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

[250mhzwabl]

[. . . brother in arms.

Brother. In. Arms.

Jack gives a broad grin and looks up, voice threatening to crack into a giggle as he nods.]

Oh- yeah. Yeah, absolutely! Just a second.

[He amends the message so it now reads:

Hey Eugene, growler is being filled as we speak, but I've also been invited to help out with dinner by a guy named Thor.

Yeah. Pretty sure he's that Thor. And he's pretty great! He says you should join us, brother in arms.

Seriously you are now my brother in arms, don't let this man down. Or me. No one has ever assumed I am this macho, including anyone who met me wielding a bludgeoning weapon and covered in zombie bits.

See you soon, hopefully. -Jack

He puts the book down on his lap, resuming filling his plate.]

So, where do you think the 'god' idea comes from, then? Just the lifespan?

[z_jay]

[Receiving a text from Jack wasn't unusual... throughout the day they tended to have conversations back and forth but the Brother in Arms comment rose a brow. Thor-- the Thor that Thursday was named for? He let that process for a moment before replying

Whatever you do, do not let him shock you.

Which was half serious and half joking, but he'd had enough of Jack being electrocuted to last him a lifetime or two. But then it hit him what Jack was saying and he hurriedly texted after--

What is he making?]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Longevity and acts of valor beyond the ken of mortal men.

[250mhzwabl]

[I'd say he ordered most of the food menu at the bar, but I didn't even know they made some of this stuff.

Jack looks up from his scribbling to cock an eyebrow doubtfully.]

Are you sure about that? Mortal men do some pretty valorous stuff.

[z_jay]

Oh, this I have to see :)

[In short order he threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, as well as a jacket because only idiots walked around in this weather without something to keep them warm.]

Where are you at exactly?

[stopmjolnirtime]

That they can, true enough. But I have yet to see a Midgardian warrior perform feats equal to that of an Asgardian.

[250mhzwabl]

[At Good Spirits, near the bar.]

All right then. [The challenge is affable, Jack gesturing at Thor with his fork between bites of potato.] Great acts of Asgardian valour. Educate me, good sir.

[z_jay]

[He was stepping into this establishment, sooner rather than later, humming the theme to Macho, Man. Because Jack had definitely reminded him of it in the previous text. He leaned over the corner, checking to see where the bar was and easily spotted Jack-- and just as easily the tall blond beside him.

Wow.

Maybe it would be worth it to stand and watch for a moment, catch Jack in his element.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Why have you not read of us in legend- how we routed the Jotun that invaded Midgard? My father led Asgard's mightiest warriors and lay waste to the Jotun before they could make a ruin of Midgard.

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack's not that up on his mythology, but that isn't the only reason he shakes his head, not unhappily but with absolute conviction.]

I see what you mean, and I agree, that sounds absolutely impressive. Powerful. I get it. But isn't valour more about . . . you know, bravery? Honour? [He takes a roll, buttering it as he speaks.] I think it takes just as much bravery to risk your life for your home when you're not superhuman. Maybe more, even.

[z_jay]

[Not the least bit surprised about Jack's ever-idealistic statements, he turned his attention to the louder gentleman next to him. Midgard was a word he hadn't heard in ages, or-- hadn't heard in normal conversation, but had read it plenty of times in literature. And he'd read a lot of literature...

That, and the food didn't look bad, more like a feast. Curiosity getting the better of his desire to be subtle, he easily slid in next to Jack, leaning on his elbows onto the counter with hands clasped together.]

I think I've heard of your dad, actually.

[stopmjolnirtime]

[He had time enough to frown slightly, to open his mouth and speak of the disparity in valor and strength between Midgardians and asgardians when they are joined by who can only be Jack's shield brother. His attention thus diverted he offers the man his hand in greeting.]

My father, Odin, is well known in all the realms for his protection. You must be the Warrior Jack's shield brother.

[250mhzwabl]

[Just when Jack was really about to get into it, too. He looks up at well, intent dissolving into a slow but unmistakably earnest smile as he leans back to allow the two to clasp hands.]

My quite learned shield brother, yes. Thor, this is Eugene Woods. Eugene, I assume our company needs no further introduction?

[Nerd.]