Rebirth 12th - Orb Post #01

[notyet_king]

[two fingers touch to the round sphere even as he begins speaking, eyes lowered slightly. Thor looks troubled, and his normal loud and confident manner is low, controlled. He seems to be holding back some emotion.]

I am Thor Odinson. I believe that you have summoned me here among my comrades for some quest. Yet, you have no clear motive for us apart from becoming your unlikely saviours. Whilst I would have taken this challenge willingly... certain.. events have come to transpire and I -

[a pause as he closes his eyes, muttering slightly, unintelligable. Loki can be heard in the midst of it all.]

There is something else I must do, too.

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[brosif]

Thor Odinson, hesitant at a challenge? Next you will tell me that Volstagg is fasting, Hogun is smiling, and Fandral has taken a vow of chastity.

[The jest is said without a smile – it reflects a truth. Things are so different now. And they will only continue to branch out from here.]

There are many things you do not yet know, my friend.

[notyet_king]

Would that they were with us, Sif. [a pause.] I have no desire to win, if that is what amuses you, so be it. I shall merely aid those who need it. [he had no wish to become Champion of such a place. He had duties back home, both of his homes!]

[brosif]

I know. [And that is all she will say on her absent friends, without prompting. Drawing forward in her chair, she laces her fingers together, thinking of what he needs to know. There is so much.]

I have ample reason to believe that the king is not being forthright about his reasons for bringing us here. But that can wait a moment. Tell me – what contact have you had with your brother?

[notyet_king]

Enough to know of his hatred and contempt -- I know not how to make him see me, and reason. [it pains him, and confuse him too.

Past the knowledge of why Loki had fallen, to the minute details he was allowed... Thor couldn't think why. But deep down, he did know.

He knew his own fault in it was great, from the start. Even small slights... when brought together would be great. He had pushed Loki just as much as he himself had...

He raises dark eyes to her's, voice soft and regretful.] I wished for... my brother back. But he was not lost. And all this time, he has been... angry with me. Hating me.

To know that is -- [he breaks off, scoffing. He's been a fool. He knows it.]

...That does not surprise me. This king must be dealt with in place of these perillous missions sent to boys instead of men.

[brosif]

[Sif meets his gaze, her own expression somber. How many times, as children, had they played Asgardian and Frost Giants? How many times had they made the younger prince play at the latter?]

I believe hate and love are wrapped up so tightly in your brother's heart right now that he cannot differentiate between the two. He strikes at you to strike at himself.