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[futurekingofasgard-blog]

Midgardians! I require your assistance!

Loki's enchantments have reduced me to a size unbefitting of my stature as future king of Asgard, and I am now unable to heft Mjolnir. Not only that, but I cannot reach the board of keys and the electronic mouse at the same time, and as such my 'blogging' is delayed significantly.

Please, I need suggestions for what to 'Google' in order to return myself to my fullest stature.

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so.

There was just a tiny tremor through Tamworth.

Probably 3.0 on the Richter scale, tops. (I’m guessing. I can’t actually check, because the Geoscience Australia site is down from all the panicky people checking it.) Probably the scariest thing that happened was that it disconnected my external hard drive, which was more annoying than anything.

I think it’s hilarious that now, everyone in town is freaking the hell out. Like, if I took a sip of alcohol for every Facebook status I saw about how terrifying the earthquake was, I’d be unconscious on the floor. (Though given what my alcohol tolerance is like, that’s not really saying much.)

PATHETIC MORTALS. WHEREFORE ART THOU FRIGHT’D? ‘TWAS MERELY A TWITCH OF THE EARTH.

(lol what?)

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I apologise for your distress, fair maiden, I did not mean for my travel to affect your external hard drive and its electronic connections, I wished only to strike terror into the heart of every 'drop bear' so they would refrain from their rampant destruction of Midgard's inhabitants. Mjolnir's force was more than I had anticipated, despite my many years in wielding her. I shall not cause this mischief again, the threatening of an innocent planet's life is more my brother's choice of action, not mine.

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Loki’s upper lip curls when Thor wipes his hands on his tunic, smearing his own blood and spittle on his clothes, but he hardly cares more than that. He hardly cares, because he is tired and briefly defeated, briefly, because he knows he will rise again. He knows that this is the not the end of his fight, the end of his domination, despite how dominated he feels. The warmth of his brother over him, the scent of him, the presence of Thor… he has forever been overwhelming, and this moment is no less so… He finally lies back, tilting his head back and refusing to deign Thor with his gaze any longer. “We shall see.”

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Thor wishes to waste no time in calling SHIELD officers to retrieve Loki, but he cannot bear to let his brother go so soon, so he sits and watches for a time, silently appraising the damage done to Loki's body by his life after Thor... after Asgard lost him. He leaves Mjolnir atop Loki's chest, half desperate to keep his brother nearby and half hopeful that the contact with the hammer will somehow fix everything that has gone wrong inside of him.

After he does call it is not long until the building is flooded with SHIELD officers bearing weapons that they hope will aid them if Loki decides to strike. Thor is sure that he will not. His brother is tired, and injured, and Thor wishes that he would be allowed rest to heal, though he knows that after he is taken he will not be allowed anything he desires or needs for many months. It is difficult to take Mjolnir back, its vibrations almost saddened by the loss of Loki's body, and watch soldiers remove Loki, his brother's body slack in their arms, but he cannot turn away. He has spent too long without Loki in his sights, he will not turn away from him now despite how Loki refuses to return his gaze.

There must be a way to fix that battered body and broken psyche, Thor thinks. There must be.

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His body has already begun work to repair itself, with the assistance of his low reserves of magic, but the weight of Mjolnir slows the process a touch. Loki groans despite himself, trying to arch under the cursed hammer in hopes of dislodging it, his spidery fingers curling around the hilt. He can almost feel the power within it biting at him, refusing it even more than it had refused him before, and it only serves to rouse his fury further… but he is tired. He is very tired, and his fight has weakened with the staff no longer in his hands. A glare is cast up at Thor, for he can at least show his anger in this way, can at least show Thor that he has not a willing prey, a willing loser, in this battle.

“This will never end, Thor,” he whispers, blinking rain water from his eyes, trying to ignore the warmth that comes from Thor, trying to not think a moment on it— he is a creature made from ice and from hatred. Warmth lacks necessity for him, he tells himself. He laughs roughly, pushing at Mjolnir once more, trying fruitlessly to dislodge the weapon that has caused him ire for so long of his life… In a last attempt to sting Thor, he looks upon him with silence for a long moment- before spitting in Thor’s face, saliva and blood, a childish, bitter act, a crude lashing from Loki’s tongue, but the best he could do to renounce defeat. “Are you going to kill me, brother? Will you strike me down, to end this madness? For that— that is the only way that it will end.”

[futurekingofasgard-blog]

Laying his palm upon Mjolnir, Thor tells himself that he is using the hammer to check for signs of Loki's returning or waning strength, and that he is not using it as a proxy between his body and his brother's. Mjolnir's hums and subtle movements suggest that Loki is beginning to heal, but slowly, and his power is all but gone. Thor allows himself a breath of relief; Loki will not die from these injuries. Loki's glare cuts through Thor's relief, but not enough to dispel it entirely, and Thor smiles as he looks down upon his brother. They have not been so close in so long, and it has hurt to not feel Loki's cool skin upon his own, whether it be hands held as children or forearms brushed during a mock battle. It is soothing, almost.

Loki's attempts to move Mjolnir remind Thor of a time when they were both so desirous of the hammer, and he would laugh if he were not startled by the sudden flick of Loki's blood and saliva on his face. He wipes it away with his hands and cleans them on Loki's tunic, no less petty than Loki's initial attack, shaking his head at the cruel words flung at him. "There will be no death this day, brother." The bite of Loki's brother still hurts Thor, but he hides it better after battle, other emotions rushing to cover years of heartache.

"Midgard has many ways to subdue tricksters, some even the Allfather himself could never imagine. You will stay here, alive and-" with me, Thor wishes to say, but he cannot. He is sure however that he will not allow Loki to leave him so easily this time. Surely SHIELD can find a way to contain his brother until a way has been found to cure him of the wounds inflicted by his fall.

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Loki is ready to continue, to battle this out and prove his mettle to his brother, to show him that Loki Laufeyson is every bit the warrior as Thor Odinson and his lackeys, to prove that he is something so much more than most others are willing to believe. He will be feared, and his second step will be in defeating the mighty Thor of Midgard. He shifts, ignoring the rain that pours into the room, baring his teeth and narrowing his eyes, every inch a predator itching for prey in his jaws…

And then there is Mjolnir. He should have known that Thor would begin to take the game more seriously with time, and the time is now. He has no time to react, because Thor appears to have come into himself as a warrior, and Mjolnir hits him hard, rib-crackingly hard, sending him sprawling as he tastes blood on his tongue. His staff goes clattering across the floor, depressingly out of reach, even though he stretches his fingers for it. Turning a violent gaze towards Thor, Loki bares blood-stained teeth and snarls out, “This is… This is not over, Thor…” He begins to push himself up, ignoring pain, willing himself to crawl towards the staff, feeling needy and desperate and wanting, he must win…

[futurekingofasgard-blog]

Thor is ever-wary of the potential for one of Loki's clones to be subdued on the floor, with the real Loki hidden behind some upturned table waiting to strike, but as he approaches his prostrate brother he worries only for the fact that he may have caused grave injury. Before Loki removed his hand from Gungnir and fell from the edge of Asgard Thor had never worried about hurting him, not truly. The power within Loki was strong even then, and there were always medics so close to their sparring quarters that injury could be healed within moments. Here, on Midgard, and with Loki having surely seen and felt many evils during his fall to come out looking as such, Thor feels he must be cautious about injuring him. It may come to pass that his worries are erroneous, but they are always present.

His limbs still thrumming with the wrath of battle and the ache of his collision with the wall, Thor moves carefully towards Loki, eyeing his brother as he makes to push himself off the ground. He suspects that though Loki attempts to move for the staff, his body will not make it there, and he feels a pang of... something that he was the one to subdue him so. There is no pride in this end. Still, he must secure Loki, and he places Mjolnir atop Loki's chest in an attempt to force his brother's compliance, making every attempt to ignore the blood-stained spittle that escapes as Loki hisses.

"This must end now, Loki." Thor crouches, almost whispering, as though he tries to console a wild beast in its death throes, an arrow through its chest. The wind outside has subsided, though the rain still falls, running in rivulets down his armour. "You cannot be allowed to continue this madness."

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Loki can imagine the two of them, moving as a whirlwind together, one intending to harm and one intending to put a stop to it all. He can see that Thor is holding back on him, knows by the other’s fruitless cries that Thor simply wants to knock him down and plead with him more. This pushes him, pushes him to go faster, to strike harder, to fight with a greater anger than he already has. He sees the hammer come for his legs and jumps, planting his staff and holding tight to use his momentum and swing himself around, twisting around Thor to land a little further out of his reach. He lifts the staff and pushes the energy within it, grins as a glow brightens and brightens and bursts forth, aiming at Thor as he flings the burst of magic forward.

After this, he puts a bit of space between the two of them, chest heaving. He is slowing, he can feel it, but there is a fever within him, keeping him moving, keeping him from running. He is shaking. He ignores it, and begins to circle again, the building creaking ominously around them, shuddering as its supports and bearings threaten to give way with the storm outside.

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Thor doesn't expect Loki to dodge his swings, assuming that his brother is too ensnared by battle in a way he had never been before his fall, so his instincts fail him after Loki jumps away. The bolt of magic hits him squarely in the chest and blows him across the hallway, making an impressive series of cracks in the old brick wall as his body collides with it. From his position against the wall he reaches for Mjolnir, frowning as the weapon resists the call to his hand momentarily before flying to him, landing neatly in his palm.

Pushing off the wall, his muscles aching from the force of the collision, Thor stands tall and stalks towards Loki, watching as he circles their battlefield. Loki seems slower than before, though only minutely, and Mjolnir passes information to Thor that suggests his brother's magic is weakening, though the power of the staff itself remains strong. It is obvious that there is no chance of stopping Loki with words, not now that he has given himself to the ethereal power of the staff, not now that he is so evidently drunk on the battle that Thor would have once reveled in, so Thor pauses his advancement to take careful aim.

Rain is falling through in heavy sheets through the shattered windows and cracks in the roof, droplets running under his collar as he focuses on Loki. "I am sorry, brother," he murmurs as he flings Mjolnir towards his brother, compensating for Loki's movements and the wind whistling through the corridor by pouring much of him remaining strength into the throw. However much Thor wishes there was, Loki has shown him that there is no time left for pulled punches.

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The twist of Thor’s head leaves a feeling of satisfaction within Loki, and he laughs, breathless and wild, as he steps closer, closing further distance between himself and Thor, though he knows he must be cautious. Mjolnir is a mighty weapon, and he has felt the sting of its power before, and he does not seek to feel it again. His staff remains ready, crackling with energy and life, and he is ready as well, lithe form posed to fight. There are no inclinations to run now, even as he feels the fires of cosmic energy begin to burn at him — he knows he must end this battle quickly. And he shall.

Loki steps closer still, and the building creaks ominously as wind continues to whip outside. He wants to glance aside to see if he can spot a storm through the window, to see if his brother is conjuring the fury of the skies with his own battlelust, but he does not dare look away at this moment. A moment more, and he steps forward, swinging the staff again in hopes of catching a sharp hit to Thor’s chin, before twisting to follow up with a sharp smack of the staff to Thor’s arm, hoping to loosen his hold on Mjolnir. All the while, his heart is racing, pounding, body alive and burning with the great magicks held in the heart of his staff, coursing through him…

[futurekingofasgard-blog]

The slant of Loki's body displays all his readiness to fight and Thor knows it is useless now to protest, but nonetheless he tries one final time to convince his brother to cease. "Loki, stop this madness!" he cries, his voice just audible above the wind whistling through the window he destroyed earlier. His attempts only earn him a clip across the chin and a stronger attack upon his arm, but his grip on Mjolnir is too powerful for such a hit to jostle the hammer from his grasp, not yet at least.

There is a clap of thunder outside and Thor lunges forward, swinging Mjolnir in moves designed to incapacitate rather than injure. It is difficult to hold back as the hammer encourages him, pulsing its dwarven magic alongside the adrenaline in his blood, but despite all of Loki's words Thor does not truly wish to kill him. It may only take a single swing of Mjolnir to remove his brother's head from his body, and that is the most undesirable consequence that Thor can imagine. The power emanating from Loki and the staff are almost as one, Lokiandthestaff, thestaffandLoki, pulsing with star-bright energy in perfect sync, and Thor tries to avoid it as best he can while continuing to swing at Loki's legs, aiming to knock him to the floor.

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Evils.

Evils, he hears, again and again, and he smiles, he smiles with teeth and hurt-turned-hatred, and he stands taller for it all, because if this is the mantel and crown he will be handed, he will place it upon his brow with pride. “Evils, my brother? You are their golden savior, the Midgardian guardian? How very quaint. How pleased is the Allfather, hm? Does he laud you for leaping to the defense of such a minuscule and scattered realm? Does he give praise in the halls of Asgard to his good son, to his true son, for standing steady for the Midgardians even as they rip their own realm apart without care?” And here, he laughs, sharp and bitter and truly mirthless as he steps closer to his brother still, starting to circle around him, grinning all the while.

“You say it has nothing to do with the past, Thor, and yet you call me brother… If this moment, these moments, this upcoming future in the rule of Loki, will have nothing to do with the past, then surely the past should not even take play in our lives now. You wish to leave our past out of this, Thor? Then accept that you and I are no longer brothers. We never were. The Allfather spread his lies and yet let me be accused of being the silvertongue, the liar, the evil one…” Loki pauses for a moment, licking his lips, before speaking again. “Everything from the past remains, Thor. You and I will forever be at ends, you understand? Forever. And what is upcoming, what you will face in your bold and brave defense of Midgard will simply be more of what has already been, in another realm, but always the same.”

He glance down at Mjolnir, seeing there how very much his brother feels the itch to battle, marveling briefly at how well Thor is holding himself back. “Your weapon betrays you, brother,” he murmurs, and his gaze flicks up to finally look Thor in the eyes, unblinking. “You wish to keep Midgard safe? Then lift your weapon, and fight me!” His staff flicks up, aiming to strike Thor in the face with the end of it, crackling with energy.

[futurekingofasgard-blog]

The building creaks further as Loki smiles and Thor sees for the first time a trickle of what he has sparked in his brother. "We are both truly his sons, Loki, no matter our parentage. He does not approve of my actions in Midgard, but I find his ruling misplaced. He knows not the way that destruction falls upon these humans like the falling of Yggdrasil's leaves upon the halls of Asgard. They need protection." Thor is forced to raise Mjolnir against his brother as Loki stalks closer, ensuring that his back is never turned while Loki circles him. "The Allfather does not understand."

Thor's heart clenches in his chest in a way he has never felt as Loki proclaims that they are not brothers. All of the words in the nine realms cannot convince him that their bond is breakable, and if only he can find an opening in Loki's speech he will tell him as such. Thor watches, stance wide and Mjolnir poised for attack as Loki spits his lies, tongue weaving tales that cannot possibly be true, tales that Thor can never believe to be true no matter the voice speaking them. "Odin was wrongfully protective, though not all he spoke was lies," Thor tries to reason. "He wished us both to stand as kings of Asgard after his time."

Reluctantly Thor looks away to gauge the suitability of the corridor for Loki's potential escape or an impending battle, and startles when he returns his gaze to his brother to find Loki's piercing eyes upon him. The momentary shock of what lies within Loki leaves Thor open for attack and the charge from the staff catches him on the cheek before the cold metal even touches his face. The force of the magic and the staff itself forces his head to the side and he uses the momentum to spin, attempting to use Mjolnir to force the staff further from his body.

"I do not wish to fight you, brother, as I have said before," he shouts, but still he stands ready, facing Loki and all of his brother's hateful power, Mjolnir pulsing in time with Thor's heartbeat.

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For a moment, Loki is sure that his brother cares not and is ready to charge into battle. He should have known that it was more that Thor was simply too single-minded to realize that he need not continue his search when Loki was standing right there. He cocks his head at the sound of his name, and it sounds strange on Thor’s tongue, tinged with history and pain and knowledge, as though he is being called by name through its translation into another tongue. It does not sound like his own — it is the name of the former self, the pitiful creature Loki used to be so long ago, or what felt like so long ago… He curls his upper lip in distaste, looking aside, dismissing the name. That was another, broken, pathetic soul. He has been reshaped and reformed by the stars, and he is something more, now, something more than even Thor, or Odin…

His sharp gaze turns back to Thor, scathing and freezing alike, full of fury and hatred, and Loki takes a step towards Thor, baring his teeth for a moment now. “You play the fool, brother, and it has never done you well by me,” he growls, adjusting his grip on the staff as it thrums with power, needy tendrils of it winding into his very self, making him feel so much stronger. “You and your new companions, your new warriors, lurking about like wild dogs waiting for prey, trying to undo what I have done… Your lot should have left, should have left me to what is mine. Do you seek to take everything from me again?”

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Loki's break in eye contact is the first time Thor has felt truly wounded by his brother's presence in many years. Flicks of Loki's silver tongue are things that can be handled like the scratches from a housecat, with pressure and distraction, but Loki's expression and his disdain for Thor's very visage injures Thor deeply. He wants to step forward, to take hold of Loki's chin and force eye contact again, but Loki looks up too quickly and Thor feels burned by the gaze, unfamiliar emotion radiating from cold eyes he once found so familiar.

It takes him a moment to realise that he's raised Mjolnir into the air, using the hammer to extend his reach to his brother's body, but he lowers it carefully the moment he realises it has left his side. Loki seems enraged but not needy for battle, and Thor will not provoke him if it is not necessary. All this time he has never moved his eyes from Loki's, even as Loki felt fit to turn away from him; Thor will never forget that Loki's eyes are the only place he cannot always sustain his lies.

Thor stands his ground as Loki approaches and makes no attempt to hide his confusion. "I play no fool, brother, truly I misunderstand. My friends and I are only protecting Midgard from evils-" he pauses, his words chosen poorly, and he can only hope that Loki will not discover his fault in language. "We protect it from those who seek its destruction. You have done that this day." Mjolnir vibrates near-violently in his hand, its intensity increasing as Loki begins to look stronger before Thor's very eyes. "I wish only to keep Midgard safe from those who would use it for their own gain. This has nothing to do with our past feuds."

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They stand on the same floor now, and it is here that Loki catches himself in a moment of hesitation. He cannot name a reason for it, so he dismisses it, and takes the last step forward to come into view of Thor, head tipped low and brows drawn together — had he his helm, he is sure he would look far more imposing. Rather, he is dirty, speckled with dust, hair ruffled, flesh pale… But matters of intimidation matter not with Thor, Thor the Mighty Avenger, he has heard the mortals call him, the silly, puny, pathetic virus that will soon be his to control and guide…

He inhales, and cocks his head, and the smile that curls on his lips is bitter and full of teeth as he looks at Thor unblinkingly. “My brother,” he greets, the term all mockery and venom, no sense of love within his words. He despises the warrior before him, the man who ruined it all, if only he had just sat back and been quiet and remained as he was, rather than falling for that pathetic Midgardian woman and coming home a changed man, coming home and being the king that Asgard wanted and removing him, removing him, killing him, sending him to fall into the very fabric of the universe, and here he stands, Loki thinks, grinning now, fingers shaking until he tightens his grip on his staff, here he stands, powerful and reborn with the stars in his flesh and in his hands and the light of a million suns in his veins. He will show Thor the creature that he helped birth. He will show Thor the villain he created.

“You should have gone, Thor… You should have let the battle end.”

[futurekingofasgard-blog]

Loki's sudden appearance almost doesn't stop Thor's progress down the corridor. Too caught up in his own mind, Thor takes a good few more steps before pausing, shock chasing battle-readiness from his body as the vision of his brother settles into his mind. Loki looks so world-weary as compared to the last time Thor had seen him; once he had been so regal and now he looks almost feral, like his fall through time and space has brought him close to breaking. Maybe it has broken him.

It's almost difficult for Thor to see the brother he once had within the Loki-shell that stands before him. Only as he speaks can Thor recognise his brother beneath the painfully frozen exterior. "Loki," he begins, but he can find little to say. It has been so long, and Loki's first act upon reaching Midgard was one of such destruction. Thor ensures that his grip on Mjolnir is as secure as it was before, and widens his stance so subtly, in case this maddened version of Loki decides to strike. The unwillingness to fight his brother clashes with Thor's ever-constant lust for war, but he is sure that it will continue to win out unless Loki strikes first. Loki always must strike first.

What Loki says then only serves to confuse him. "What battle, brother?" Thor calls him brother in the same voice he always has, only now it is tinged bitter with confusion and the forced loss of the one he loves so much. "I know not where I could go within the nine realms to escape a battle of which I am unaware." The building creaks beneath his feet as a wind begins to pick up within the tattered ruins of the city.

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The clatter grates on Loki’s nerves. He knows his brother is out, that the mighty step of Thor is another sound to this already broken city. He cannot face Thor alone, not with Mjolnir in his brother’s hand and naught but his frayed wits in his own. Not yet, at least. He is bright enough to pick his battles, always has been and forever shall be, and this would be satisfying, to face down Thor and spit venom into his ears, specifically for him alone, but… But Loki pauses to figure out where he is, how far he needs to go. He pauses to breathe and calm himself. He cannot control a situation with his very mind sending him reeling.

Blow him, there come the sounds of… none other than Thor, of course. Brutish, breaking, careless Thor. He who would push things aside and make his own path, even if it alerts Loki to his every move he makes. He can hear Thor shoving tables, moving across the room… towards Loki. Loki is a floor above the source, standing as still as he can, though he knows what little good it likely will do. Mjolnir has given Thor a tie to magic, and surely with this tie, Thor knows he is here. Not to mention the whole destruction of another building incident. He needs to get out of this building, but less and less, it seems like he will without a fight. His hands shake at the thought of drawing power from the cosmic cube that is cradled in his staff — the power of it drains on him, like holding a star in his hands and trying to control and guide it as it spirals into a supernova. But… he will if he must, and he will hope that his body can take it.

Cautiously, he taps into the power available to him, and his own power flares to life. It is an addiction, this rush. This light and energy coursing into his veins and making him stifle a laugh, it is like a heady wine and a rush of adrenaline and the very universe itself pouring into him and making him alive. No longer does he hold doubts on whether or not he can control this power. He knows he can. He knows, and he will show his brother. His plan quickly shifts from escape to challenge, and brazenly, he begins to make his way down the stairs to his brother’s oafish gallumphing on the floor below, standing tall and proud, despite the tremble in his fingers and the sweat on his brow.

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At the end of the lengthy corridor Thor finds an unbroken window and naught else. Taking pause, his arm thrumming with Mjolnir's magics, he attempts to listen for footsteps, or any indication of where the other in the building could be, but he hears nothing. He has been too rash, and has missed his chance to track his brother. In a fit of rage he kicks a nearby side table towards the window and shatters it, trapped between anger and concern for the people below as he listens to it crash to the street. He had been taught how to track by the wolf-chasers of Álfheimr, and remembers spending much of his childhood being praised by the Álfar as he successfully cornered his prey, but now he has thrown that knowledge away as he too-eagerly stalked Loki through the building. His prey was lost.

Calming his rage and preparing to depart, assuming that Loki had disappeared into a black hole of his making to hide from the Avengers once more, Thor feels Mjolnir vibrate with warning. He takes pause to feel the hammer's movements as they pull him away from the window and back down the corridor, flexing his fingers around the handle to ensure that it is truthful. Though he continues to hear no footsteps other than his own he is sure that Mjolnir is encouraging him, telling him that Loki has not disappeared. His footsteps are lighter this time, not the thundering attacks upon the floorboards of before, but softer steps, more care taken as he decides where to place his feet. As his training flows back into his mind he remembers the rules for hunting prey, silence and surprise, traits he had despised at the time but has grown to understand in his time away from Asgard.

With Mjolnir as his arrow, both to guide and to fell anything in his path, Thor carefully creeps back up the corridor. He is no longer as light footed as the Álfar had taught his younger self to be, but he is now more assured of himself, and calmer in the face of the hunt. If Mjolnir was not simply aroused by Loki's residual magics and is in fact tracking the magician himself, Thor is sure he will find his brother in the tattered building.

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Below, he can hear the shrieks of horrified humans as they watch the building begin to fall. Some are so far beyond the loss of their city that he can hear cries for his brother’s safety rather than cries for the loss of the building, whatever importance it might hold. Loki watches with thrill and delight coursing through his veins as the building begins to fall and tilt, twisting like a falling monster as it prepares to crash to the street below.

His thrill, his delight, his giddiness, it is all dashed when he sees Thor’s leap. He leans out of the window without thinking, watching as Thor crashes through a window a short distance from himself, landing safely inside while the building Loki has just destroyed wreaks further destruction on the streets, and now, now Loki questions the foolishness of his choice, of his inability to walk away from his brother, because now he will likely draw the attention of others, and his brother is now in the same building as him, fully capable of finding him. He must run, but he needs time.

The destruction from before and this new act has left him tired and weakened. He must run, physically, a most unfortunate thing, before he can truly get himself away — his reserves for escape had been wasted on bringing down a building in the childish hope of hurting his brother. So he turns, turns from the window and moves for the door of the room, picking his way across the ruins of what were assuredly antiques and other strange human collections, staff gripped tight in his hand. For a moment, he nearly reaches for the handle, before snarling and lifting a foot to kick the door sharply, knocking it out of his way. Noisy, but it would save him time, allowing him to rush for the stairs, inwardly berating, berating, himself for being such a fool…

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Thor collects himself and looks briefly around the room, clutching Mjolnir with a white-knuckled fist. His sudden entrance and Mjolnir's flight have left the already destroyed room in a worse state; pillars cracked and threatening to topple from where the Uru hammer crashed through them, and previously unbroken mirrors and glass vases shattered from the force of his landing within the building. The building itself is tall, tall enough to now tower above the crumbled ruins of Thor's previous guard station, and he takes a moment to check the street below for any signs of further distress before he goes to open the door of the room and instead wrenches it off his hinges.

As he drops the door to the ground the echo clatters in an unnatural way, so Thor takes pause to listen to the noises of the building. Closing his eyes allows him to focus on more than just the shudders of the broken building and the screams of terrified Midgardians below him, and in his pause he hears creaks that sound less like the fight of a building to stay upright and more like the movement of a person across unstable floorboards. Mjolnir vibrates in his hand, attuned to Thor's thoughts and feelings and conveying his warlust to the world, but also shaking with the sense of nearby magic, familiar magic, the same magic that so recently brought a city of mighty buildings to the ground.

Clenching Mjolnir so hard that the leather strap digs lines into his palm, Thor makes his way through the door and down the hall of the building, knocking aside upended tables as he approaches the source of the sound. To think that he might see his brother again, despite all that Loki has done, is causing Thor's heart to sing beneath the readiness for attack that he keeps layered within himself. Hurts can be healed, he believes, as he was by his banishment. He cannot be without Loki forever.

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Steadfast

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There is no denying the familiar gnawing at the back of his mind. Loki is more than aware of what it is to sense one’s own, though he shall ever-forth be reluctant — unwilling — to think of this one in particular as his anything again. Loki tightens his grip on his staff, and moves to the window once more, peering up instead of down this time, and — nay, he is not hard to spot. The golden one, the pride and joy of Asgard, standing guard over Midgard instead, looking infuriatingly perfect, as always. Loki’s lip curls in a sneer, and he leans further, unable to stop himself, unable to help it. Besides, he is safe, here. He is in shadow from the very building his brother lurks atop as a gargoyle.

His eyes narrow. Forever in shadow. Anger churns in his belly like brimstone and acid and he wonders for a moment if he shall froth and burn the world like an ancient dragon. Forever in shadow. Even now, even in Loki’s moment of triumph, Thor stands above him and looks steadfast as ever. His hand hurts from clutching his staff as tightly as he is, but he cannot stop, he cannot calm the fury in his mind, and he wants to hurt. 

The remaining glass in the window cracks. Pieces fall, tumbling, whirling to the ground so far below. A growl rumbles so low in his throat, reverberates in his chest, and rolls through the floor below him. His eyes never leave Thor, piercing, trapped, because he is torn between wanting to challenge him in battle and wanting to hide, hide so that he might not be seen by the one whose visage hurts him most. So he lifts a hand and sends the building beneath Thor’s feet trembling — he will bring it down.

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As glass shatters on the ground below Thor turns to see a shadowed window on the building opposite him and wraps his fingers around Mjolnir's hilt, his senses primed for battle. Despite the destruction of the city the buildings rarely fall further than they already have; to his eyes anything that has been so destroyed can no longer become moreso, so Thor stands quiet and ready, his heart rate speeding as he awaits the thrill of attack.

The rumbling from the direction of the window sets his teeth on edge and he widens his stance, unhitching Mjolnir from his belt so he can balance the weight of the weapon in his hand, heavy and reassuring. There's a feeling in the air, one Thor has grown unaccustomed to in his time on Midgard, but truthfully something he can never bear to forget. For some time he'd believed it to be a remnant of the attack, something left behind as the perpetrator of the destruction scurried back to his hideout and away from the justice of the Avengers, away from the searching eyes of his brother, but now as it lingered so close...

"Loki," Thor whispers into the roaring air, and then the building starts to fall from beneath his feet. His momentary distraction at the thought of his brother (not-brother, always family) costs him escape time and he scrambles across the roof of the quickly collapsing building towards the next one over, the one with the grandiose awnings and the shattered, shadowed window. As he attempts to leap from one rooftop to the other the bricks beneath his feet give out and he falls haphazardly through one of the few unbroken windows in the grand building, landing heavily on a carpeted floor. Mjolnir skitters away from him before he recalls it with an easy thought, and he draws himself to his feet to survey the building where he almost dares to believe he might find his brother once more.

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Steadfast

While Iron Man and Captain America are scouting the ruins of Lady Liberty, and the other Avengers are tending to whatever SHIELD has tasked them with, Thor is standing guard atop one of the few tall buildings left standing in the center of New York City. Despite his initial distaste for the lack of action that a guard station provides him, he's grown to enjoy the general silence of being alone. Now instead of restlessly pacing rooftops and swinging Mjolnir in a futile effort to make it seem as though he is doing something of worth, Thor spends much of his guard time as an imposing sentinel. Mjolnir hangs from his belt but is always within his reach, while the relative solitude reminds him constantly of his Asgardian quarters, spacious almost to the point of loneliness.

Thor has mused much on loneliness over recent times, since the suspected reappearance of Loki in the city, though he himself has never been lonely, not really. Surrounded by his family since birth, Loki included, though as Thor grew he became aware of those who flocked to him to use him for his title, and those who flocked to him out of adoration. From a young age, even by Asgardian standards, he had been no stranger to soldiers with endless requests for sparring battles, or beautiful women with their sultry eyes and open hearts ready and willing for him to bed them. So Thor has never quite been lonely, but until Loki's... turning, he had never realised that the luxury did not extend to his brother.

But enough of that, he thinks, blinking away thoughts that matter little to the situation at hand. Thor knows he cannot afford to dwell on the past if he is to protect the city until it can be rebuilt. Standing a little straighter, he flexes his fingers above where Mjolnir's weight is a heavy reminder of his duty to this Midgardian city, and returns his gaze to the ruins, and the pigeons that still flock to areas they once called home.

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thestarspangledmanwithaplan replied to your post: thearmoredavenger replied to your post: gammarayed...

Try not to let Tony get to you, my friend. You know he takes pride in how much he can ruffle a person’s feathers.

I understand the motivation behind entertainment, but why is it necessary that he uses Mjolnir as the base of his (I can only assume) crude jokes. He does not do the same for your shield, or his own suit, or Agent Barton's bow, so why does he choose my hammer.

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thearmoredavenger replied to your post: gammarayed replied to your post: fanboywitch...

More like I’ve just stopped doing it to your face.