driftfleet | put your hands in the air

[All right, so: Loki has mentioned Thor once or twice over the past month or so. Little things at first, once Remus had asked more about his mother, his father-- he'd brought up a brother, older, loutish, large, blond and annoying. A bit more probing, and Loki had even dropped hints that he, Loki, had died for this brother and his girlfriend-- and Remus had been too taken aback to ask after that, and then the lesson had ended, and they'd never brought it up again. But the fact lingers in his mind, and sometimes he looks at his teacher and wonders.

Thor Odinson, and he's fairly certain this is the brother his teacher had mentioned. Perhaps he oughtn't come over, perhaps he ought to leave it alone-- but he's curious. He wants to get to know him, to learn more about Loki's world.

So he comes over to the Caprine, feeling absurdly nervous, wand tucked into his pocket, string looped around his left wrist. He finds Thor in the kitchens, a row of glasses set before him, and despite himself a little smile comes to his face. If he's experimenting with drink options, perhaps they have more in common than he'd thought.]

Er-- are you-- you're-- are you Thor, then?

[What a way to start. He really has to get better at this kind of thing.]

[ He looks up, and smiles politely at Remus. ]

I am. Come, join me, I do not believe all of these are repulsive.

[Oh. Well. That's nice. Nicer than he'd expected, and Remus takes a step forward, coming to stand at the kitchen table.]

They're not. I mean, I wouldn't call them all enjoyable, but the tea is . . . tolerable. I wouldn't recommend the soda, though-- the orange thing? It's rather disgustingly sweet, and I like sweets.

[ Then, he goes for the glass with the offending orange soda, tilts it towards Remus as cheers, and sips cautiously. ]

You are right. It is very sweet.

[ Asgardians don't get sugar rushes, however. ]

Which is the tea you like?

This one-- here--

[Green tea, instantly brewed, which means it's not really proper tea. But it's better than nothing, and he nudges it towards Thor. Oh, and here's an opening--]

It's calming, really. I usually drink it before my studies.

[ This smells somewhat familiar, and he obliges Remus by sipping cautiously. It's warm. ]

It would be. Is it meant to be bitter to the taste? I recall tea having more sugar.

You can put some in, if you'd like, but we don't usually have any. You learn to get used to the taste.

[A beat. He hesitates, and then:]

My teacher . . . I believe you know him. His name is Loki?

[ It's as though a weight drops in the room. Thor freezes briefly, and then blinks. ]

Yes, my brother.

[ No matter what else he claims to be, that will never change. Family is family. ]

I would not have taken him for a teacher. What kind of magic do you learn?

[He doesn't wince, but he feels the atmosphere change. Ah.]

Illusions. But there's others, he's trying to get me off using a wand for magic.

[He lifts his left hand, demonstrating the string looped there-- Loki's method, passed down from his mother to him to Remus.]

I just-- wanted to introduce myself to you, I suppose.

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[ Of course he would. The frown is not one of concern — Remus seems well in mind and body — but curiosity. Frigga loved him but he did not share her world of secrets and stories as Loki did. ]

Well-met. I am Thor. You will find there is no one more skilled in illusions than my younger brother.

He's fantastic.

[He smiles properly now, a little grin that's entirely genuine.]

I've never seen illusions so complete. I'm no master of them, my magic is far more on the offensive and defensive side, but-- my god, he's brilliant. I mean, obviously, you both are far, far older than I, but-- I'm hoping I can learn to improve mine at least a fair bit by the time we're done.

[ Thor half-smiles in turn; Remus' enthusiasm is bright and infectious. ]

Then, I hope that as well.

Do you know any magic, then?

[The answer, he suspects, is no, but Loki had never confirmed one way or another.]

A different kind. [ Linked to Mjolnir, whereas Loki's magic comes from within himself. ] I command storms.

How so? I mean, I could . . . attempt to conjure a storm, but I'd have to do the individual components.

[ He smiles, lazily. Truly, it's a matter of redirecting energy more than creating it — but Frigga and Loki are better at guessing at the ramifications of doing it too much. ]

Perhaps one day you will be there to see it. It is not magic to be performed lightly.

No, I should imagine not. Did they take your wand from you, then? Or-- whatever it is you use, if not a wand.

[That's James' problem, after all.]

They took something more valuable.

[ The frown deepens. ]

My warhammer. I have been told it is pointless to search, but I intend to negotiate for its return.

I hope you can get it.

[He does, too, just as he hopes James gets his wand.]

The way Loki goes on, you'd think no one ever used a magical conduit before.

Several do. His magic is but one of many kinds those in the Nine Realms employ.

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[He wrinkles his nose, a little put out that Loki hadn't said that. For crissake-- it's a useful skill to learn, wandless magic, but he could have said.]

Well. [He huffs that out.] I'm starting to learn that, anyway. There's all kinds of different magic and things on the Fleet.

[ Loki lied and literally no one was surprised. ]

I am not that knowledgeable, but I would be happy to discuss it if you desired.

[ gesturing to the glass ]

Perhaps not over orange soda.

[He huffs a laugh.]

I can make you the best tasting paste, if you'd like. I've found some flavor combinations that are decent, if not leaving your mouth wanting something to chew. And maybe you can tell me more of your world-- or anything, I mean, anything you'd like, I just-- Loki hasn't told me a lot. Our time is mostly devoted to him teaching me.

I would be glad for it. And you must tell me of your world in turn.

Anything you'd like to know.

[There isn't a whole lot to choose from, honestly, from the paste they give. Remus begins sorting through flavors, picking and choosing, until finally he finds chicken and vegetable. Popping them into the fridge, he nods.]

They've got to chill for a bit, it's nicer that way. Ah, let's see-- my world is filled with both humans, regular humans, and wizards, like me. We can use magic-- it's a talent, honestly, mostly passed through families, though sometimes it comes up in random people. I'm a half-blood-- my mother's a muggle, normal, no magic, but my father's a wizard. And I'm, ah-- a werewolf. I-- it's a compulsion. I change into a wolf once a month.

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