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sad alcohol panda ([personal profile] deemed) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2017-04-03 07:15 pm

[closed] the water's sweet

CHARACTERS: Odinson and MCU Loki; hit me up if you want your character there too??
DATE: March 6th/7th, once the infected are almost all rounded up.
WARNINGS: alcohol, maybe some bad language
SUMMARY: Odinson got some Asgardian booze. He's celebrating by drinking it and feeling sorry for himself.

He hadn't intended to drink this much.

(There were a lot of things he hadn't intended, he thinks darkly, taking another swig from the flask.)

The number of civilians needing help has dropped to a trickle, teams of Audentes are combing the streets for the remaining infected who need the cure; for the first time since arriving in the middle of the pandemic, Odinson has the chance to sit and consider the situation. The arrival of a barrel of mead (presumably) from home had seemed like the logical accompaniment and reward for his hard work over the past weeks here.

He's alone in the park, sitting on a bench overlooking a small pond. His body aches, an indicator of how little thought he's paid for his well-being. He had underestimated how strong the infected were, had worked with very few breaks, hadn't been cautious about teeth and nails cutting at his skin. But the mead soothes that pain nicely.

It does not soothe his restlessness about the second hammer.

He had seen it with his own eyes, stood close enough to take it if he had tried and felt the power resting within her, screaming for her Thor. He grimaces to think that she's now hopelessly out of his reach. (That's the story of his life now, isn't it?)

The sun descends to the horizon while he sits and drinks and thinks (and mopes). Would this Mjolnir accept him? Would he be worthy of her? Does he want to be worthy again? Does the universe need that? The other Audentes he's met here are capable enough without him, aren't they? How is he to make a proper impression as a son of Asgard if he cannot manage to speak with his own brother?

There are no answers, only more mead.
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-04 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
As the panic died down and people slowly settled into the everyday routines of rounding up the infected, Loki had began taking slow walks around the city. It's very, very different from each of the few Midgardian towns he'd seen before, not quite as small and quaint as the place Thor had fallen to, but nothing like the grand splendor of so many mortal lives scurrying about their day when he'd released the Chitauri hordes.

And then he sees a hunched figure up ahead, the sinking sun blinding him for a moment, and Loki thinks, no. And he thinks surely not. And he thinks it couldn't be. And as he shields his eyes, not stopping or slowing his pace, he sees that his thoughts were, at once, both right and wrong.

There sits Thor, because who else could it be? Thor, but not the one he knows, so close and yet so utterly different. This is, perhaps, the Thor who would call himself brother to the other Loki. Or it is, perhaps, a Thor unrelated to either of them.

Still, Thor is Thor and Loki feels anticipation and dread curl together at the pit of his stomach. Over and over again, his mind turns potential ways of greeting the other man--but the familiar scent that wafts through the area as he approaches chases all other thoughts away. "Is that Asgardian mead?" he asks, too startled to hide his surprise. "I did not think this place capable of procuring such drink."
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
At the offer, he sits--and doesn't bother to correct Thor's assumptions. That will come later. In any case, Loki rather suspects trying to explain who he is won't go over particularly well with Thor quite as drunk as he is.

"Will you be sharing your drink?" he then asks, one eyebrow arching sharply. "Really, Thor. How much have you had?" Thor's not known for being a lightweight, after all, and this is clearly not the weak Midgardian swill they pass off as drink.
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-04 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"A mere half barrel," he echoes, dry, but his brow furrows as he leans forward, resting his arms on his knees to take a longer, closer look at this not-brother of his.

No longer Thor. Another by that name. And not at all, it sounds, like what Loki and Loki are to one another. What does that mean? How is it that Thor is no longer Thor?

"Th-- Odinson," he corrects himself, "Tell me your tale. How you came to be here. What it is that troubles you. And how it is you've lost your name." Perhaps it's cruel to take advantage of Thor's inebriation. Perhaps it's just being wise.
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-08 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Another wields Mjolnir? Loki doesn't quite mange to school the surprise from his features. "Odin has always been capable of swinging the silly thing around," he points out, "And that never bothered you before."

Unless. Unless what Odinson means is...

"Can you not wield the hammer anymore?" He'd seen it happen once before, but couldn't imagine any Thor to allow it to happen so again. Perhaps this Thor, this Odinson, never had the experience that Loki watched his own Thor go through.

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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-08 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your father," he snaps back reflexively, the words coming out without needing his thought for them.

Loki finds his head swimming, his fingers clenching into the soft fabric of his slacks before he remembers himself and takes the time to slowly release his grip. While he'd always known their worlds and lives to not be at all the same, he hadn't realized how very much so his home and Loki's were different.

Odin unworthy of Mjolnir. Thor damning him. Thor unworthy of Mjolnir. A different--Thor?

"You're quite bitter," he says as lightly as he can manage. "What is it Odin has done to incur the wrath of the mighty Thor himself? Of the Odinson, who still bears his name?"
Edited 2017-04-08 23:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-09 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Mother was the one that taught me to be who I am," he says then, stilted; her death is no longer so fresh, thankfully, but speaking of it--to Thor of all people, seems to bring it to the forefront of his mind once more. "Odin did not appreciate her half as much as he should have."

That point, at least, he doubts Thor will argue.

"You're awfully maudlin today," Loki then sighs, reaching over to help himself to Thor's drink. "Is it the mead affecting you?"
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-09 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Isn't it?"

Taking a sip, then another, Loki lets the silence between them drag on. He wonders when Thor will realize he isn't the Loki he knows--the excuse of an alcohol-induced hallucination will only last so long.

He's uncertain as to whether or not he wants Thor to know.

"I'm still waiting, you realize. For you to speak of that which has today driven you to drink."
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-23 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He flicks his wrist in a flippant move, shrugging. "Yesterday, then. The week or month, or however long it is you've caught yourself in this dismal mood. You've spoken of it in vague terms, but today... Today is the day you're drowning yourself in mead."

Loki's eyes are a sharp, glittering green, not quite as bright as his counterpart's.

"Why?"
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[personal profile] mistruths 2017-04-26 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)

Oh, honestly. It's just like Thor, really, to leave like that. To say so much and, yet, absolutely nothing at all.

Loki heaves a sigh as he rolls his eyes, getting to his feet. It seems...a conversation needs to be had. Time to seek out Loki.