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

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

It's true - you could call them a sausage, but people don't. There has to be a reason for the different name. I'm looking into it now.

[Hmmmm Something seems familiar about his little picture in the book though ]

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Perhaps it is in how they are cased? I have heard something of the quality of a sausage's casing changing the meal.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

[Silence for a while. Silence other than someone picking out a book, walking back over to a table, setting down the book, and flipping the pages and-]

Apparently... it's from rumors that they were sausages made of dog meat. Or at least this book says so - strange.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Why would anyone think that these were made from the flesh of hounds?

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

The dog meat would have been cheaper... but it could just be rumors - probably just rumors.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

...I should hope these are but rumors, else I will feel poorly for having consumed so many.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

I don't think they are in modern times anyway. More usually they would be pork or beef. Though not always high quality meat.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Perhaps that is why they come dressed with relish or ketchup, to mask the lack of quality.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

That's probably it, yeah. It's really more of a western thing but I have had then several times while here in Luceti. It's also common to see them at fires.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

They do seem as though they would be well suited to roasting upon a spit.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

They are, trust me.

[a beat and] Did you try All Passions, for your pants?

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I did, and found nothing of sufficient size.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Really? That's strange... though I guess Rhyme can't keep it as stocked as Shiki did. And you also tried the normal clothing store.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I had, and there was nothing for me. I fear someone has made away with anything that might have been suitable.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Well that's obnoxious. Did the pre-supplied pants not fit you or did you lose them? They might not be the best, but it's still something.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I am afraid they were no longer an option, but I've received word of a comrade of mine on his way bearing suitable clothing.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Oh, good. I'm sure it's fine for you to be naked, but there are kids here, which would be strange.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Indeed. I have managed to fashion myself some manner of covering, but one does want clothing proper in weather such as this.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

[ A beat and then she realizes that butt... on the journal] Are you property of Stark Industries? Are you a robot?

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

...I beg your pardon?

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

There was a video of a naked robot on the journal a while ago. You were just naked.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I am no robot and- what of this recording?

[He flips through the pages for a moment, stares, and slowly goes quite red.]

Pardon me a moment.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Okay, as long as you remind me when you're back.

[ Voice ]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[It takes a short while. Half an hour just about before he returns. Clothed, even.]

I have returned- I am no robot, nor am I property of the Man of Iron.

[ Voice ]

[godbent]

Man of--- Oh! [She reply is too instant - like the journal has been next to her the whole time. Which is has, she's just been studying other things. But she snaps her fingers, as she recalls] So it wasn't a product label, it was a BDSM thing with that Tony Stark guy.