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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
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.
[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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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."
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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.
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Still, she nodded and glanced back at Thor, "You sound like you're very proud of them."
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There was an assurance there that could only come from knowing and being accepted by your birth parents. She'd seen it often enough in Jean. She wasn't going to challenge him on it either. That wasn't what this time was about.
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Hopefully they'd come out of the forest soon. She really, really wanted to offer her two cents and... now wasn't the time. She barely knew the guy and wasn't sure if she really wanted to help him and... maybe she should change the subject.
"You'll find some people ya know in the village," she said, changing the subject with the adroitness of a wounded hippo. "And some people who might know of a different version of you. And hopefully some pants."
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It was minutely frustrating but not enough that he could justify being anything but civil. She had been more than fair to him without any real cause to do so. There was no need to be anything less.
"I have been given cause to expect the other Avengers may be present, or those like them, and made to understand that I have been here once before though I do not recall it in the slightest."
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But this man had also defended Earth, was on the same team as some of her dear friends, and by most accounts his recent actions put him squarely on the good side. She hadn't been confronted so clearly with the tension of her relationships in a while; Luceti was its own kind of truce. She felt uncertain of what she wanted, and that threw her off.
"Tony's here, and so are Natasha and Steve," she said, naturally listing Tony first. "Pepper's here too, though I don't think you met her. She an' Tony are married now."
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Perhaps it was that same balm and joy that had leveled out his brother. He saw no band nor marking of a betrothal gift upon the Lady Rogue, nor had she introduced herself as Loki's wife. Perhaps it was pending or perhaps she simply did not wish to speak of it?
There would be no harm in the asking.
Head tilted slightly and voice cautious, if genuinely curious and almost- hopeful? He asked. "Have you and my brother considered...?"
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"What?" she said, somewhat unintelligently and with a hint of 'really?' in her tone. Was he really asking her that? He probably had about three seconds before the shock that someone would ask her something so personal and impossible wore off.
And there was that additional shock at Thor's tone his... interest. This was. What the heck was this?
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Thor could not say whether it would be agreeable to them or not. He wasn't certain if it was any concern of his save out of his familial connection to Loki.
"Or has that not been discussed? It is a forward thing to ask, I know. You need not answer. It is, as you have said, no business of mine."
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She glanced away from him and decided that if they were going to continue to walk together, she needed to lay down some ground rules. "I'm not gonna talk about my relationship with Loki with you. For one thing, I don't think he'd like it, for another, it's personal. If you wanna know about this place, fine. If you wanna know about where I'm from, also fine. And if you don't want walk with me anymore, then I'll point you in the right direction."
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"You are right in that he would not wish us to discuss it. Knowing him- or the Loki I knew most recently, he would likely not wish us to speak at all. He would be glad to see the back of me for all that I cannot help my concern it would be wisest to let it lie." And for all that he would wish to grow into a wise man, it was still not his strongest suit. "I asked because it warmed me to know he had taken someone into his confidence. He has not done that in truth for...it has been a long while."
There had been a time when they were both quiet young when he held that confidence. Then their mother. Then none save Loki himself. Since learning of his brother's true parentage he had looked back over his own conduct growing with him and found it lacking. He could not blame the change on anyone but himself, truly, trying so very hard to be all his father wanted in a son to the detriment of his brother. Unpleasant thoughts.
He shook himself free of them, looking back to the good Lady. "Would you tell me of your realm?"
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"If he does, I don't know him," she said quietly. "But there's a pretty good chance he does. Though I'm not so sure I exist in yours."
Which might put a bit of a flavor on Thor's question about marriage.
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All of Loki's affection locked to another realm entirely beyond his reach. And he had thought they could not have been given much in common. "...is this the fashion in your realm?"
He motioned to the bangs upon his own head, referring to her white streaks. "I have not seen its like before."
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Though she hadn't in her own, thanks to Magnet. Still, it was a nice compliment.
"These?" she tugged on the snow white bangs of her otherwise dark auburn hair. "I guess it might be in parts of it. But it's more like... a birthmark, for me. I was born with them."
...well, as part of the Avengers, he was entitled to know. "They're part of my mutation."
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But mutation? He knew the word, knew what it meant, but did not see how it make her any further remarkable than she already was.
"...I know little of mutations; how is it that you are mutated? Simply the hair or something else?"
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Time for the generic warning, "In my world, there are humans who... have been changed. Some people say they're the next step in human evolution; others say that they're monsters an' need to be destroyed. The one thing that's common with mutants is that they have somethin' that sets them apart from other humans. Maybe it's the way they look, or maybe it's an ability of some kind. Super strength, super hearing... the ability to read minds... teleport. Things like that."
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