stopmjolnirtime | Verse One [Action/Voice]

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.

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There truly is no currency in this place?

"I see," she said simply.

There was an assurance there that could only come from knowing and being accepted by your birth parents. She'd seen it often enough in Jean. She wasn't going to challenge him on it either. That wasn't what this time was about.

"And I know..." At least, he knew, and continued to know and hold this to be true no matter Loki's actions. This he could say with full certainty. "That they were equally proud to have Loki as a son, and mourned him when we feared him yet dead."

"Mmm," she said and as much as she was tempted to indicate that was completely not what Loki thought at all, not even in the same ballpark, that wasn't her story to share. Even though talking with Thor was surprisingly, disturbingly easy, she knew she had to watch herself.

Hopefully they'd come out of the forest soon. She really, really wanted to offer her two cents and... now wasn't the time. She barely knew the guy and wasn't sure if she really wanted to help him and... maybe she should change the subject.

"You'll find some people ya know in the village," she said, changing the subject with the adroitness of a wounded hippo. "And some people who might know of a different version of you. And hopefully some pants."

As uncertain as he was due to this place, he was more uncertain how to navigate this conversation. Strange enough to be less than dressed and out of sorts, stranger still to be speaking with his brother's lover. He knew not what it was she wished to gain through this conversation. What she wished to learn, what it was she wanted to know of Asgard or of him.

It was minutely frustrating but not enough that he could justify being anything but civil. She had been more than fair to him without any real cause to do so. There was no need to be anything less.

"I have been given cause to expect the other Avengers may be present, or those like them, and made to understand that I have been here once before though I do not recall it in the slightest."

I doubt any weirdo would do something like that.

"That happens," she nodded. This felt marginally safer if a little more frustrating. Really, she wanted to sit him down and interrogate him for hours about Loki's life and how he had been treated, but that wouldn't do anyone any good. Long term strategy was far more Loki's style; Rogue preferred to rush in with no holds barred, but she wasn't completely ignorant of the fact that just as Thor could disappear tomorrow, he could also be here for years. This was a grey area where, for Loki's sake, she found herself inclined to ally against him.

But this man had also defended Earth, was on the same team as some of her dear friends, and by most accounts his recent actions put him squarely on the good side. She hadn't been confronted so clearly with the tension of her relationships in a while; Luceti was its own kind of truce. She felt uncertain of what she wanted, and that threw her off.

"Tony's here, and so are Natasha and Steve," she said, naturally listing Tony first. "Pepper's here too, though I don't think you met her. She an' Tony are married now."

No one has those, there's no currency here, people work mostly to have something to do with their time and try to not end crazy mostly. About the materials, maybe the smith would have them, or you could always try to do some easy missions and request for them as a reward.

That's right. Everything is free. You can take whatever clothes or items you need from those shops. Same with the shops run by people around here. Of course, it doesn't hurt to ask and be polite all the same.

[And it's only then that Bulla remembers that some people come from worlds that aren't either parallels of Earth or very similar to it.]

I don't know what Midgardian means but it's this little device that has a part for speaking into and another part that you put up to your ear to listen to. You can talk over long distances...like to someone on the other side of the world, using a phone.

And all that we might require is provided by those that hold us here? That makes for a pretty and comfortable prison.

I think I have seen these before. They are small and flat, like mirrors?

Do these missions benefit the village at large, or simply those that attend them?

You might be surprised.

"I was fortunate enough to meet the Lady Potts once before- she is a truly remarkable woman. Certainly an excellent match for the man of Iron. It is pleasing to know that she has made her claim in earnest." He was truly glad for them- love in a life so complicated and frustrating as Tony's and his made for a lighter burden, especially a match to a truly good and understanding Lady. It made for a balm for their harsher times and a joy they might cherish even in their darker hours. Something to protect, something to look forward to returning home to.

Perhaps it was that same balm and joy that had leveled out his brother. He saw no band nor marking of a betrothal gift upon the Lady Rogue, nor had she introduced herself as Loki's wife. Perhaps it was pending or perhaps she simply did not wish to speak of it?

There would be no harm in the asking.

Head tilted slightly and voice cautious, if genuinely curious and almost- hopeful? He asked. "Have you and my brother considered...?"

[Wow, it's kind of like being held when Teddy's Hulked up. Except with Thor it's actually intimidating...]

Oh, pizza. Good choice- though they don't make it the way they do back in New York.

[Listening to Thor talk about Earth food is actually hilarious, though.]

Have you found anything that seemed like it might be from home?

What would be the primary difference; the toppings, the crust, or the manner in which it is prepared?

[He is curious, and can't help but be. Every little sliver of Midgardian culture he can absorb is just one more thing he will better understand should he speak to Jane or the Avengers.]

The stews, the roasts, the steaks all seem familiar enough, but these are things I would try when I miss my home, should I be here long enough to do so. Part of learning more of a new realm's culture is learning more of their cuisine.

[Volstagg's influence at work, here.]

What, do you know someone like that?

Wait, what? She'd just been wondering if this whole 'claiming' thing was a distinctly Asgardian viewpoint, and then-- what?

"What?" she said, somewhat unintelligently and with a hint of 'really?' in her tone. Was he really asking her that? He probably had about three seconds before the shock that someone would ask her something so personal and impossible wore off.

And there was that additional shock at Thor's tone his... interest. This was. What the heck was this?

"Marriage? A more formal union." It wouldn't be something Loki would ask for- not the Loki he knew. Such commitments were not to his liking. In time he would, of course, take a wife of good standing. Start a family. But given leave to choose who he liked, when he liked, how he liked...

Thor could not say whether it would be agreeable to them or not. He wasn't certain if it was any concern of his save out of his familial connection to Loki.

"Or has that not been discussed? It is a forward thing to ask, I know. You need not answer. It is, as you have said, no business of mine."

"You've got that right," Rogue said after a moment, needing that moment to be put out since he'd taken the words right out of her mouth: It wasn't his business. How dare he ask something that made her feel, even for a moment, as if they were doing something wrong.

She glanced away from him and decided that if they were going to continue to walk together, she needed to lay down some ground rules. "I'm not gonna talk about my relationship with Loki with you. For one thing, I don't think he'd like it, for another, it's personal. If you wanna know about this place, fine. If you wanna know about where I'm from, also fine. And if you don't want walk with me anymore, then I'll point you in the right direction."

"I am sorry for asking. Your affairs are your own and not to be picked at for any reason." No matter his curiosity. Loki's life here was his own as was the Lady Rogue's. It has been but an hour for him but as she had said, it has been well over a year for Loki. He would have to adjust how he thought of him, how he spoke to and of him accordingly.

"You are right in that he would not wish us to discuss it. Knowing him- or the Loki I knew most recently, he would likely not wish us to speak at all. He would be glad to see the back of me for all that I cannot help my concern it would be wisest to let it lie." And for all that he would wish to grow into a wise man, it was still not his strongest suit. "I asked because it warmed me to know he had taken someone into his confidence. He has not done that in truth for...it has been a long while."

There had been a time when they were both quiet young when he held that confidence. Then their mother. Then none save Loki himself. Since learning of his brother's true parentage he had looked back over his own conduct growing with him and found it lacking. He could not blame the change on anyone but himself, truly, trying so very hard to be all his father wanted in a son to the detriment of his brother. Unpleasant thoughts.

He shook himself free of them, looking back to the good Lady. "Would you tell me of your realm?"

If that's what you're after, you should check the upstairs floor. I think someone was talking about making a multicultural restaurant up there- food from all different worlds.

Not sure if it's happened, yet, though. I've never been.

[Meanwhile, though, he sits down; there is a hotdog calling to him.]

[Steve grimaces.]

Yeah. It's comfortable enough some of the time. It's the times where it isn't that you need to be prepared for.

She was quiet for a moment and then said, "I'm from Earth. Or - a version of Earth. The same events that happened in your universe only happened in mine up to a point. Seems like the thing we have most in common is SHIELD."

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