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.

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[stopmjolnirtime]

"I remember your defeat in Midgard. I remember the war you failed to start and the lives you took out of anger misplaced- yet." Thinking out loud is so much simpler than keeping everything in his own head. "You do not appear the same. You look. You look well, brother."

[complicatedliar]

Loki held up one hand and made the blahblahblah motion. "Yes, yes, mortal lives, so important, don't mind if they kill each other, self righteous moralizing lah-dee-dah..."

He smirked. "How good of your to notice. Glorious months without you about to annoy me has done wonders for my skin."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Months." Parroting is a poor sign of thought, or so Loki often liked to remind him when they were young; but the entirety of his world seems to have come undone. This is a Loki that has been away for some time. That is no longer so haggard and sallow. With hair shorter than he has seen since before his attempted coronation.

"...There is some time I have lost- or a difference in the times from which we have come- or..." he doesn't know what all it might mean or what it all could be, but. As irritating as this Loki might be he seems a far shade better than the one he had just apprehended. "Where are we?"

[complicatedliar]

"Oh no. I don't like you nearly enough to play 'mentor the new feather' with you. It's the most boring game known to man or beast." The illusion gestured.

At which point the hidden, real Loki snapped off Thor's pants and made them vanish. While still remaining hidden. Thank goodness for magic.

The illusory Loki grinned. "What is it the mortals like to say? Go get 'em, tiger."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"The what? I am in no gaming mood, Loki- I wish answers and you would be wise to give them peaceably. All I ask is-" Not that it matters as he is suddenly bare. For a moment Thor blinks, startled, glancing down to make certain that yes, he is indeed without trousers, and looking back up.

Definitely a different man than that he fought last. "Ever childish, brother. Return my clothing to me so we might speak as men."

[complicatedliar]

"I always speak as a man, Thor. It involves using my words. I suggest before you start acting like the one burdened with glorious... dignity in this conversation, you ought to consider which of us is dangling in the breeze."

His lips curled in a smirk. "Well. Dangling is a generous term. But I've always been a generous man."

Loki turned to leave.

[stopmjolnirtime]

Holding his temper is something that he has little practice with, but over the past few years he has managed so long as there was a greater purpose to talking things through rather than speaking with his fists and hammer.

Now.

Now is not one of those times. The last thread of his frustration snaps and he does as well, lunging for his brother with a mighty bellow. He does not need Mjolnir to best him in combat

[complicatedliar]

Oh, and there was the squeal of impotent rage. How he had missed that sound. And thank goodness Thor didn't know where he actually was.

But the image of Loki wheeled and held up one finger in Thor's face. "No. You will control yourself, Thor Odinson. There is a truce between I and the so-called heroes of this village, and if you spill my blood I will have no choice but to extract payment as I have so stated I would."

Okay, that wasn't quite how the truce worked, but Thor didn't need to know that yet.

[stopmjolnirtime]

No. Said with all the condescension as one might offer a misbehaving hound. If anything it spurs his anger on all the more and he rears back, prepared to ram his fist through the back of his brother's skull- and then the rest dawns upon him.

A truce.

That would be why Loki was given leave to be about on his own- and proves that there are those of heroic standing within the nearest settlement.

"...and how is it that you have stated you would return that kindness?"

[complicatedliar]

Loki smirked. "Why, I leave everyone's vital fluids in their bodies, of course. You have Clint Barton to thank for this particular arrangement, by the by."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"My brothers in arms are here as well?" How could that even- it did not make any sense, no more than Loki being here, nor himself.

[complicatedliar]

Loki rolled his eyes and turned to leave again. "They get together regularly to compare their tasteless outfits and the terrible specialness of their hypocritical moral imperatives." He waved a hand as he began to walk off again. "And then they go on about truth and justice and that's just about the bit where I fall asleep or vomit."

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Loki-" He knows better than to ask for his trousers. Than to attempt to haul his brother back by the scruff- but it doesn't help him from wanting to all the same.

[complicatedliar]

Loki waved a hand. "Best get walking if you want to get to town. It's a bit of a hike. Terribly sorry, I can't recall the direction but I'm sure you'll find it eventually. Just be sure to have a nice present for the gate keeper. He likes red meat."

Just to see if Thor would buy that one.

[stopmjolnirtime]

"LOKI!" Like yelling louder would help hold the man's attention. Frustrated and somewhat certain that this cannot be his brother in truth he plucks up the nearest stone and hurls it at the apparitions back. His brother could, and would, duck.

Unless it wasn't.

Maybe it was.

[complicatedliar]

Definitely wasn't.

The real Loki, now safely on his way to vacating the area, let the rock just shatter the illusion. It was always fun to let Thor know he'd been had. Again.

[stopmjolnirtime]

It is undignified to swear. He has learned to better hold his temper. He will not swear.

He will bellow and lash out at the nearest tree, rattling it from twig to root. Loki. He will find some way to get you back for this that won't break the truce. You wait.