stopmjolnirtime | 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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The good Lady Potts has made her claim in truth? Most excellent! I am sorry to have missed their joint celebration.

[Even Thor knows who wears the proverbial trousers in that arrangement.]

I shall take note of them as well.

Well, I was the unofficial photographer for it. I'm sure if you ask, Pepper would be happy to show you the pictures.

[He nods.]

So, what have you found out about this place so far? Maybe I can answer some your questions.

I would be much glad to see them, having not been present. I am certain you captured the day with an artful skill.

[He drops back down into the booth, motioning for Steve to join him.]

This morning I have read much of the village and it's layout, it's defenses such as they stand, and the experiments.

[He slides into the other side of the booth.]

That's good. Seems like you've covered most of the important things already. So, do you have any questions?

There truly is no currency in this place?

That's right. Everything is free. You can take whatever clothes or items you need from those shops. Same with the shops run by people around here. Of course, it doesn't hurt to ask and be polite all the same.

And all that we might require is provided by those that hold us here? That makes for a pretty and comfortable prison.

[Steve grimaces.]

Yeah. It's comfortable enough some of the time. It's the times where it isn't that you need to be prepared for.

How often is it made uncomfortable for us? Is it due to disobedience or something more sinister?

It could happen at anytime. Usually the Shifts are about a month or two apart. They're usually experiments, or so the Malnosso tell us. But I think they just like being entertained by screwing with our lives.

What manner of experiments are we subjected to, if you do not mind my asking?

It's different every time. Some are ridiculous. Others are downright painful. The first Shift I ever endured, every door and window would lead to other places. One minute you'd be in your apartment, next thing you knew you were in someones bathroom across the village.

Other times...our memories are wiped and replaced with false ones. Last time that happened I thought I was related to Loki-[crap, okay. So he didn't think that one through. It's not exactly the best way to broach the subject.]

Yeah...Loki is here too. Two of them actually. The other one is just a kid. He's from a different universe a lot like ours.

I have met my brother already. We spoke- he mentioned a truce and I mean to keep to it as he seems much changed from the man I was to return to Asgard for judgement.

[he still knows not what to make of it, other than mild surprise and confusion. A firmer conclusion will come to him later. For now? He holds the truce.]

But a second? One younger than the first?

[He mutters.] I don't think he's changed that much.

But it's good that you know. We do have a truce that's bee holding up pretty well so far. He hasn't posed any major trouble since he arrived.

Yeah. He looks maybe twelve? Thirteen? He's okay. If a little...spirited.

He made no attempt to stab me upon my arrival. That is a fair change. He looks rested, as though he has slept and ate regularly for the first time in a fair while- and his hair is shorter than I have ever seen it.

[Plenty of differences, Steve. So many.]

Were he not spirited he would not be Loki.

I can't say anything about his choosing not to attack you, except maybe he knew that would lead to an end to the truce. You're still an Avenger, Thor. An attack on you would be an attack on the rest of us. As for the rest...he's been here for about a year. Changes to his appearance wouldn't be that strange.

Ah...different kind of spirited. He enjoys his pop culture references. [Possibly a little too much.]

And you have been here to watch him change, have you not? I have just come from the end of the battle.

Pop culture- much like the flying monkeys Director Fury spoke of?

It's not as if we see a lot of each other. We don't go out for drinks and chat. But you're his brother, so if anyone can spot a difference, it would be you I guess.

Yeah. Kind of like that.

...What, exactly, did he refer to when he said that?

I don't remember exact references. Some of them go right over my head, you know.

Yet you are of Midgard enough to catch some. I know little that comes after the thirteenth century.

[...]

We have a lot of catching up to do. You especially.

So I have come to believe.

[He cracks a laugh, taking a bite of the remaining pizza.]

So...what was the thirteenth century like?

Midgardians were easily impressed- far more than those of the current time. There weren't near as may vehicles, most traveled by horse, and many found comfort near the hearth of their kin.

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