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stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
stopmjolnirtime) wrote2013-11-15 08:54 pm
Verse One [Action/Voice]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
Hello, brother
Ugh. Him. Again.
Only this time, Loki only really found annoyance in his heart. It had been over half a year since he'd last seen that idiot Thor, and things had changed a great deal. Loki had a family now, of sorts, and a certain amount of confidence that they would not abandon him. He had a lover who wanted him for himself. To Hel with Thor, really.
Loki dismounted and bid Vakri to stay, well out of sight of where Thor was wandering and shouting. Then he approached quite invisible.
He wasn't stupid, though. He made an illusion of himself and let that talk to Thor.
"Oh," he said. "It's you. Again."
I hate your face and everything connected to it
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I believe they're made of pork, but I should look into that.
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He does a double take when he sees Thor in his attire. This must be a joke of some sort, right? Kurt tries to play along, giving him a knowing smile and chanting.]
Toga! Toga! Toga!
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1/3
He hears some rustling nearby and hesitantly looks over. It sounds like another person.
Oh, it's Thor! Aang's afraid to see him, but he remembers him. They'd only talked a few times but he missed the big gu-
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I will keep my eyes open for you.
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video; | who else but steve would have pants that would come near to fitting him tho?
Uh, hello Thor. Stay where you are. I think I might have something you can wear. I'll bring it over right away.
video | Steve you are his favoritest ever
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That is a creative use of a sheet. I believe there should be some places where clothing can be made for you. I'm not certain if anyone is particularly a tailor, but from I have gathered some are certainly capable.
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He has to do a double take to see if he's seeing things correctly.
Yup, that's a very naked man all right. Just going to slap his hand over his eyes.]
If you're wanting people to rate your butt I'm not sure this is the way to do it!
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Action; around the village I think in reality anyone would enjoy the sight of Thor Booty. Lbr
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Do not fret, Other Thor, I shall bring you trousers suitable for an Asgardian. Please stay seated and do not leave your spot!
[Loki's got this! You are destined to receive the most ridiculous pair of pants you have ever seen in your very long life.
He gestures enthusiastically and heads off to return with these pants]
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It's hard to miss a flash of bared skin in his vision and harder yet to resist turning his head for a better look. But why resist? It's not every day when he's privy to glimpse of a sculpturesque physique with nearly nothing left to the imagination. With a faint smile he looks Thor up and down, though more down than up. Quite the right ratio of meat to fat on this one.]
'tis rather cold, isn't it?
[His eyes flick back up to Thor's, glittering with amusement.]
[action] i c wat u did ther
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...oh wow, are the Malnosso getting cheap and not even bothering to give men pants now?
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Either way, she wasn't really thinking about New Arrivals. But when she heard something that sounded out of place, she brought Penny up short, attentively listening.
...were those squirrels actually laughing? She shouldn't be too surprised that they were talking about nuts, but... no, that couldn't be right. Could it?
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...well, he's torn, but reasonably happy. Just give him a bit of time to wind himself up again.]
There's actually a shop, like, right down the street from Seventh Heaven with all the pants you could ever want.
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Hey. Treat my pants well, okay?
[He was even going to wear them today but IF THOR NEEDS THEM THEN THEY'LL FULFILL A MUCH BETTER DESTINY.]
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So he's waiting for the bartender to deliver him his unnecessarily complicated (but apparently much more delicious?) beer, when he happens to spot a man in a toga at one of the tables. Which, in a place like Luceti, is actually too exciting to not sidle up to his chair with an expectant half-grin.]
So, I have to ask - are you actually a Roman?
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[Voice] fffffffff sorry ignore this if it's too late.
[It's a little too cold right now to go outside without anything on, she thinks. He might get sick.]
[Voice] never too late!
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