Thor Odinson (
rebuildyourruins) wrote in
driftfleet2018-06-30 09:24 pm
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Who: Thor and Loki
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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.]
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.]

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This was your idea.
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I'm going to pay, I will.
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He slides out of the booth, taking a moment to be sure of his balance before he reaches over and grabs Loki by the elbow.]
Come on, you're done.
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I haven't done this . . . in years . . .
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[Not that Thor can remember, anyway. He frowns at Loki before he shakes his head.]
You'll pitch off the side of the island like this.
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[Thor comes to a decision born out of simplicity and takes Loki by the elbow again, leading him out of the bar.]
You'd best stay in the hotel tonight.
[...today, really. It's dawn.]
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I don't have a room.
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You can stay in mine.
[As long as Thor remembers where it is. He stops for a minute in the lobby, frowning up at the various arrows pointing towards corridors. Eventually he picks the right corridor. Fortunately, it's not that far away.]
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Your room is always messy. . .
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[Like a lame cat left outside all night.]
And no it isn't.
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It had . . . better not be.
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Where . . . ?
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[He waves his hand in the said piece of furniture's direction, a two-seater up against the wall. The bed is opposite, which is where Thor heads after shutting the door.]
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[ . . . And Loki heads for the bed too. ]
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I said the couch.
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[ Too late, flopping onto the bed. ]
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