[ wunjo | joy and sorrow, despair and hope ]

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[Backdated to Thursday morning. Loki's been tricked into drinking the hormone-free milk by his darling wife. Unfortunately, he grabbed the bottle of milk as he was leaving the house, and didn't realize a thing until he was halfway to work

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[richtighammer]

[If there's one thing Thor knows about Loki, it's that he's never still. Even in stillness, he gives the impression of a subtle motion below the surface in his shifting eyes. To see him motionless - slumped against the wall, head bowed - is unusual enough that Thor, on his way to the construction site, takes notice.

The thunder god approaches - not warily, but with a certain healthy caution. He doesn't fear Loki, but he's mistrustful of whatever spell this place could have cast over him. He stops just far away enough for conversation and inquires:]

What ails you, Sky-Walker?

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[Loki looks oh so sorrowfully up at Thor. It isn't that he regrets killing Baldr, far from it. Loki just feels bad about it right now. About the whole thing. It's just so--so sad.

He's still got enough presence of mind not to blab about killing Baldr, at least.]

...do you miss the way things were?

[richtighammer]

[Thor stares. Crafty is something Loki does. Angry, sly, gleeful, mocking - these are all things Thor has seen Loki be many times before.

Sad is... new. Thor is not sure what to make of this, and things he doesn't understand have never sat well with him.]

Speak plainly! What do you mean?

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[He can't tell Thor the whole truth. No matter how much he kind of wants to. Loki wants to open up, wants everything to come spilling out, wants to be accepted--

He and Thor had been close, once. They'd been friends. Thor was fun to be around, and Loki feels himself filling with a great swell of fondness for the man. He breaks into a warm smile.]

I only mean that I'm glad you're here. Seeing you right now reminds me of everything that was good in Asgard. You even stopped to ask me what was wrong.

[dearmungandr]

[Approach! Jormungandr walks right up to Loki and squats down to look him in the eyes at his level, a questioning look on his face.]

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[Oh look, it's his not-snakey son. Loki glances up, a listless expression in his eyes. He feels a great swell of sympathy for Jormungandr.]

We're more alike than we seem, aren't we? I pity you like I pity myself. We're both caught in the same cycle, unable to change our natures even if we tried. And now we're trapped here, robbed of revenge. Of purpose.

[dearmungandr]

[Father, you are being confusing. Granted, it's been a very long time since Jormungandr spent any time with you, but he distinctly remembers you never acting like this.

Regardless, what Loki says hits a little too close to home. Jormungandr frowns.]

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Did you ever wish you could change what you were? Did being in the ocean seem unfair to you, or were you happy there?

[duck_duck_laser]

[If there's more than one moment of depressed slumping to be stumbled across, Dakki would indeed stumble across it. And stop, and look concerned, and approach the man. This had to be a real person, not a drone! The simulated people wouldn't bother simulating depression, she was sure...]

Are you well, sir? Are you alright?

[She's dressed in 50s appropriate clothing, and carrying a bag of groceries, but her voice doesn't have that creepy Mayfield inflection.]

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[Loki doesn't recognize the voice, but he can't quite bring himself to care right now. She's someone to talk to, and even at the best of times, Loki needs to talk like he needs air.]

No. I'm afraid I've lost something.

[duck_duck_laser]

Is that all?

[She smiles kindly and confidently at him. This sort of thing was within her realm of expertise, she was sure.]

I'm sure it can be tracked down again. No need to be sad. What did you lose?

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[It is a testament to how upset Loki is right now that he barely cares that the concerned girl he's been approached by is pretty. He gives a dramatic sigh as he explains:]

My purpose.

{Action}

[storytimeplz]

{Have a small girl wandering over to you.}

A-are you okay, sir?

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[He just looks blankly at the small girl.]

Now that there is a hard-to-answer question, kid.