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[notyet_king]

Characters: Thor + Loki + anyone else!
Open? Yes
Where: taking a short rest, more for his steed than anything else, somewhere North.
When: Day 10, noon. He's been riding almost as soon as he had woken on Day 9, night.
What: determined to find some sign of life in the realm he's now been thrust into, Thor is on the lookout for friend as well as foe...
Warnings: if threatened, things could escalate to violence, but he will not be the first to land a blow most likely - he's not here to make enemies.
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Thor pauses, still in the raise of his hand to the mane of his horse. Eyes glancing sharply behind him at the sound he thought he had heard - "Who is there?"

His hand may have been on the hilt of his sword, but he would not draw first. Not unless he had to.. He takes a step forward, tilting his head as he looks into the thickets ahead...

"Speak. If you be not an enemy, I will not attack!"







[ooc: forward-dated before day change - thanks to Fran for permission!]

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[sorcerous]

Loki had assumed it was another on the road. A knight, a traveler, no one who could pose a threat to such a sorcerer, a monster-borne. He is outfitted for a days journey, his destination the thorns. As an object of study. He had delayed visiting them by a week, and that was long enough. Time that he saw this menace with his own eyes.

He hears another's hoofbeats approaching and thus ignores them. Urges his shy, dappled horse into a quicker pace. It suits her; she is high-strung, like Loki himself. They two have a sympathy with one another.

And so he rounds the trail's bend, and hears Thor's challenge, and stops in shock, drawing the mare to a halt.

His mind switches tracks with appalling ease.

"Then strike you," he snarls, hand reaching for his knives, "for it is no friend that greets you here."

yay! actually gtg do a family thing in about an hour, so will tag back later if I miss any, ok? >3

[notyet_king]

Thor's other hand that had placed on his horse to ground the poor creature tensed and, if anything, it served as the same for the Asgardian prince as well when his eyes set on the last person he expected to find in this place...

"Loki..." he breathed softly, shock a poor word for what he was feeling. It was, at best, a bizarre mix of hurt, relief and anger at possible deception.

He would never strike him asked as such. No.

[sorcerous]

He thinks of a dozen hurtful things to say -- how goes your mourning period, where is your mortal girl, tell me: does Mother weep? but he voices none.

"The town is that way," he says, short and cold. "Sif awaits, and companions, and heroic tasks. It is no coincidence that I go the other way."

Thor may notice that Loki favors his left arm, that on his right there is the slight bulge of a bandage under the sleeve. For he did not emerge unscathed from the fight with the monster, the night prior.

[notyet_king]

Disorientated by what is clearly some dismissal, Thor takes a step forward despite registering what was said. Wanting to keep Loki in his sights just a little longer --

Sif. She was in this accursed, confusing place, also? And what companions? Oh, what did it matter?

"Brother -" he started again, moving forward.

[avenging_archer]

The last day had been quite the eye-opener for Clint. It wasn’t every day you found yourself kidnapped and brought to some strange, magical land only to be told you’d been stolen out of your time to fight for some ridiculous war that was not your own. Clint of course reacted poorly to that. Being a stubborn and independent man, he didn’t like control of his life being wrested from him.

So instead, he’d set out to brood and get some time to think for himself. Taking the black stallion he’d been ‘gifted’ upon arrival, he headed outside the protection of the city. He’d left most of the bulky and unnecessary armor for the poor horse behind and it was obvious the stallion appreciated it because his gait was more springy and frisky today. Clint too had left most of his armor behind as well and only wore the chainmail shirt that was damned uncomfortable but great for catching any stray arrows. He had to get used to the idea that he was in a medieval time and there were no things like broad-spectrum antibiotics and the like to save his ass if he got injured.


God, what a mindfuck. Trying to shake off his grim reverie, the archer had gone far afield and hadn’t even noticed Thor’s presence until the Asgardian shouted his presence. That…sounded familiar actually. Turning the horse’s head, Clint looked to the east and saw Thor there. Jaw dropping, the blond archer gave a whoop of laughter and spurred his animal forward much to the stallion’s surprise.

“Thor! Holy shit is that you!?”

[notyet_king]

Thor, by contrast had no such wish to be aqquainted with this place for the unforseeable future as he had no plans to remain here... in the slightest. He would be leaving as soon as the means arised.

True, he wasn't a fool to disregard the book he had been given, his steed and weapon... that strange pendant about his neck. It was why he hadn't discarded them in the first instant.

The laughter wasn't a response he anticipated - but it was not unwelcome. That sunny underlay... the gallops that started with an excited voice... he set his foot back in a firm stance, ready --

They knew his name.

He realised this as the thicket was burst through and his eyes widened, sword raised but not in threat as much as surprise at the suddennes as it dawned on him just who had called out - "Clint! My friend - can - it is! Ha!"

[avenging_archer]

Seeing Thor here was both comforting since that meant there was yet another familiar face and dismaying since that meant whatever enchantment had brought them here, it could enslave even a God. And what hope did Hawkeye have if Thor was helpless in the face of this accursed places's power?

Pulling the stallion to a halt, Clint rubbed the sun warmed neck affectionately before sliding down the horse's side. Of course, on the ground, Thor once more towered over him, much to Clint's amusement. Leading his horse by a sure hand on the reins, he crossed the last few feet between him and the Asgardian and greeted him with a wide smile.

"Wish I could say we were meeting again under better circumstances, man." Chagrin filled the shorter man's eyes as he clapped a companionable hand on the Thunder God's arm. "If you've gotten dragged into this madness, I'd say we're all well and truly screwed. A couple of the others are here so maybe they just really need that unique Avenger's touch?" He snorted with a wry twist of his mouth.

[notyet_king]

If Thor had been privy to his inner thoughts, he would have protested in that same sternness he possessed for his new comrade not to carry his thoughts ahead in trepidation. It did not mean he were powerless that he had been taken here - and he had no plans of remaining, to be sure!

Thor smiled at the way Clint rode up, impressed by the smaller man's grasp of riding.. and he wondered how long he had been here. He seemed to be comfortable in his attire and station already and though this was comforting - because Clint was an adapter and capable, he knew - it was also a little concerning. How long -?

"It is well we have met," he murmured quietly, blue eyes meeting his a moment before they glanced over his shoulder and then back, from the road to him. So. The others were...

"Have you met them already, friend? Are they well?"

[like_a_gerbil]

His riding lessons were going better than he'd expected. As long as he didn't think too hard, letting his body react as he picked up cues from the mare. He still missed his motorcycle and was getting used to wearing armor instead of his uniform, but he was adapting.

The sound of a voice broke him from his reverere and he instinctively pulled his shield from his back. He was grateful to whoever had chosen Harley for him since the horse didn't shy away, seeming to wait for Steve to decide whether to go forward or turn around. Patting Harley's neck, he urged her toward the voice. "I don't want to be an enemy, but that'll depend on you."

[notyet_king]

Not expecting the voice to be quite as diplomatic as that, Thor frowned as he approached a little further, leaving his horse's side a moment, wanting a clearer impression and look upon the stranger.

When his eyes happened open a pair of blue eyes, in the darkened thicket, his own narrowed slightly.. but in confusion and disbelief more than challenge or enmity.

"Forgive me," he began, stern and polite. "But I believe I know of you, friend... in face if not in person. Tell me. Who are you?"

[like_a_gerbil]

He stares at Thor, ignoring that it's rude, absorbing details, noting familiar features and sorting through memories until he's struck by the realization that this man - or god, the files hadn't exactly been clear on that point - had been the subject of some of the briefings he'd had when Fury was trying to convince Steve that he was necessary to SHIELD.

"I think I know of you, too. My name's Captain Steve Rogers." He pauses, wondering if Thor did know him, which identity would he have been introduced to. "If you do recognize me, you might have been told my name's Captain America, not Steve."

[notyet_king]

It is the name more than anything that has the Asgardian's eyes widening slightly in recognition again and he takes a step forward, his hand raised and ready to shake - a custom he is coming to somewhat approve of as a greeting, although more often than not he will still go for a hard pat to the shoulder, or a rough embrace.

"So. I am glad my instincts were correct." He smiled warmly now. "I am Thor, of Asgard. How did we come to be here? It is a strange realm and no one tells me anything.."

Well, those he had seen who weren't intimidated and ran off.

[legacyofiron]

It was one of those rare days that Tony hadn't been out for any other reason than to look at the different geological possibilities as well as ore that might be found in the area. After all, being thrown into the flippin' dark ages was like his own personal hell... sans Steve Rogers. You can't be mad about getting stuck in a place with your childhood hero.

So when he'd seen yet another new person, he was curious. Too bad sometimes the birds liked him too much here and stealth was not an option. When the relatively too tall to be fair blonde demanded for his accountability, Tony winced. Oops.

Poking his head out from behind a tree, he wanted to rub his face when the horse did something similar to look at Thor. "Hey there. Nice day, right? Too much fresh air in my opinion, but at least it's not raining. Could you imagine the rust possibility in this area?" When he got nervous? He tended to talk too much.

[notyet_king]

Birds. Thor raised his eyes, just a brief flicker because he couldn't afford to lose his guard right now, when he didn't know of the other's intention. What --

Thor raised both brows at the sudden appearance and his lips quirked. Well, what a dishevelled, guilty look you wear, man.

He chuckled a little, not knowing what he meant by rust as he was sure these swords were most compatible with the weather in any case, and nodded, "It will not rain, friend... be at ease."

After all, he was confident.. he would still be able to tell.

[legacyofiron]

Breathing a slight breath of relief, he started to walk out from behind the foliage and made a face when his horse butted him from behind. Glaring over his shoulder he hissed a 'stop that' at the animal and frowned more when he looked away like it was ignoring him. Animals.

Looking back at the tall blonde, he grinned in greeting. "I hope not. Because I'm still looking for metals to make an alloy that will be the least likely to rust..." And get Steve out of that horrid armor and into something more uniform and better looking. Running a hand through his hair, he shrugged his shoulders.

"So you're new? Name's Tony. Have you seen the castle and village yet? It's like a DnD game gone wrong."

[notyet_king]

Thor might have smiled, just slightly at the interaction, leaning back a little to his own steed's gentle nudge to his back as he half-turned towards it. It seemed to be resenting the attention he was paying elsewhere already. What a strange one.

"Whilst I am unsure what DnD is, I assure you as long as there is sustenance and aid, I shall manage." He glanced back at him. "Thor, friend... the honour is mine." He raises a hand to him, to shake.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Even after all the things that had happened on the day of the full moon, Faolan had been up early. He had been through his usual routine of wandering around and chasing things, and as usual this led him to something of interest.

He paused in the bushes, looking and sniffing at the stranger. But the smell and something in the voice reminded him of Loki, so he was off his guard.

Beaming, he bounded out to let the newcomer see him.

[notyet_king]

Thankful for his training and reflexes he didn't strike at the sudden movement, Thor knelt down as he saw the child... a little confused but mostly concerned.

"Little one... are you alone?"

Because, regrettably, he had to suspect - someone could have sent him out here as a distraction before a real attack.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

The boy answered with a nod. "Now."

He wriggled, smiling eagerly up into Thor's face. "Play?"

[brosif]

Sif walks slower than normal, the injury from last night’s encounter and Loki’s attempted intervention heavy on her mind. She was mortal, here. With that knowledge, the landscape took on new shades and her actions grew cautious in return.

Which was why, when she heard her friend’s voice, she did not run to him. The tricks of this land overrode the potential delight of his companionship. It could have been a trap.

She rounded the brush warily, hand on her sword. She wasn’t in much condition to fight, yet, but when had that ever stopped her?

“Thor?”

[notyet_king]

"Sif!" The name bursts forth in more exclamation than question and then Thor is laughing as he approaches her, his hand outstretched until he notes the way she holds herself, "you are wounded?"

[brosif]

She holds herself back – not hostile, but cautious. Her hand rests on her sword. If this is really Thor, he would expect no less.

“This land is full enough of tricks. So prove yourself. Tell me something about our past that only Thor Odinson would know.”

[shiromadoushi]

There is an awkward moment of silence before a very sheepish looking young man with white hair wearing a button down shirt and blue jeans emerges from the woods to the side of the road, holding a few fallen branches in his arms. "Aaa... sorry. Didn't mean to startle anyone!"

[notyet_king]

The hair, more than anything offends the Thunder God as he stares at him. His cheery disposition where he expected taunts and curses is.. unnerving. He is silent as he approaches.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura blinks a few times at the silence, not quite sure what to make of it. Had he done something wrong already...? "Aaa... are you all right...?" he asks, taking a tiny step back without even thinking of it.