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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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."

So Loki had been honest. That was something of a surprise, and something of a relief. "Has he been given much trouble? He spoke of a truce with the heroes of the village but-"

But he can't help but ask. He worried all the same. It was a hard habit to break.

Rogue gave him a wary, if slightly surprised and appreciative look. Her voice was firm, but not yet unpleasant. "I don't make it a habit ta talk about any other business but mine. An' I don't make a habit of doin' that very much either."

"That is more than fair." His questions would have to go unanswered- and he honestly could not hold it against her. It was high time Loki found someone that had him as their first loyalty. "Forgive my thoughtlessness, but I do not know your name; though you know well mine."

"S'alright," she said. "I don't think there's much time for formal introductions when you're naked in the forest."

She gave him a brief smile, "The name's Rogue."

"Well met, Lady Rogue." He offers a hand to her, smile wide and inviting.

...well, even though he was completely naked, save for the blanket, she was pretty much completely covered save for her face, so it should be safe enough. Or he could try and crush her hand and things would get very interesting. Either way, Rogue gave him her hand. "Nice to meet you too."

And oddly enough, it was.

The grip he gave was firm but not so much as to cause discomfort or to bruise. There was nothing to be gained by it and he was not so much an oaf as to wish harm upon someone that was important to his brother. What may have been out of the ordinary was how he swept low and lifted her hand, pressing a light, chaste peck to the back of it before standing straight once more. She was spoken for, it was politesse above all else.

"My brother is truly a fortunate man to have the regard of so gracious a woman as your self."

Rogue, despite herself, gave a very brief laugh. She couldn't really help it. This was the most bizarre thing in a life filled with bizarre things. She retrieved her hand and shook her head. "You are very surprising."

"How so?" He could not help but feel he'd won a point of some sort. He knew not what for or what good it would do, but it felt right enough. He released her hand and fell into step once more.

"Most people who just met me don't choose to call me gracious, for one," she said, glancing first at him and then straight ahead. She could feel sincerity coming off him in waves, and what felt like genuine concern for Loki. She wasn't used to anyone, save a very few, having this much concern for Loki. It was endearing despite the source, and all the more confusing because of it.

"You took the blanket from your horse and gave it to me without my asking, offered direction without censure or malice, and have been earnest with me when you might not have cause to do so. If that does not a gracious lady make, Lady Rogue, I do not know what does." If ever there was a earnest individual, wholly without guile in the majority of his life, it was Thor. Especially around women of any sort.

Rogue wasn't very good at compliments, and Thor was so incredibly sincere that she was actually flustered for a moment. She recovered with the use of wry humor, "Then you're just gonna be blown away by the rest of the people you meet in the village."

She shakes her head, wanting to change the topic and... also feeling as though she needed to find better footing. "Would you tell me some more about Asgard?"

"What is it that you have already heard? I would rather not bore you by going over that which you already know." He had no way of knowing what it was that Loki or his previous self had already said in this place.

"It's not really about what I know an' what I don't know," Rogue said after a moment's pause. "It's about hearin' your perspective."

She hadn't intended to get into anything so serious with someone newly arrived, but... well, who knew how long he'd be here, anyway? He'd left before she'd gotten any satisfactory answers out of him last time.

"Considering who you have doubtless heard from already it will likely be quite different." But, he would speak. "What would you wish to know? Of our golden halls and lush gardens? Our warriors trained and loyal? Or would you wish to hear how we were treated differently due to his talents in magic and my skill in battle? How it is we look back upon Asgard is colored by how we lived there. We walked different paths. What he sees is not what I see."

Rogue arched her eyebrows, beginning to get annoyed. "I didn't realize askin' you to talk about your home would be such a major production. I know your perspectives are different."

That was what she wanted. She wasn't looking to Thor to confirm or deny anything Loki had said. She had no reason to doubt that Loki had absolutely told her the truth as he saw it; even if she had, she knew Loki when he was a child. She'd seen plenty of dysfunction from what he viewed as normal during that time.

She'd wanted to take Thor's measure. She'd wanted to try to figure out who this person was before she decided to confront him about something more serious, or if she decided to trust him with that at all.

And she'd wanted another perspective, simply that. She knew how pain could warp point of view, and Loki had been horribly betrayed. She wondered if there was any way back for Loki at all, and if there was, if she should encourage him to take it.

But before she knew that, she needed to know Thor. This man who insisted on calling Loki his brother.

"If ya feel like you have to make excuses about it, just forget it."

"I had no way of knowing you would be willing to listen with a fair mind." Gracious the Lady was and kind to his brother, but the extent of that graciousness and kindness was unknown to him. Just as he was an unknown to the Lady Rogue, such was she an unknown to him as well- where her loyalties lay aside from to his brother, how it was she saw the world. That she was willing to be fair, to listen? Spoke well of her.

Perhaps it had not been the most fair answer that he had given, offering a question in turn, but it was the simplest way he saw to either lay out how it was for Loki and he in their- in his home.

"We've a king that is wise and a queen that is fair." Royalty and family seemed the best place to start. "Odin has ruled Asgard in what he has seen to be the most just manner for as long as he has been King; our mother, Frigga, offers council and wisdom to him often. More often since we lost Loki."

Be it guilt or the uncovering of his lie that disturbed the All-Father so, he could not say. He had honestly never thought to ask. In retrospect perhaps he had been just as selfish as they in his supposed grief.

Rogue has formed definite Opinions on Odin, and more uncertain ones on Frigga. She listened, though she wasn't quite giving Thor all of her focus. She was still thinking about Loki, and what they were doing right now, and how this would change things.

Still, she nodded and glanced back at Thor, "You sound like you're very proud of them."

"I am proud to be their son." That went without saying. Odin was a great warrior, Frigga a gracious and wise queen with an understanding of her people and a kind heart to their troubles. He knew well enough he was not always the best son to them, but he would like to think he was worthy of their name.

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