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TEST DRIVE MEME #2.5 (OVERFLOW EDITION)
Awakening
The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.
Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Code CreditMy name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)
Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!
- The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all. - As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects. - It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species.
It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?
Orientation (Prospective Players Only)
Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.
- Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer! - Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
"Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
"I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
"Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
"... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
- Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board. - Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)
Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...
There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.
In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.
- "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
"We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised.
Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun. - What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around. - The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.
Network/Bangr (All Players)
During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
bangr
Professor Quintalian | 35
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.
| ✓ | ✕ |
| YES |
NO |
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Brother? ...Sometimes sister?
[ Not his brother, anyway, and thank god for that, because if there were two of his brother here, miserable and hating him and stabbing him every two years or more, Thor would find a way to leave this planet even if it meant fucking that squid man to get the barrier down. ]
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He'd gotten used to being open with his affection towards Thor back home, and this was a sharp reminder that it wasn't always like that. That Thor had not always trusted him, and the concept hurt, for all he understood why.]
When the mood strikes me, yes. From another universe, but I think that goes without saying at this point.
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Yes. You don't call yourself Laufeyson in mine.
[ It's strange to watch the sudden change, the suck of happiness from Loki's face, because how many times has he been blamed for that by his own brother? And wondered if it was true, even if he denied it? How much of Loki's anger and misery is because of Thor? But no, this Loki is different, and has his own Thor, and they get along. It's madness, and Thor aches for it. With Loki in front of him, it's hard to remember about the whole multiverse thing. Thor forces himself to recall it, all that he isn't, what Rey had said of the other Thor she knew, the stronger one, with long hair and a brother who loved him. Lucky bastard. ]
And I don't go by Odinson. ...Or, well, I do. But not, like, all the time. Thor, I like that better. You called me that also, just now.
[ Maybe they're not all that dissimilar then, this Loki, and the one he knows, the one who— ]
But you died in both.
[ Even there, where things sounded so much better when Rey spoke of them, when Loki smiled at the sight of him a moment before, before Thor ruined that also, as he does. It's not a tall order to be better than his own universe, these days. It would take more than Thor can imagine for a universe to be worse than he left it. ]
How? What killed you?
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Thor's much better. Less formal and stuffy. [Loki is likewise reminding himself of the multiverse. That this Thor likely had reason to be startled by open emotion from him. It eased some of the hurt, at least for now, and Loki relaxed a bit again, expression less cautious once again. He'd just have to prove himself. He could do that.]
The Old Man I used to be he... was nearly the ruin of Asgard. Led enemies to her gates for a battle he intended to push the realm to it's rightful place once again. But he underestimated the enemy. Underestimated the power of the Void that was used to destroy the realm instead, and strove to stop it. Used the Norn Stones to infuse Asgard's defenders with additional power, before the Void ripped him apart for it.
cw: IW spoilers
He narrows his eyes at "old man." At 1,000? Uh, excuse you? What does that make Thor?? His expression evens out at the rest of the explanation, though. Set siege to Asgard? Asgard? Loki, no. But the Void, and Norn Stones... Thor doesn't know those things. Not by those names, anyway. Not Thanos, not Infinity Stones, or Surtur, or Malekith. Loki doing wrong, regretting it, sacrificing himself to fix his mistake isn't an unfamiliar story, though. And Thor's expression is cold for it. Maybe he is talking about Thanos and the same stones after all. But no, the story's too different, isn't it? And what Rey had said, about a ship, and Hathaway— It takes Thor a long moment of thinking to realize that Loki's been talking in third person the whole time. He's not sure if it's out of cleverness or something worse, but it scares him. Not enough not to ask, though. ]
Your new body. Where did it come from?
[ Why is Loki different? Why doesn't he call himself the same? But that's not why Thor's asking. He's asking because he's selfish, and desperate, and if there's anyone who can bring Loki back from the dead, it's Loki. This Loki may not be his, or the other either, or they both may be the same, and of his universe from different points in time, but it doesn't matter, because he will bring his brother back home to Earth in 2018 where he belongs, and not Thanos, or a Void, or the cosmos itself will stop him. It's just a matter of learning how. ]
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Loki notices the shifts in expression. Notices the confusion, the cold cast to Thor's look, and can't help the unhappiness in him being looked at like that by any version of his brother. He tried to keep it out of his own look, tried to keep it from coloring his own gaze, but it was hard.]
Thor. The Old Man he... wrote himself out of Hela's book. No afterlife or rebirth for him. Just the void. So Thor called... me forth. Loki unbound by the chains of destiny the old one broke. Needless to say Odin and Asgard were furious at him for this.
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Really? Are you—
[ He hates him. He hates that Thor, and suddenly he knows exactly what it feels like to be Loki. He turns and kicks the nearest thing, which happens to be a pillow, and it hardly moves at all and is overall incredibly unsatisfying. ]
—Kidding me?! What the hell, who the hell is that guy?! He thinks he's so great with his... beautiful hair! [ He kicks something else, a blanket this time. ] And his height! [ A can someone left for trash. ] And his Asgard, and his father, and his brother's affection! [ A stack of magazines, which he nearly slips on, and has to recover, arms pinwheeling a bit before he rounds back on Loki, pointing angrily. ]
No, I don't need him. I don't need him to bring my brother back. I'll do it myself.
[ He probably.... shouldn't be saying any of this to Loki. Actually. And the anger dies quickly, and he's left panting but cold. He inhales deep, and gestures, hand out, more open, appeasing. ]
...Sorry. Don't... If you see either of them, don't tell them I said any of that.
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I... don't think it's my place to tell them. [Said in a slow, quiet tone, the trickster uncertain what to make of this. Not sure how to react, or what to say to this version of his brother.]
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Seems fake. But there's a surprising honesty to it that Thor wants to believe, and so he's is equally honest in his gratitude. ]
Thank you.
[ Grateful and shamed, and still pissed off, but there's nothing he can do about any of it right now. He takes a seat next to this new, young-feeling Loki, exhausted by his own anger, directionless. Well, directionless except where he's always headed, which these days, is in search of everything he lost. He glances sideways at Loki, obvious in looking him over. Still favoring green and gold, though this new look is.... interesting. ]
So this is you now? Kindness, caring. ...I like it.
[ Even if it's fake, even if this Loki is some monster badly imitating his brother, his whole story of resurrection a tightly woven lie... What's the harm in enjoying it while it lasts? Thor takes the can of soda from Loki's hand (thanks for that, he's parched after all that kicking), but as he raises it to his lips, before he drinks, he thinks to add. ]
Not that there was anything wrong with you before, or the brother I know. I mean, besides the whole killing, and stabbing, and obsession with rule.
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The approval hit just right, the trickster swallowing lightly as he studied Thor, finding in that moment that it didn't seem to matter the reality, just that Thor was happy with him.]
New me, right? No reason I can't change. Be better.
[He doesn't argue the drink being nabbed, though a brow is arched in amusement. Not like he paid for it, he could get another later. But the gesture was reminiscent of the easier way he and his own Thor interacted nowadays, enough to have something content curling in him.]
Well you'll be relieved to know I'm absolutely over the obsession, as well as the indiscriminate killing and stabbing.
[Sometimes bad guys need killing or stabbing though, so no complete anti-stabbing promises. Sorry Bro.]
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Thor drinks from the soda, and has the decency not to drink it all before offering it back. ...It probably would've been more decent not to have stolen it at all but, you know. Striving to be better. We're all working on it. Some of us more than others, some of us less that usual since everything we loved was destroyed. ]
That is a relief. I was over fighting you and seeing you in chains for it.
[ That's not like, a threat or anything. Thor would never threaten a brother he loves, or a stranger he hardly knows and just met who looks like his brother, and carries his name, and acts nothing like him. He leans against Loki's shoulder for emphasis. ]
But, you're you now! My brother, reborn and reformed for the better. I believe that, because why else would you be here, saving your universe from a world-ending disease?
[ There are so many other reasons why. ]
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I was over the chains myself, to be honest.
[Luckily Loki doesn't take it as a threat, not with the solid warmth of Thor's shoulder against his following, the further commentary earning a low chuckle from him.]
Well, I'll admit to some curiosity too, but my main reasons were indeed altruistic.
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[ Thor hums, thoughtful, because this is just... weird, honestly. It's weird. Loki, like this. Unassuming. Clever, but kind. Taking Thor's words to heart instead of at his throat for every slight. It's so weird. Like the good kind of drugs. And Thor's already feeling addicted. It's dangerous, a weakness of his that's being exploited like it's an art, and Thor's always been bad at avoiding situations and people that are probably going to kill him. In fact, those are the things and people he usually runs headlong towards. ]
Can you fight? Or are you over that also?
[ He eyes the horns and then pushes one with two fingers for emphasis. How do those tiny things even stay on? It's more like a tiara than a helmet. Is there a strap through his hair, or glued to his forehead by magic, or...? ]
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Good to know other-dimensional versions of his brother counted too.]
I can fight, I don't know that any child raised by Odin could avoid learning how, but it likely comes as no surprise that it's not generally my first choice.
[Just casually leaning back slightly at the push to the horns, that nudge pushing them up an inch or so before he's reaching to rearrange it again.]
Really? I just polished those. [Not really, and he still doesn't sound annoyed or too put out, more amused and exasperated than anything.]
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"Raised by Odin." So despite the name, they were still raised together, Loki and Thor, in that other universe. And he may be changed, better than he was (he claims), but he remembers that, and fights the same.
Which means there's no reason why Thor can't antagonize him. Which he starts doing right now, by nudging Loki's arm. ]
Spar with me. Come on, I'm out of practice. You might even stand a few minutes. It'll be fun.
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[It was an easy, familiar sort of banter, enough so that Loki was relaxing again, grinning at Thor as he gave him a light shove in return.]
Fine then. I reserve judgement on how 'fun' it'll be though.
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Ha! Great! Let's go.
[ Because like, Loki didn't have anything better to do, right? And what better time than right now? ]
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Gosh you're impatient- pickings for sparring partners that slim?
[What like making new friends and snooping where he shouldn't be? He can put that off for a bit.]
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...Yes, actually.
[ He agrees anyway though, because it's true. Thor's been here nearly a month, and still only one person has fought him who wasn't some black, red-eyed monster. The challenge of another Asgardian will be a welcome change. ]
People around here would rather fuck than fight. You'll discover that in no time, Loki, if you haven't already. Bed partners on Zhautas are far less of a challenge to find.
[ Outside the facility, the beach is much less inhabited. More open sand, and ocean, and sky, and even the barrier, for its invisibility, can't mar the view. ]
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Well, nice for him anyways.]
Honestly Thor, I never have trouble finding bed partners. But I can imagine finding someone to spar with would be harder, especially given you're stronger than a good number of comers.
[Loki'll give him a run for his money! He's not as much of a fighter as Thor, but he can definitely hold his own, at least enough to make it fun.
And while he enjoyed the crowd, the space the beach offered was a nice change, Loki admiring the view with a low whistle.]
Well now, Manhattan doesn't have anything on this view.
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Thor's more surprised by that second comment though and turns, questioning. ]
Manhattan?
[ Why does that sound familiar. It's a city on Earth, isn't it? Where has he... When it strikes him, Thor only looks more concerned. ]
You're living in New York?
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Indeed I am! I've got a cozy little apartment and everything, very metropolitan.
[Thor why are you looking at him like that, it's fine!]
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But yeah Thor is still looking exactly how he was, which is a mix of concern and suspicion. Now with injury added, slightly, in the tensing of his jaw. ]
The last time we were in New York together, Loki was abducted by a wizard who wasn't glad to see him on the planet. Because my brother had tried to conquer it on the visit before, starting with Manhattan.
[ But that's a different Loki, a different universe, and if they were the same, they wouldn't need to have this conversation. That's not what bothers Thor. (Okay, it is. And the fact that Murdock and Jones are going to be a problem when they realize his brother is on this planet, possibly two of him or more, if this isn't some elaborate trick, not to mention Rogers and the other Avengers.) No, what bothers him about this Loki, from the good universe, is: ]
Why aren't you on Asgard?
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Yeah my history with New York is similarly unpleasant. But, so long as I keep a low profile it's fine. They're mostly trusting Thor's ability to keep me in line.
[But he's past that now! No more villainy or conquering for this trickster.]
Well, unsurprisingly Asgard at large still doesn't trust me, so I felt it would be best to live elsewhere for the moment. And I've actually been enjoying it. Starting to see what my brother sees in Midgard, to tell the truth.
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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. ]
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