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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]

[ Rude. ]

It had . . . better not be.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor just snorts and fishes out his key as they reach the room. When he swings the door open it's a normal enough looking hotel room, with only a minimal amount of stuff thrown over chairs and tables. He hasn't been there that long after all.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki tries to straighten himself. he doesn't do a very good job. ]

Where . . . ?

[rebuildyourruins]

You can have the couch.

[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.]

[dothelokimotion]

Ah.

[ . . . And Loki heads for the bed too. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor just gives him an exasperated look in the middle of kicking his boots off.]

I said the couch.

[dothelokimotion]

What couch.

[ Too late, flopping onto the bed. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

[There's a fight that could be had here, but Thor is too tired and drunk to bother. Instead he just grumbles before dropping onto the bed himself. He's not sleeping on the couch in his own hotel room.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Whatever works because Loki has already passed out, his limbs spread out. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor takes enough time to throw Loki's arm back onto his own side of the bed. With that done, he falls asleep himself.]