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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Though it had been long months since Rogue had seen Thor, you don't tend to forget someone who looks quite like him. Well. This was going to be... interesting.

"Uh. There's only one village in the enclosure. If you head that way," she points, "an' follow the river, you'll come on it."

If 'interesting' meant 'ohgawdohgawd.' She needed to find Loki. Did he know Thor was back?

"You have my thanks." He would sweep into a bow or some other courtly gesture, but. Well. Bush and delicate parts. Better to not. He did give her a grateful dip of the head before turning enough to see at least the edges of the riverbank, leaning just enough that his state of undress to be a bit more obvious. "And might there be a tailor or armory?"

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"Oh my Gawd," Rogue said, as the reason why Thor was standing behind a bush suddenly became very clear. "What happened to your pants?"

Sorry, did you ask a question?

"My brother did away with them in a fit of childish pique." This lady knew him not, therefore it could be safely assumed she knew his brother not. It was safe enough to say.

"Loki did this." That... was... almost a relief.

In fact, she sounded relieved. And her shoulders slumped with relief.

...so it was probably relief.

Heck, a prank like this was almost affectionate, considering how she knew he felt about Thor. So he knew that Thor was here already and there had been no attempts at murder or rampages through the village or... anything likewise borderline desperate and reactionary. In fact, he'd gotten the better of the encounter, apparently, which meant he was probably unbearably smug. Which was actually a step up from clinically depressed and enraged, so...

Still, he'd stolen the guy's pants. "Oh good Lord."

...and it was kind of hilarious, although 'a fit of childish pique' and pfff..

"..." Well that was not something he anticipated. Why would this lady know of Loki- and why should be so relieved that this is all that had come to pass?

And most importantly: how did she know Loki well enough to know to be relived.

Speaking slowly as to best sort his words Thor turned back to face the good woman with naught but a mildly puzzled expression. "I would not say that it was Loki as I know him but...yes."

--okay, wait, this was important. 'Loki as he knew him?' It was obvious that he didn't remember being here before, but maybe Thor didn't remember that Loki also disavowed their relationship.

In which case, Rogue was torn. It would probably be her duty to warn Thor, although she was sure that approximately five thousand other people would do that and not feel the slightest bit of compulsion to keep Loki's secrets, but she did. Not only did Rogue not enjoy telling other people's stories, even when it was necessary, but, well, this was Loki.

"Not as you know him?" she said a little cautiously. "What does that mean?"

It was hard to feel properly intimidated about questioning someone regarding their personal issues when they were naked and standing behind a bush and you were on a horse and fully clothed.

"How is it that you know him, lady?" That came first and foremost. What her connection to his brother might be, why it is she find herself invested. For she does seem at least somewhat invested. Perhaps she was an associate? A friend?

It seemed a strange thing to consider, a stranger thing to worry over. Even left like this as he was he could not ignore his instinct to protect Loki from others, even from himself. Even though he was hardly in a position to do much protecting of anything or anyone at the moment. Or. Ever when it came to his younger brother.

"I asked you first," Rogue returned automatically.

...oh man. What if this was a completely different Thor? Loki's response would probably be the same, but...

Ugh, and how would she even answer that question? She never felt ashamed of their association, and she believed what she'd done had been right, but that didn't make the disgust and distrust and general immediate drop in the esteem of anyone who knew of Loki any easier to bear, especially when she was so used to dealing with it from the people that actually mattered to her. As a mutant, Rogue was accustomed to being misjudged and scorned, but that only made her want this one particular thing to be judged on its own merits. She wasn't crazy, she wasn't untrustworthy, she hadn't compromised her morals just because she'd fallen in love with someone who had done a lot of terrible things and had yet to really realize why they were terrible.

"It is not something I would speak of with someone that is estranged to him. You must have some understanding of him for how it is I find him different to make much sense." Knowing the man just through rumor or secondhand association or through his violent means would not be enough. Something fundamentally shifted in Loki while in this place, that much is certain. What that thing was, however, remained to be seen.

He did not have much cause or means to appear imposing or at all intimidating, nor did he have reason to do so. Yet he crossed his arms and inclined his head to the lady on her steed all the same.

"Which is why I asked."

Rogue blinked. That was not an answer which jived with what Loki had told her of Thor. She couldn't help but blurt out her startled conclusion, "You're tryin' to protect him!"

Thor took a slow breath, shoulders shifting with familiar exasperation. This is not the first time someone had questioned his motives regarding Loki. "He is my brother."

That. Was. Rather a matter of debate. Her brow furrowed, because this really didn't match up at all.

But part of her couldn't help but like the fact that Thor used 'brother' as a stand by for 'of course I'm trying to protect him' and she found herself telling him the truth before really thinking it through.

"He's my boyfriend." She blinked and shook her head minutely, remembering who she was speaking to, and if Loki didn't want her to tell Thor, well. "Or - lover. He likes that term better. And I can't keep havin' this conversation with you naked."

She moved to dismount.

Well that was certainly not the response he expected. Loki took on lovers in Asgard, true, and a great many things might be said of one he chose to dally with but something in the way this woman spoke and how protective she might have been of him said more. How much more, he was not yet certain.

When she made to dismount he stepped back to give her room, puzzled but not overly concerned. "He treats you kindly?"

That wasn't what he meant to ask first, curse his mouth.

Oh good grief. Settling her feet firmly on the ground, she gave Thor a Very Firm Look Indeed. It was not quite a glare, but it wasn't very far removed. "If he didn't," she said in a tone which hinted very strongly that the nature of her relationship with Loki was not currently even on an adjoining table for discussion, "I wouldn't be with him."

Rogue turned her attention back to Penny, loosening the girth of the saddle. She retrieved the saddle blanket from beneath the saddle. It wasn't the best quality blanket, and certainly smelled like a horse, but it would be more than broad enough for Thor to wrap around his waist. And it would be relatively soft and not too itchy, after all, Rogue did love her horse. She turned and threw the blanket towards the bush. "Here."

"I meant no offense." And yet he'd caused it. Not the best first impression to make upon someone that cared for his brother. There were better things to ask, to say, and while he fumbled for the words he caught the blanket as given, tucking it around his waist to preserve some form of modesty. "I simply...he seems well. Better. Perhaps it is you I might thank."

It was easier to say such things while his eyes were not on hers, while he tucked the corners of the blanket about his hips in such a way as to hold itself up and not need his constant attention.

"That's the second time you said somethin' like that," she said, turning to look at him now that he'd finished quasi-dressing himself. "Now will you tell me what you mean? When's the last time you saw him?"

A third, horrible possibility occurred to her. What if he was from Loki's future and the horrible thing had caught up to him? What if his plans went awry and he fell back into the hands of the people who had hurt him so much? Her gloved fingers tightened into fists.

"The Loki I last saw was unsettled, his mind far afield from whatever he endured after he fell from the Bifrost. I know not what came to pass between then and his assault on Midgard, but it was far from kind." He should have been able to keep ahold of him. Should have been able to reach him- but such guilt would not help either of them now, nor does it have any place when speaking to his lover.

"Needless to say he was...disturbed. Feral. I know not what he intended in his attack but it could not possibly be what transpired. It was too brash, too dramatic, even for him. I will not pretend to understand what changed in him between the Bifrost and New York, but I would like to understand what has helped him become the man he is here. He looks well. As close to rested as he ever has."

Rogue gave Thor a long, measuring look. Loki had told her that Thor had pushed him from the Bifrost. The concern seemed completely disproportionate to that... unless it was a matter of regret for unintended consequences? Death was one thing, but twisted pain and suffering was entirely another, was that it?

And Rogue couldn't help but remember the one time he'd said he simply... fell. She wasn't sure this was the time and place to interrogate Thor about this, though part of her wanted to take the chance while she had it. There were other pressing concerns.

Did you sew his mouth shut, Thor?

How could she believe what she told her until she knew more about him? Unless...

No. That was not a good idea.

"So the last thing you remember was the battle for New York," she confirmed slowly.

He was at a strong disadvantage in this place. Loki had been here for some time, he would have to have lived here for a fair while to look so well and find himself a loyal lover. Who knows what it is that has been said of him? How true or untrue it might be all he could do was face it. Dispell what he could and shoulder that which he could not.

"I had him in custody to return to Asgard. There was the light from the Tesseract's power to return us home and then- this place."

She nodded sharply and turned, going to take Penny by the reins. She wasn't going to ride the horse without its saddle blanket. They might as well talk and walk, since she had to get back to the stables before finding Loki now, anyway.

"All right." So about the same time as Loki, then.

Thor fell into step next to this woman, minding his tread and the path. He kept to a respectable distance as he did not wish to crowd or tower over her, it was something he found to be unsettling to those he spoke with.

"...may I ask how long he has been in the Village?"

Rogue thought about it and realized that, while this was normally not the sort of thing she'd talk about, Thor could find out easily enough. "A year an' a half, I think. Maybe a little more."

"And I have been here once before?" Loki had said as much- but Loki lies. Often.

Rogue nodded. "That's how I recognized you."

She paused and offered a little more. "There are people here from all different kinds of Earths, all different kinds of not-Earths. They show up from different times, too. And no, no one knows why."

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