[asgard to tabula rasa]

[havenoplans]

The Mighty Thor in miniature had not cut his usual silhouette as he strode valiantly through Tabula Rasa's jungles over the past few days, but though his frame be but tiny, his ego seems larger in comparison. The simplest of boasts become impressive feats when coming from the mouth of an apparent child, his body not aged a day over twelve mortal

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[sciencefact]

As a staunch atheist, Jane doesn't believe in hell. However, she is pretty sure that if there is a hell for babysitters, this child is in it. The fact that she's technically really been hoping to get into his pants for the past few months is like perverted icing on the screwed up cake.

"Really?" she asks from where she's standing above him, hands on her hips. "That couldn't wait until you weren't twelve anymore? I really don't think somebody else was going to get to it before then."

[havenoplans]

"Myself included," pants Thor, blinking up at Jane from his place on the rocks. It's not that unusual a position for the two of them, though he admittedly appreciates the lack of car. Even so, the hardest readjustment to this form has been Jane's newfound ability to tower over him even he's standing. "I never would have found it were I not this small. Perhaps there is a method to this madness, after all."

[sciencefact]

Jane makes a vaguely assenting sound in the back of her throat, but doesn't look convinced by this argument. What if he'd drowned? What if he'd hit his tiny head because he wasn't paying enough attention when he did that giant, crazy person dive off the rocks?

She would have had to jump in after him, that's what, and she probably would have had to give him mouth-to-mouth, which could technically make her a pedophile.

Everything about this is so wrong.

"Where's Loki?" she asks as she glances around. Apparently her boyfriend being twelve isn't enough to deal with, his megalomaniac brother has to become the most pitiful yet adorable little boy she's ever seen and kick her mothering instinct into overdrive.

[havenoplans]

"Lurking around underfoot, no doubt," Thor replies, still breathless, but not sounding particularly concerned. Even as a child, Loki was more careful than his elder brother; whatever trouble he could find at this age is unlikely to be dangerous. "He doesn't leave me alone for long."

[sciencefact]

"He's going to be so pissed off if he changes back and remembers being a kid," Jane replies as she squints toward the foliage. She doesn't know Loki that well, but she knows him well enough to feel sure of that much. "It's so weird that he doesn't remember anything, but you do."

What she doesn't say is that she wishes Loki would stay that way. It would be worth having to look after a sullen preteen if it meant he might turn out to be less devious and creepy.

[havenoplans]

It's a thought that's crossed Thor's mind, as well, both the strangeness in how one brother's memories were affected, but not the other, and that Loki won't be pleased when the world is restored to its natural order.

"I'll keep watch of him," says Thor, which wouldn't have been particularly reassuring were he even his usual size. His brother was capable of deceiving Heimdall, after all, though that was with his powers intact. That much, however, Thor doesn't voice.

Turning his gaze to Jane, who's seemingly relaxed little all weekend, he adds, "Come, sit with me."

[sciencefact]

After a tick of hesitation, Jane assents and settles onto a dry spot on the rocks. "I don't know what would be worse," she begins as she absently pulls a leaf from her sandal and flicks it away, "you remembering like this or you not."

Thor's speech and mannerisms coming from a prepubescent boy is definitely unnerving, but then again, there's something inherently comforting in the confident way he talks to her. It makes her believe in the temporariness of the situation, and it's good to know that he's still in there, even if the packaging is much smaller.

[havenoplans]

"You'd still recognize me," he points out, shuffling in a little closer to her, though he's careful to keep some distance to keep from getting her wet. "I wasn't so different at this age. Simply... smaller."

[sciencefact]

"Yeah, but you wouldn't recognize me. You'd probably think I was some crazy Earth woman. Well," Jane says, and pauses with a cant of her head and a faint smile, "more than you already do." If that's even possible.

"What if I'd been little?" she asks as she props herself back on her palms. "I think me being a kid and you being normal would have been better. There could have been piggy back rides. What am I talking about, there could be piggy back rides anytime you're normal-sized, you're huge."

[havenoplans]

All at once, he misses his height, his strength. Were he not in what is technically his own body, he might feel the slightest bit humiliated, but as it is, he simply longs for the morning he awakes at his proper age, which common knowledge suggests ought to be very soon.

"You wish to be carried around?"

[sciencefact]

"Not all the time," Jane hastily clarifies on a laugh. "Didn't Odin ever carry you around on his shoulders when you were little? That's what I meant. I loved that when I was a kid, I got to feel all tall and powerful." She nudges his knee with the edge of her sandal. "I got over wanting to be tall, and I'm working on the powerful part."

[havenoplans]

"I've no doubt you will achieve it someday," he says, smiling a little at her, an expression that seems almost shy on him at this age. She's different than most mortals he's encountered over the centuries, surprising in ways that are often baffling, but nevertheless endearing. He tries to picture her as child, sitting upon her father's shoulders as she just described him on Odin's, and smiles wider still.

"Though if you've ever the desire to be tall again, you need only say the word."