[ *gross life choices, ftfy. Seriously, there are two rules: don't take over the planet by armed conquest, and don't fuck the squid. It's not that much to ask.
Thor listens to the story, and it's still... so weird. That Asgard would shun Loki and Earth accept him. That Loki would agree, even prefer it that way, or at least to pretend as much. How did he do it? What did that Thor manage that he couldn't? Was it just fate being cruel, in one universe to raise all of Asgard up and in another to tear it down? ]
I'm happy for you, that you've taken to Earth. It suits you.
[ The words are honest, and genuine. Earth is its own kind of chaos, but nobler than some place like Sakaar. Loki at his best, as this one claims to be, as he knows his own brother could be if he tried, would do well there, even if Asgard is always where he belongs and where Thor would want him returned to. Earth's not so far away from home, in that universe. It seems ideal.
Thor looks back over the ocean and remembers in a glance all the reasons why he hates this place. He'd rather have New York. He forces himself to smile, and cast a confident look back in Loki's direction. ]
Let's see you fight, Odinson.
[ With a strike of lightning from a clear blue sky, finally Thor has the mail on his arms and the cape at his back again. No helmet, no weapon. He won't need them. He takes a readied stance, prepared for magic more than the strike of a blade, but ready for either. ]
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Thor listens to the story, and it's still... so weird. That Asgard would shun Loki and Earth accept him. That Loki would agree, even prefer it that way, or at least to pretend as much. How did he do it? What did that Thor manage that he couldn't? Was it just fate being cruel, in one universe to raise all of Asgard up and in another to tear it down? ]
I'm happy for you, that you've taken to Earth. It suits you.
[ The words are honest, and genuine. Earth is its own kind of chaos, but nobler than some place like Sakaar. Loki at his best, as this one claims to be, as he knows his own brother could be if he tried, would do well there, even if Asgard is always where he belongs and where Thor would want him returned to. Earth's not so far away from home, in that universe. It seems ideal.
Thor looks back over the ocean and remembers in a glance all the reasons why he hates this place. He'd rather have New York. He forces himself to smile, and cast a confident look back in Loki's direction. ]
Let's see you fight, Odinson.
[ With a strike of lightning from a clear blue sky, finally Thor has the mail on his arms and the cape at his back again. No helmet, no weapon. He won't need them. He takes a readied stance, prepared for magic more than the strike of a blade, but ready for either. ]