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Futurology. We could be heroes.
Who: Loki & Thor
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What: A not quite reunion, but a reunion.
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I know you hear me now, we're a different kind. We can do anything. We could be heroes.
Where: —
When: —
What: A not quite reunion, but a reunion.
Warnings: —
I know you hear me now, we're a different kind. We can do anything. We could be heroes.
[ Loki had never appreciated what Odin had to teach him. Thor had taken better to it, but Thor had been a favorite; Loki, while beneath All-father's wing of guilt and obligation, could be further from the golden image of his brother. he could count the siblings that Odin took favor in more than he took favor in him, but he had realized that it didn't mean that Odin didn't love him. in those instances, Thor was like Odin more than he'd like to admit: noble, righteous, independent and fiercely mercurial, his temperament changing the storm. it was those more violent swings that Loki was able to appreciate the chaos in it. all too often were Loki and Thor thought of as two sides of a coin, their differences used in contrast when Loki was disciplined, forcing him only to see a narrow part of their unshared traits. in reality, there were parts of them that were more the same than they were different. Thor was passionate, capricious and electric. Loki was much of the same, only shrouded in his own wants and needs. he began to see it more and more in the dire times as much as the laughter.
and he was beginning to feel like he liked it.
when he arrived he came with the clothing (very, very useful clothing) on his back and his penchant for new starts. while there was a pang that echoed inside of him with the thought of Angela, Thor and their newly-found re-found father, Odin (with words of love, perhaps), he also craved what he always craved: change. that is exactly what he got.
another trait of Odin's children was that none of them took too well to authority (even when it was their own father's), Loki among them. he though it was ironic that he had "conveniently" tripped through an inter-dimensional tear and into the lap of the fates, and he thought to use it as both a means of flipping destiny the bird as well as outsourcing for new opportunities. there was something that he needed to do, and there was no other perfect situation to do it.
only instead of a perfect situation, he got dragons. a mission full of dragons. no sneakiness, no deceit, no tricks, just dragons. of course they'd find something ill-suited to him on his first mission. it would be generous to say that he makes the best of it. instead, he spends his time roaming and mingling, learning of other travelers and their own unfortunate "accidents" that have brought them here. he sees him once, and that turns a head; twice, and he begins to think that somethings off; three times is a charm, and Loki begins to follow him.
not unsurprising, really. from his perceptions he can tell a few things: this isn't the brother that he knows, this isn't the same concept of god that he's accustomed, and his brother has a far sense of youngness about him that he didn't expect. regardless, he keeps his eyes and ears open, eavesdropping on conversations and gaining all the information he can. when he finally is ready to reveal himself it's leaning up against a tree casually, ankles crossed while he fiddles with his new technologically contraption.
he just has one thing to say: ]
Hello, Thor.
and he was beginning to feel like he liked it.
when he arrived he came with the clothing (very, very useful clothing) on his back and his penchant for new starts. while there was a pang that echoed inside of him with the thought of Angela, Thor and their newly-found re-found father, Odin (with words of love, perhaps), he also craved what he always craved: change. that is exactly what he got.
another trait of Odin's children was that none of them took too well to authority (even when it was their own father's), Loki among them. he though it was ironic that he had "conveniently" tripped through an inter-dimensional tear and into the lap of the fates, and he thought to use it as both a means of flipping destiny the bird as well as outsourcing for new opportunities. there was something that he needed to do, and there was no other perfect situation to do it.
only instead of a perfect situation, he got dragons. a mission full of dragons. no sneakiness, no deceit, no tricks, just dragons. of course they'd find something ill-suited to him on his first mission. it would be generous to say that he makes the best of it. instead, he spends his time roaming and mingling, learning of other travelers and their own unfortunate "accidents" that have brought them here. he sees him once, and that turns a head; twice, and he begins to think that somethings off; three times is a charm, and Loki begins to follow him.
not unsurprising, really. from his perceptions he can tell a few things: this isn't the brother that he knows, this isn't the same concept of god that he's accustomed, and his brother has a far sense of youngness about him that he didn't expect. regardless, he keeps his eyes and ears open, eavesdropping on conversations and gaining all the information he can. when he finally is ready to reveal himself it's leaning up against a tree casually, ankles crossed while he fiddles with his new technologically contraption.
he just has one thing to say: ]
Hello, Thor.
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it's a very bitter thought, and for a brief moment, he looks like he's eaten something sour. he clears his mouth to get rid of the taste and continues as if he hadn't. ]
Ah, I'm certain that there's something. He's had to deal with another me for a millennia, anyway. Isn't that depressing? Other me has certainly been naughty, I take it.
[ maybe he should have. ]
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... Another you?
[ Unless he's missing something in the way that sounds. ]
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Oh ... erm, yes. Another me. There was a me before me, a very terrible me. A burning me. It sounds like your me may be heading down that me's unfortunate path.
[ his fingers itch and he scratches the back of his neck. it was always a gamble in how much he wanted to tell Thor, especially in current circumstance. ]
That me ... [ he presses his lips into a thin line. ] He died. This me came back.
[ not the entire truth, but not a lie, either. it had been his greatest trick, and his most damning. ]
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[ He would ask how did you die, but that's a darker question for another time. Nor does he think his brother intended to be terrible, he was ... just angry. Twisted by jealousy and rage, and Odin's half-truths.
In an attempt to steer them to easier topics, he asks bracingly, ] And the sister you spoke of, what is she like?
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he wondered, briefly, from Thor's manner and the partial eulogy, if death had been that Loki's intent too. ]
Ah, Angela. [ Loki stretches his arms out as if clearing the air from all the depressing talk, and placing them behind his head. ] A mighty huntress where she hails. Kicked other you in the face a few dozen times, I almost thought you had met your match. She's dutiful and willful, and you can tell she's one of Odin's.
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[ Less so than another Loki but Thor is unreservedly biased.
Those smaller horns are faintly hilarious, very nostalgic and entirely homely to look upon as they walk through the trees, skirting the field in a contained little world all their own. On impulse he speaks his mind, rough old scars knitted over his heart to do with his brother beginning to ease. ]
You surprise me in many ways, Loki.
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I wouldn't be Loki if I didn't.
[ he says easily, as if he had long grown accustomed to Thor's brashness. Thor was never one to completely hold his tongue, especially not the Thor he knew. his moods passed over him like an open book: grumpy to eager to somber.
it would take him a bit to read this other Thor, but the fingerprint left by myth made things easy enough. ]
Good or bad, I may even have a few more in store for you.
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You are no more self-aware than he was, and well did he know his wrong-doings. Honest, yes, you speak as one who freely admits what he is although ... You needn't. [ A thoughtful frown pinches his brow, smoothing out as he reaches a crooked finger up to tap lightly at a golden horn. ] One thing that binds all my brothers, perhaps, this strange way of making me feel I've not seen enough of you.
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too little that he could call him for being off point, too much because he knew Loki, and there was resonance in this multiverse. vile, horrible resonance, but resonance nonetheless. he didn't want to be like other Lokis, but also knew painfully that he would be. parts of him meant Loki, others he tried to fervently cast aside like so many empty bottles, consumed and discarded.
I am the crime
there's a breath that evens his thoughts before the rest can follow. ]
I'm not him. [ he says it all too quickly. ] I'm not. I don't want to be. Whatever happened between you and him—Thor, I ...
[ there's a lot he'd like to say, and for a moment he stands stricken as words catch in his throat and threaten to pour out without filter. he could tell him everything; let him forgive him, let him hate him. let whatever happens lead him to salvation or to ruin, not sure which would be better. ]
I don't want to be what everyone wants me to be, nor do I want to be damned by their expectations. [ the timbre of his voice drops, and his bright eyes glance somewhere else that's not Thor. ] Whatever you see of me will be me, whatever that may be. I'm a lot of things, but most importantly I am myself.
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Forgive me, I spoke carelessly as my thoughts arose. I know you are not the same man and would be glad of your company, regardless. [ His hand finds Loki's shoulder, giving a brief squeeze. ] As for my expectations of you, they stand free and open.
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the arc between his neck and his shoulder relaxes, creating a smooth curve that disappears beneath the fur lining of his jacket. there was always conflict inside of him, simultaneously wishing for resolution between extremes. whatever fire had sparked inside him goes to embers at Thor's touch, and he tips toward him, almost unconsciously. ]
Company I can provide. [ the edge has gone from his tone. ]
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[ Sometimes the Avengers sit down in the tower and weird shit is brought up which no one thinks Thor pays attention to, but he does and he blames Tony. Also Sam. ]
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Disco. That's disco. I am not dressed like I'm going to a disco.
[ as if to further his point, he grabs his jacket by its furry lapels and tugs it forward with a careless tug of his fingers, as if he's brushing himself off of the comment completely.
there's a dubious look that's so deep that it's borderline comical. ]
This is totally The Man Who Fell to Earth.
[ #nonemoregoth ]
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[ Haha, Thor's funny. That airy, innocent smile turns into a confused frown as he tries to think if he's ever heard about a man falling to Earth who wasn't him, giving a non-committal grunt. ]
You look no stranger than some of the people brought here, I will say that.
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that was almost groan worthy, but he lets the intensity fade and give way to the lighter emotions. he lets both Thor, as well as himself, enjoy the moment. that part had become easier as of late, even though there were questions that remained unasked between the two of them. Loki would never admit how much he was comforted by the company, and reasoned that it was more for Thor's benefit than his. (it wasn't.) ]
Oh? Really? [ Loki regards him cooly. ] Well, we are a multiversal mixing pot at the moment. Funny to see all of those that would trip over the tears made in reality—and even moreso those that would use us.
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So for now, in lieu of drinks and a private room to get to know each other on a whole other level, disco rules the roost. ]
Everyone here was flawed enough to fall into this situation. It is an odd way to recruit warriors, much less those of seeming wisdom.
[ He'll take that knock if it hits them both, hah. ]
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[ the jape isn't delivered as a barb, but with good nature. there's a quite smile behind it, knowing, as he picks out another similarity that makes him feel more nostalgic than he'd like. ]
I'm not unused to being in service of those that call themselves fate. Consider it a debt to be owed. As if they hadn't collected already.
[ and a possible opportunity. ]
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[ At one point in his life Thor might have declared himself the fount of all wisdom on Asgard or anywhere else, but those were younger days. Far more embarrassing days, in all honesty.
He gives him a playful shove. Toward a bush. ]
I owe nothing to fate, ours or otherwise. I am here because I've no reason to yet leave or find my word was given to liars.
[ There will be such a storm if it ever was. ]
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there's something about the way that Thor relates to fate that strikes him as a little off. deaths and rebirths were tiring, fighting a predestined "last battle" over and over was tiring, even Odin found it so, and meant to save his family and his people from its horrors.
he looks at him for a moment, as if he's trying to place something. ]
You've never been through a Ragnarok, have you?
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A Ragnarok, Loki? [ Instead of just one? And how did Loki even survive, if the old tales are to be believed? ] Now you do speak strangely. You ... made it out of many?
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[ he worries his lower lip, rolling back his shoulders and internally debating where even to begin with such a sensitive topic. after a moment he gives up, sighs, and rubs the little hairs at the back of his neck. ]
Here's the thing, Thor, I can't remember. There was more than one—several, dozens, perhaps? Hundreds? [ he shakes his head as if to clear it from a cloud of pre-Ragnarok haze that comes rushing back with the memories. ]
Our story ... it was a loop. The fates dictated that loop, and there were others that meant to take advantage of it.
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[ Shaking his head. He spares his otherverse kin a glance, brow furrowed. ]
Who sought to take advantage of us in this way?
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He tried. [ Loki drawls out, as if saying the words themselves made him a cross between bitter and exhausted. ] Several times. He even tried tricking Yggdrasil, itself. Father may be father, but in all of his all-powerful-dutifulness there were things that he couldn't do, and uproot fate was one of them.
[ Odin liked the old ways, and both Freyja and Thor were aware of this. there was a span of time where Thor, even lacking as the king of Asgard, refused to receive Odin again because he represented everything long past. if Asgard was to survive a world post-Ragnarok, it would not be with him. there's a tinge that catches Loki's chest, because he remembers being forced into desperation to bring Odin back. he can't help but wonder if it's one of traps he stepped into to doom himself.
thoughts for another time. ]
In the end it was your other self. [ everyone had fallen into the Void, and at the time, no one was quite sure they wanted to come back. Thor, above all. ] The Norns had woven us into a tapestry. Ah, you could ... debate that it's the very nature of gods, I suppose ... [ another time. more anger, another time. ] Regardless of that, there was a single strand holding everything together.
Other you, ah ... hit it, as you are so prone to do. Snapped it. Insert dramatic music here, et cetera, et cetera. The gods above gods, Those Who Sit Above in Shadow, they ... fed off of what would be known as the Ragnarok Cycle.
[ he straightens his voice with an erm. ]
You can see my doubts as to our current situation.
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A nod agrees to the latter; yes, he can see Loki's point a little better now. ]
It's comforting to know my ... other self did something. I am sorry you have suffered.
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Loki never liked anyone telling him what the future was going to be, least of all the Norns. there was a defiance that all but swept him up when anything of the sort was mentioned. he had fought so long, so hard for his future, and he had sacrificed so much. things that he'd never, ever get back. ]
You don't know that, do you? [ he looks over at him. ] No one knows that they're trapped until they see the bars.
[ his eyes narrow beneath dark lashes, bright with a sudden spark of curiosity, as if he's just now having the realization. ] Did you fall to Midgard on the old man's lesson?
[ there weren't any tales of that, at least none that he had found. ]
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