asgard with him. Thor's stride slows. Stops.

"...what do you mean, Again?"

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

That's strange, actually, that they aren't.

I believe they're made of pork, but I should look into that.

[It doesn't... necessarily sound like she's talking to him as much as observing it out loud]

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Why not simply call them pork sausage if that is what they are?

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

Don't know of any "Asgardian" size on clothes, can't you be more specific? Big? Small? Deformed? Smurfed?

[Voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Large, larger than that of the average Midgardian. I fear my brother has taken all that might have suited my purpose and hidden them.

[wildbluevagner]

[Kurt stops by Seventh Heaven for lunch, wearing his usual casual clothes, complete with baggy pants and exposed boxers.

He does a double take when he sees Thor in his attire. This must be a joke of some sort, right? Kurt tries to play along, giving him a knowing smile and chanting.]

Toga! Toga! Toga!

[stopmjolnirtime]

[The attention is somewhat startling at first, though Thor settles into good humor within a heartbeat, grinning at the young Midgardian.]

I take it you find my attire pleasing?

1/3

[savedtheworld]

[Aang was wandering through the forest hesitantly. Lately, being around people just made him anxious. And fearful. So going on nature walks was relaxing and calming - and something he normally did anyway, so he was less likely to arouse his housemates' suspicions.

He hears some rustling nearby and hesitantly looks over. It sounds like another person.

Oh, it's Thor! Aang's afraid to see him, but he remembers him. They'd only talked a few times but he missed the big gu-

Wait.

Wait.]

[savedtheworld]

[Oh god, there's no... there's nothing!]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang is almost instantly air scooting the hell out of there.]

( Video )

[padme_amidala]

( She can't quite contain her amusement - and she is certainly not looking at anything but his face - but she does feel bad for him. )

I will keep my eyes open for you.

( Video )

[stopmjolnirtime]

Jane?

[He manages not to bellow in his excitement to see his lady love in the pages of this journal.]

I did not know you were here as well, else I would have looked for you-

video; | who else but steve would have pants that would come near to fitting him tho?

[neversurrender]

[Since this is not Thor's first appearance here, and because Steve has gotten used to flow of people going and going, he's not surprised to hear that Thor is back. He's much too distracted by the fact that his teammate is lacking pants.]

Uh, hello Thor. Stay where you are. I think I might have something you can wear. I'll bring it over right away.

video | Steve you are his favoritest ever

[stopmjolnirtime]

Good Captain!

[Loki had spoken of the Avengers being present in the village, but he had not hoped to meet them so soon. At least not until he found clothing of his own.]

I would appreciate it greatly and would be in your debt.

Video

[tea_lover64]

[At least he had something on now]

That is a creative use of a sheet. I believe there should be some places where clothing can be made for you. I'm not certain if anyone is particularly a tailor, but from I have gathered some are certainly capable.

Video

[stopmjolnirtime]

Should I be unable to find anything suitable before the day's end I shall seek out the tailors on the morrow; but I thank you for the note. I was not aware that there were such skilled individuals in the village.

Action; around the village

[hero_of_smiles]

[Of course on the day he finally goes to get more winter clothes that this happens. The birds were singing, the sky was...well dark and a very large and unclothed man was wandering around. UH-What?

He has to do a double take to see if he's seeing things correctly.

Yup, that's a very naked man all right. Just going to slap his hand over his eyes.]

If you're wanting people to rate your butt I'm not sure this is the way to do it!

Action; around the village

[stopmjolnirtime]

Should my lack of attire offend you've my apologies, but I am attempting to find where I might purchase clothing as mine has been taken.

[As though he were discussing something no more significant than the weather. Nudity is no large problem for him.]

[ action]

[not_a_troll]

[Wait...wait, Other Thor returned? And Other Thor wanted trousers suitable for an Asgardian? Loki can provide.]

Do not fret, Other Thor, I shall bring you trousers suitable for an Asgardian. Please stay seated and do not leave your spot!

[Loki's got this! You are destined to receive the most ridiculous pair of pants you have ever seen in your very long life.

He gestures enthusiastically and heads off to return with these pants]

[ action]

[stopmjolnirtime]

...Other Thor?

[That is most puzzling first and foremost- the second is that it seems as though this is a younger version of his brother- and then, most puzzling still, are the trousers.

They are certainly....trousers.]

...Loki?

[action; woodsy stuff]

[relictusdeus]

[The hunt has gone well and little time wasted - and with two skinned, gutted rabbits dangling from his belt and haversack packed to the brim with tinder and chunks of dried wood, he readies himself to teleport back to his hole in the ground. But that's when someone familiar comes rustling through the woods.

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

[stopmjolnirtime]

[He notes the other man stalking through the wood readily enough- was this the gatekeeper his brother hinted at? Between the carcasses hung from his shoulders and his attire it could be guessed to be true.

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]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla's out in the woods, practicing flying around tree branches and bushes quickly when she spots a naked guy. She's so startled that she almost crashes into him, stopping just a few inches short. She backs up, but pointedly hovers above the ground enough that she's level with him and can focus on looking at his face.]

...oh wow, are the Malnosso getting cheap and not even bothering to give men pants now?

[Action]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[Curiouser and curiouser, first his brother in a better mind than he has been in a great while, talking animals, and now flying young women. What in the nine realms is this place?

Thor takes a step back when she approaches at so high a speed but without any attack present he simply offers a smile. As she is willing to talk, she clearly means no harm.]

My ill fortune is of my own making, I fear.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue was just going on a brief ride through the forest before it got dark, enjoying the brisk autumn air. She was not expecting to run into any New Feathers, but she wouldn't have been too surprised if it happened. After all, it was apparently the season. Again.

Either way, she wasn't really thinking about New Arrivals. But when she heard something that sounded out of place, she brought Penny up short, attentively listening.

...were those squirrels actually laughing? She shouldn't be too surprised that they were talking about nuts, but... no, that couldn't be right. Could it?

[stopmjolnirtime]

Were it not for how strange his day had been thusfar he might have found the talking animals a bit much even for one of Loki's tricks. His brother had ever been creative in finding ways to humiliate and frustrate him; laughing squirrels wasn't exactly anything new but he'd given up those tactics when they were but children. Why it would crop up again now of all times was beyond him.

Without any real guidance as to where the village might be he found himself most grateful for the sound of hooves- a horse and rider no doubt. Bothered not by his nudity or the cool air he altered his path to find them, coming upon a young lady riding. At least there were bushes roughly the height of his hips to obscure some of him.

"Good Morrow." As though he weren't lost and naked as a babe in the woods. "Would you be so kind, dear lady, as to direct me to the nearest village? I find myself lost."

[voice]

[selfhelp]

[Well. Courtesy of Loki, Billy knows that Thor's in town again. So it doesn't take long to track down his entry when it comes along. Normally he'd be more psyched about this, but after everything that's happened...

...well, he's torn, but reasonably happy. Just give him a bit of time to wind himself up again.]

There's actually a shop, like, right down the street from Seventh Heaven with all the pants you could ever want.

[voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I searched the store prior to making my request, else I would not have troubled others unduly. It seems as though if there were any trousers that might be suitable they are far from my reach.

[Thanks so much, brother.]

[voice]

[halfnhalf]

[Also courtesy of Loki, and now courtesy of Billy, Teddy knows that Thor is here. Actual hero/norse god Thor, and it's enough to make him smile wide, especially considering one thing. It's an embarrassing thing, but it is still a thing that makes him a little bit giddy.]

Hey. Treat my pants well, okay?

[He was even going to wear them today but IF THOR NEEDS THEM THEN THEY'LL FULFILL A MUCH BETTER DESTINY.]

[voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Tis your trousers that are being delivered to me? You have my thanks for your generosity.

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack is not infrequently in and out of Seventh Heaven - sometimes for a drink there, and sometimes because Eugene is the kind of ridiculous food snob who gets inordinately pleased about having the beer that's on tap at the bar put into a jug for them to drink at home, rather than just relying on bottles like a normal human being.

So he's waiting for the bartender to deliver him his unnecessarily complicated (but apparently much more delicious?) beer, when he happens to spot a man in a toga at one of the tables. Which, in a place like Luceti, is actually too exciting to not sidle up to his chair with an expectant half-grin.]

So, I have to ask - are you actually a Roman?

[stopmjolnirtime]

No, I am Asgardian.

[Thor has politesse enough to swallow the bite of hamburg in his mouth before looking up, brows lifted at the man's attention.]

This was all I might find that would fit.

[Voice] fffffffff sorry ignore this if it's too late.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, my. I can help you find some trousers.

[It's a little too cold right now to go outside without anything on, she thinks. He might get sick.]

[Voice] never too late!

[stopmjolnirtime]

Truly? I would be most grateful.