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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor and Loki
Broadcast: no
Action: somewhere on Drade
When: now

[There's only so long Thor can stand a mutinous silence. Even if he's the one who started it. A part of him had been hoping that Loki would come to his senses and come talk to him about their confrontation. After so many attempts to reach out over the years, Thor's been burned many times and a certain exhaustion with it settled into his bones. But that had been before Hela, before Sakaar. Before Ragnarok. Regardless of how maddening his brother can be, this endless frustration needs to stop.

Only a visit to the First Breath finds Loki absent. Really, he should have expected that. New system and all. It wouldn't surprise him if Loki had his feet kicked up in one of the theatres with a drink in hand.

He tries calling Loki instead. No good. Well, if he's at the theatre, he won't respond. It's only later when another call fails to connect that Thor starts to worry. Surely he wasn't being ignored that thoroughly. (Wouldn't be the first time.) A few random enquiries in the market square later finally turns up an answer: "Oh, that shady looking guy with the dirty hair? He took a ship off north. Heard there's some good treasure in the mists, the maniac."

Thor takes a few seconds to curse before sprinting back through the markets, stopping only to buy two masks. Who knows if Loki already has one; Thor will gladly throw a spare at his head just to make a point. A few (admittedly stupid) ventures into the mists himself without a mask had already taught Thor that he shouldn't have scoffed at the tales the locals tell.

He grabs his shuttle and sets off for the island: small, isolated, half-sunken below the mist line.]

Comments

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki chuckles, raising his own glass. ]

Skål.

[rebuildyourruins]

[It's about as close as it's felt to old times in years, despite the heaviness of their conversation. Even if dredging those depths hadn't been easy and some things lay buried, there's less murk in the air. More understanding.

It makes it easy for talk to turn to shallower things as the night wears on. When a booth opens up they move there instead, abandoning the bar but not the drinks. Those still arrive just as fast when asked for, which is often.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki's head lolls as he rests it on his folded arms which rests on the surface on the table. He is partly curled up on himself, shoulders hunched, like a cat. He blinks blearily. ]

I can't believe we're still here.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor glances at Loki beside him, lying on the table like a rag doll. Probably a good thing they got the booth. He rests his chin in his hand.]

Did you have somewhere else to be?

[Thor prods Loki in the shoulder for good measure.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki half-heartedly bats Thor's hand away. ]

No. Of course not.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He smiles a bit, amused.]

Me either. I am staying here after all.

[dothelokimotion]

Only because your room on your ship is tiny

[rebuildyourruins]

Yours isn't that big.

[Though admittedly it is bigger.]

There's no point staying in it when I'm on a planet with inns.

[Hotels, whatever. He can't be bothered calling up the other terminology right now.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki huffs. ]

Is it really much better?

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor picks up his glass, frowning into it.]

Feels better to me.

[The act of getting off the ships stops him from getting too frustrated with being stuck there. At least for a while.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki can't tell. But perhaps he doesn't quite feel so restless. The First Breath is his, so he doesn't mind his time there. ]

It would. You never liked being in one place for too long.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor likes the Blue Fish well enough. He just finds it confining after too long.]

I've spent the past two years travelling. I would prefer to stay put for once, and I expect to once we get Asgard settled.

[Because he's hardly going to go tearing off on adventures all the time now that he's king. That's simply not going to be the case.]

[dothelokimotion]

Really?

[ Loki looks up at him, bemused. ]

You?

[rebuildyourruins]

[He shoves Loki in the shoulder again.]

Don't be a pest.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki lightly chuckles. ]

You must admit it's a valid question. Who dragged me all over the place for "quests"?

[rebuildyourruins]

Those were all very important.

[dothelokimotion]

Even the one to Nornheim?

[rebuildyourruins]

You're just sour about that one because you fell off your horse.

[dothelokimotion]

My horse was startled, Thor. And I seem to recall your horse nearly collapsing under your weight.

[rebuildyourruins]

Those horses weren't truly fit for battle. The same thing happened with Volstagg's.

[dothelokimotion]

Yes. It's almost as though you and Volstagg had that in common.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor sighs, brow furrowing a bit.]

Some of the worst horses we ever had.

[Nothing to truly feel regret over. Save for the past tense.]

[dothelokimotion]

They were second hand.

[rebuildyourruins]

I expect the merchant was well-pleased with himself after he took our gold.

[He taps his finger on the table absently.]

That was a long time ago.

[dothelokimotion]

Mmm.

[ Loki doesn't look back as much. It's difficult for him. ]

It doesn't feel that way sometimes.