Ah, Thor. It’s always a pleasure to see you. Either you’ve been busy with the storms we’ve been having or the weather really is just that bad. Regardless, it’s nice to see old friends.
Hail Son of Coul! It is good to see you as well! Much has happened in your absence.
((I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but this is my friend and they are an AMAZING rp-er! They’re the original marvel-agent-coulson and came back and remade the blog!))
“I see you at least have the decency to put your weapon away. I suppose you have had time to change as well. So tell me, oh golden heir of Asgard, how have you fared since that fateful day I fell from the bridge? I am sure your grief was just too great. That is, if you grieved at all.”
Loki makes his way to where Thor stands and stops mere inches from him. Thor’s power radiated from him, and Loki could feel the electricity sparking his skin.
“Well, you certainly look the part of king now, at least.” He looks into the blue orbs that stare back at him. “How is father? Mother? Have they all but moved on as well?”
“I searched for you Loki, before I was forced to turn back. You fell so far, past the sight of even Heimdall…”
Loki’s subtle coolness crept over Thor’s skin as he approached. It was such a familiar sensation, yet one made strange by years of absence. Loki seems almost alien now, all darkness and hard, thin lines that had replaced the shining prince of Thor’s fondest memories.
He starts at mentions of their parents. Thor sighs, “Father is… much the same as he was. Mother… Mother refuses to wear anything but black since you fell. She still mourns, I still-” He stops himself. Thor is never good at dealing with these. He is a man of action, and heavy emotions are best left in a training ring or on the field of battle. “I have missed you, my brother.”
“So you gave up, is what you mean to say. Tsk, tsk, dearest brother, I am glad you did not exceed my expectations. I mean, I figured after awhile you would give up hope, and you did, so, you did exactly what I thought you would.”
He tilts his head to the side a bit as he brushes his fingertips up Thor’s arms to where his cape connects to the disks at the top of his armor. “Oh, I’m not surprised Odin doesn’t care. I would be honestly surprised if he didn’t throw a feast. And mother, perhaps it is a lot more merciful if she still believes I’m dead for the time being. What would she say if she could see me now? Hm? Do you think she’d still be mourning for me? Or would her heart turn cold just like that husband of her’s? And you, you still mourn for me? Ha! Well, here I am, Thor.”
Thor’s rage sparks at the comment. “Gave up? I was not the one who gave up, the one who decided to-” He catches the venomous comment and it bites his voice into a snarl, feels the rage that he thought he had long-buried come flooding to the surface. Thor grabs that Loki’s hand. Loki, who seeks to turn blame and twist jokes until he is the only one left laughing. He does not flinch at that bone-chilling cold that seems so much stronger now.
“You dare to question how deep I mourned? You would not know of it Loki. You did not wish to know, lest we would not be here. And yes, here we are. I have but one question for you. Why, Loki? Why now?” Thor’s blue eyes, stare into Loki’s green, daring him to look away, to evade. It is an answer that he must know.
Loki says nothing to Thor’s previous comments. He makes no comment of his brother’s rage that threatens to boil over. That certainly hasn’t changed. But he cares not of those things right now. There are more important things to address. Thor’s eyes burn into his own, but he does not look away, he doesn’t want to. Instead, he stares back, just as intensely as he answers.
“Because I missed you. And what’s life without having someone with you?” The smirk returns, though it doesn’t hold the same malice as before, rather, something deeper, something secretive. What is Loki holding in? What is he not telling him?
“I would appreciate if you’d let go of my hand, dear brother of mine.”
Thor drop’s Loki’s hand like it burns. He cannot help but notice how his palm still buzzes with a certain electricity from the contact. But the rage is still too fresh and he pushes it from his mind. “Missed me? Loki… You do yourself and I a disservice with jest.” Thor breaks away from the stare with Loki, slightly unnerved with the questions that seemed to bubble up in those green eyes.
“Indeed, what is life without a brother…” Thor looks off into the distance at that remark. He recalls so many small moments, times when he wished to speak to Loki, when he turns to share in a joke to find that seat next to him empty. Thor recalls a confidant lost and what was once rooms filled with companionship and conversation now turned to silence. The smile that drifts onto the god’s face is tinged with a sadness that has been deepened by the years apart. “I too have my you Loki.”
Aye, I was. At least… I thought I was. We were brought up as the closest of brothers since we were both babes. But something changed in him when I was young and foolish.
I am sorry… [He places his hand on Thor’s shoulder.] I know how you must feel—it is difficult to lose a brother.
That it is my friend. *he smiles sadly* But tell me, how are you? How fares your Asgard?
“I see you at least have the decency to put your weapon away. I suppose you have had time to change as well. So tell me, oh golden heir of Asgard, how have you fared since that fateful day I fell from the bridge? I am sure your grief was just too great. That is, if you grieved at all.”
Loki makes his way to where Thor stands and stops mere inches from him. Thor’s power radiated from him, and Loki could feel the electricity sparking his skin.
“Well, you certainly look the part of king now, at least.” He looks into the blue orbs that stare back at him. “How is father? Mother? Have they all but moved on as well?”
“I searched for you Loki, before I was forced to turn back. You fell so far, past the sight of even Heimdall…”
Loki’s subtle coolness crept over Thor’s skin as he approached. It was such a familiar sensation, yet one made strange by years of absence. Loki seems almost alien now, all darkness and hard, thin lines that had replaced the shining prince of Thor’s fondest memories.
He starts at mentions of their parents. Thor sighs, “Father is… much the same as he was. Mother… Mother refuses to wear anything but black since you fell. She still mourns, I still-” He stops himself. Thor is never good at dealing with these. He is a man of action, and heavy emotions are best left in a training ring or on the field of battle. “I have missed you, my brother.”
“So you gave up, is what you mean to say. Tsk, tsk, dearest brother, I am glad you did not exceed my expectations. I mean, I figured after awhile you would give up hope, and you did, so, you did exactly what I thought you would.”
He tilts his head to the side a bit as he brushes his fingertips up Thor’s arms to where his cape connects to the disks at the top of his armor. “Oh, I’m not surprised Odin doesn’t care. I would be honestly surprised if he didn’t throw a feast. And mother, perhaps it is a lot more merciful if she still believes I’m dead for the time being. What would she say if she could see me now? Hm? Do you think she’d still be mourning for me? Or would her heart turn cold just like that husband of her’s? And you, you still mourn for me? Ha! Well, here I am, Thor.”
Thor’s rage sparks at the comment. “Gave up? I was not the one who gave up, the one who decided to-” He catches the venomous comment and it bites his voice into a snarl, feels the rage that he thought he had long-buried come flooding to the surface. Thor grabs that Loki’s hand. Loki, who seeks to turn blame and twist jokes until he is the only one left laughing. He does not flinch at that bone-chilling cold that seems so much stronger now.
“You dare to question how deep I mourned? You would not know of it Loki. You did not wish to know, lest we would not be here. And yes, here we are. I have but one question for you. Why, Loki? Why now?” Thor’s blue eyes, stare into Loki’s green, daring him to look away, to evade. It is an answer that he must know.
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Hail, Brother! [Massive grin.]
Balder! Greetings! It is good to hear from you.
You as well; how have you been faring, Brother?
I have been well, albeit slightly melancholy. I have heard no news of Loki in years, not since he fell.
I am sorry to hear…from where did he fall?
He fell from the Rainbow Bridge into the abyss. He fell even past the keen eyes of Heimdall.
That is unfortunate…were you very close with him? I know some versions of Thor who are not…
Aye, I was. At least… I thought I was. We were brought up as the closest of brothers since we were both babes. But something changed in him when I was young and foolish.
Hail, Brother! [Massive grin.]
Balder! Greetings! It is good to hear from you.
You as well; how have you been faring, Brother?
I have been well, albeit slightly melancholy. I have heard no news of Loki in years, not since he fell.
I am sorry to hear…from where did he fall?
He fell from the Rainbow Bridge into the abyss. He fell even past the keen eyes of Heimdall.
“I see you at least have the decency to put your weapon away. I suppose you have had time to change as well. So tell me, oh golden heir of Asgard, how have you fared since that fateful day I fell from the bridge? I am sure your grief was just too great. That is, if you grieved at all.”
Loki makes his way to where Thor stands and stops mere inches from him. Thor’s power radiated from him, and Loki could feel the electricity sparking his skin.
“Well, you certainly look the part of king now, at least.” He looks into the blue orbs that stare back at him. “How is father? Mother? Have they all but moved on as well?”
“I searched for you Loki, before I was forced to turn back. You fell so far, past the sight of even Heimdall…”
Loki’s subtle coolness crept over Thor’s skin as he approached. It was such a familiar sensation, yet one made strange by years of absence. Loki seems almost alien now, all darkness and hard, thin lines that had replaced the shining prince of Thor’s fondest memories.
He starts at mentions of their parents. Thor sighs, “Father is… much the same as he was. Mother… Mother refuses to wear anything but black since you fell. She still mourns, I still-” He stops himself. Thor is never good at dealing with these. He is a man of action, and heavy emotions are best left in a training ring or on the field of battle. “I have missed you, my brother.”
You are most welcome fair mortal!
Hail, Brother! [Massive grin.]
Balder! Greetings! It is good to hear from you.
You as well; how have you been faring, Brother?
I have been well, albeit slightly melancholy. I have heard no news of Loki in years, not since he fell.
