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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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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.

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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.

[sorcerous]

"Do not touch me." Loki's voice is tight, clenched like a fist. "If you touch me, I will kill you were you stand. I swear it." He speaks low and rapid, and absolutely genuine; his body quakes with the hate that he cannot voice.

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He frowned at his tone, but inwardly.. Thor flinched. The anger, he could feel it off of him in waves.. the - no. He refused to believe that Loki hated him. It made no sense, even now.. and the small fractions of it that did, he still worked to deny.

"I have been.. mourning you," he bursts forth passionately, his voice angry. "And to see you alive, I -- you now threaten me? Loki.. it is unwise for us to be enemies in this strange land! We do not know what is waiting out there for us... with ill intent as likely as without!"

[sorcerous]

"Is it wisdom that now guides your hand?" Unwise, indeed.

Loki swallows his fury, and closes his eyes. There is fire in his breast, in his throat, and he breathes it into a funnel, twists it into power and weaves illusion.

He opens his eyes, and there is weakness in his gaze. Tearstained eyes.

"Brother," he whispers. "Can you not understand? -- I fell only days ago, and I found myself here. The pain is terrible; there is a beast within me, tearing at my heart."

(If Thor cares to look close, he may notice a subtle shimmer in Loki's form. What, then, is real...?)

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"It has been a long time in coming, I believe you would have said.." Thor murmurs, faint smile in memories of old.

He frowns a little at the change, and thought suspicious of it... because Loki had now made it he had to be.. he is still taking a step towards him, hand outstretched...

"Loki... then let us be together again. Brother. Do not make me a stranger once more."

[sorcerous]

Loki's hand reaches back, and, as their fingertips are to touch --

Loki allows the illusion to vanish. He has made his way around Thor, gotten behind him, and he swings his staff, swift, aimed for a blow straight at Thor's thick skull.

It has enough force to bring the Aesir to his knees.

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Regretful, hurt by the blatent trickey - though not uncommon even when they chanced to spar, it is this that winds Thor more than the attempted blow. Enough trust had been in his brother's words to not be able to avoid it entirely and his right hip throbbed with slight pain as he rounded back and swung Mjolnir high to strike upward and break agains the ground on impact, his eyes dark with anger...

[sorcerous]

There; that step has been taken. They are enemies. He is justified now, whenever Thor extends the hand of friendship, in doubting. War has been declared, and attacking Thor will never again be wrong; it will just be.

War is war.

But he is not prepared for a fight, not now. He will only win if he has the upper hand, before.

So he sees:

In a corner of his eye, his horse bucks and turns to flee, her main flying through the air. Thor with his teeth clenched in rage. The stillness of tree and leaf, without even the wind.

Loki closes his eyes, and his form explodes into feathers and wings. It seems as though he's turned into a torrent of birds, a cyclone of magpie and crow, each swirling, taking to the air. In reality, he is only one of them, wheeling to follow the path of the spooked and fleeing horse.