dear_mun | Thor and kittens. Let the madness of adorables ensue. :)

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Thor and kittens. Let the madness of adorables ensue. :)

[Thor enters, carrying a large, cushioned pet carrier which appears to be mewling. In his other hand is a sack with a plethora of items. He sets the pet carrier down on the floor first, only opening its door when he has removed kitten feed from the sack and filled five puny glass bowls with it. The kittens, black shorthairs all, go for the food immediately, though some attempt to move around their bowls, fending off their food from each other.]

[He seems to consider the fuzzies toddling about on the floor, as he asks a query of his mundane.]

You are sure, mun, that Lokis will be drawn here? This is an odd method, for contacting him.

[The kittens, now done with their meal, are a handful, and Thor has to work to get them all back into the carrier. Some attempt to scale his shirt instead. He lets them do so, as he gets the more energetic ones back into their carrier first.]

I shall hope it works, for it would do well, to have good news in this time.

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He is quite impressive, [Thor responded, amused and endeared by the tiny spiky thing.] But we have ravens already; such a small beast would be in danger. I cannot take the kittens out of their carrier at home, either, for fear of the interactions.

[The kitten who had been eating, had promptly fallen asleep next to its food bowl. The two which had been playing, wandered in different directions, with one returning to the carrier, to play with the kitten it contained, while the other feline began to wander off aimlessly. Thor was momentarily distracted by putting all of the kittens away again. And keeping them there. Unfortunately, a gap in the carrier, large enough to fit a kitten through, afforded the possibility that the ones contained could escape, as the ones being returned were inserted. Thor considered that he should really have better thought this out. They'd been so much more docile after their nap, earlier.]

Then give them to Sif. She will make them into ferocious felines fit for battle within the week.... though seriously, you do have a plan for them, right?

[Come on, Thor. You are much to old to have retained any rashness, especially after having gone through what you have. Surely the concept of planning was not solely Loki's gift. Loki, for his part, hands the hedgehog off to his mun, and then watches the kitten attempt to scale his coat. It fails, but continues to make the effort.]

This is perhaps the most bizarre meeting I've had with a Thor yet. No talk of the past or future, merely pets. We haven't even had any snide remarks pass between us. It's rather dull, actually. Though given what qualifies as interesting for us, that's probably a compliment.

What ones do not find Lokis, will be given to any of my friends, who want them, [Thor explained. No really, he wasn't THAT impulsive. Anymore.]

I am glad of the lack of arguments, [The older brother admitted with an expression which bespoke of his current sensitivity to that topic.] It would appear your alternate was right. Mayhaps they do calm you.

It might be the kitten, but I would place my money upon the Adtavan I've taken being the more likely cause. Amazing what a few pills can do for your day-to-day existence.

[Loki's gaze flickers to his brother's face, unreadable.] So, then. Why the sudden interest in drawing me out? Well, me and the other mes.

[While Thor does not have any clue what Adtavan is, in particular, he understands what pills are. So this was a Loki who had allowed some medical help. Thor's own Loki kept refusing...]

I had hoped that you and your alternates might be pleased with such gifts, [Thor admitted with an embarrassed smile.]

I wanted to find ways to make my brother... and all of the versions of him, happy. If it cannot be done with something so simple as this, I will heed any suggestions you might have. [The reasons Thor wants Lokis to be happy, though... Those aren't nearly as selfless as Thor's usual good-natured attitude. He felt terrible for his own Loki, and Thor's guilt had plagued him to find any way in which he might help his little brother. Any version of his little brother.]

And despite having known us since childhood, you didn't get a magical tome or powerful artifact... unless this kitten is actually the key to unlocking Cthulu. [He looks down at the kitten, who finally scrambles up to his shoulder. Yes, truly, this menacing creature is to bring about the end of all things.

Still, it's just such a very Thor idea that he has to chuckle. Some things don't change, it seems. Thor has never really been a good gift giver in the sense of getting the right thing, but insofar as the trying part went, he usually went above and beyond the call of duty. This was no exception other than actually being thought out.

Loki shrugs a bit.] Well, all of us are the Asgardian magical equivalent of what humans refer to as nerds. If you find one of us not to be animal lovers, simply hand us a book on magic.

Perhaps, though, you should realize that happiness does not always have a simple on switch, brother.

[Thor looks a bit deflated at those first suggestions. No, he was not going to give Lokis any powerful artifacts, magical or otherwise. And he had already brought his own version of Loki, many of the books regarding magic, from the palace library. He supposed he could have brought copies of such books, to the nexus. But then he would not know which books, various nexus Lokis already had. Then again, he hadn't known if any had already owned cats, either.]

[Loki's last statement caused Thor's lips to tremble a little, and the older brother looked away, to hide his face. He knew it was not so simple. But he had to try something, for guilt and concern were eating at him.] I know as much.

[He shrugs, doing his best to sound nonchalant and failing because he is Thor and lies do not come so easily.] I merely wished to try.

I'm not trying to be discouraging. But... things are complicated. Even my own Thor and I don't talk much with work keeping us so busy. Things don't run smoothly when trying to get opposites to coincide.

For what it's worth, things will get better. Just give it time. Nothing mends in a day. With patience perhaps your Loki will start to see things differently.

...chocolate helps, too, if you really can't come up with anything else.

[Loki reaches out to squeeze his brother's shoulder. He hates it when he has to try and be the positive one; it's not a role he's familiar with o comfortable in. He'd rather be the snarky one in the background even in his reformed state. Normally he got to be just that, or on his own. This is new territory for him.] Now. Cease this. You look like a puppy in the rain, and while Jane Foster may find it endearing, not all of us where those blinders.

How are things with her, anyway? I assume they must be decent if you're not luring her out here with star charts and whatever else she'd find an irresistible gift. A DVD boxset of Through The Wormhole, perhaps.

[How clearly, even this Loki could see through him. Was Thor's own Loki this perceptive, as well? The fact that this one knew Thor was concerned about an alternate, without even having the need to ask... To simply see it in Thor's expression... They'd always been so perfect at reading each other. They'd spent their whole lives together; thousands of years. So why did Thor feel like he was losing him?]

[The encouragement helped, oddly enough, and Thor reached up to his shoulder, to squeeze Loki's hand in thanks, before turning back to face him.]

She is well. She trains for the Trials to partake of Idunn's fruits. When she passes, then shall I ask her hand.

[Loki grins at Thor. Ah, Thor in love - ever a strange thought, that, but it was endearing to see the prince of Asgard brought to mumbling by the mention of a mortal. It helped reaffirm Thor wasn't yet wholly given over to despair. And perhaps it was best to keep the talk off of Loki, and onto a subject that was more light hearted. There was not much Loki knew to do or say on the topic of another Loki.

Chaos was too much a part of Loki for there to ever be a surefire way to reach him. But Thor did not need to hear those words right now. He clearly knew them well enough.]

When she says yes, try not to make too much of a fool out of yourself. And do invite me to the wedding. I have several gifts in mind already.

[Through The Wormhole for Jane, and the expected prank gift: a copy of So You're Going To Be A Father Loki would hand over while idly mentioning that precognition was a magic he'd been working on lately. Once he'd convinced Thor children were fast approaching, the results would be impressively panicked without being mean spirited.

Besides, if they actually did produce Loki quickly everyone would think he actually knew precognitive magic.]

For the record, my mun has an OC child of yours and Lady Jane's, so she does say yes in at least one universe. Your job is just to make sure Darcy films it this time for the sake of those who'd like to see it later.

[The older brother grins, at this, and his expression is bordering on shy. It is not that he is afraid to hope, for he and Jane appear to be on the same page, regarding their courtship. Even if Odin did not approve, and Jane's Trials had yet to be taken. No, it was more that talking to Loki about this relationship... was not like it had been, when once he had been known to converse with his brother about past flings. This was serious. Intimidating because he was out of his element. Thor had never felt this way, for anyone else. They spoke of a change which would affect the rest of his life. Thousands upon thousands of years. Thor was never one to be daunted, but that made even him feel small.]

I shall invite you, worry not, brother.

Excellent. I would show up regardless, of course, but it's the thought that counts.

[He would, too. Because even at his worst with Thor, there were some things you just did not miss. Loki didn't particularly care what Odin thought of the ordeal; Jane Foster was a fine enough woman, even if seeing her and Thor giggle was utterly worthy of eye-rolling. Hopefully they wouldn't always be such sickening sweethearts. Loki wasn't sure he could take centuries of them being coy all the time.]

It's a shame I'll probably never get married, but it can't be helped. I'm just not connecting with anyone that well; I'm doing well to have the friends I do. So I suppose I'll have to just spoil your children instead. Less soiled diapers that way.

[He crinkles his nose as if the thought is genuinely disgusting. And it is. Babies are all well and good but the smells they create are not.]

[The laughter caused by Loki's first few statements, is quickly quelled by the idea of this Loki, like his own, wanting to have children yet not trusting himself to connect enough for such a possibility.]

Give it time. You never have given yourself enough credit.

On the contrary, in most things I gave myself far too much credit. In this, I am not so blind. Think, brother; do I seem fit to parent anyone? I have too much to do and very little time. I would be barely present as a parent.

Besides, I have only listened to 400 cumulative hours of parenting podcasts and just under twenty books on the subject. I need to do more research.

[Thor had no idea what a podcast even was, but the sentence was still understandable, without having need of knowing every word in it. That was an impressive amount of research, for one not interested in the topic. Given, their lifespans were of greater length than many, but even still.]

[Loki's expression was one of such pain that Thor's concerns were suddenly proved correct. He reached out a hand to cradle his brother's head] Too much to do?

I am attempting to prove my reform by protecting the people of Midgard. But it is an extremely time consuming task. People are so ready to turn on one another that I do all I can to keep crime down and people safe without even making a dent in the crime rate. Day in and day out, I keep going on trying to help things, only for ten more problems to arise when I fix one.

And in the end, so far, it hasn't been enough to make a dent in anyone's opinion of me, either. Only you and our mother believe in me. [Loki leans into Thor's touch, reminded of times when they were young and Thor would check him over for injuries after sparring with other children. Back then Loki's wounded ego could be soothed with a few words and a night's rest. Now, no amount of sleep cures the tiredness he feels.] And a... friend of mine. A neighbor. She believes in me more than is probably wise. More than she should believe in anyone. It's through knowing her I found out how Midgardians treat mutants among their kind.

I have never known a people so good and so disgustingly cruel in the same breath. And yet I wouldn't give it up for anything. [Loki smiles joylessly.] Truly, I am losing my mind.

[Okay, you clearly need hugstiems, Loki. Thor gently reaches forward to embrace his brother, trying to avoid the two kittens getting anywhere near the warm hug.]

You push yourself too far. You need not heal everything, brother. Not right away.

Our mother... she is no longer with us, where I am from.

[Loki goes rigid at the words, and pulls back as if slapped.] What do you mean, Mother is no longer with us?! What happened?! Why didn't I save her? Who did it? How...?

[No. Not Frigga. Anyone but her; she was always the best of them, the peacekeeper, the woman whose silk smiles held steel resolve. Without her life would fall so far into chaos that nothing could hope to set it right.]

[That hurt. Well and truly hurt as he saw the panic from Loki, upon hearing of her death. The panic Thor had not had the decency to be there to see, the first time. That Loki tore away from him as he said it, hurt all the more. He had not meant to hurt his brother so.]

[Frigga's death was still all too soon for Thor, as it had only been a little over five months, since it had occurred. As such, Thor was a bit jarred by the pain of Loki's words, because they demanded answers that would be difficult to give. Especially to a Loki who still had her with him. Thor's brother did not need such worries to plague him.]

[Thor held out his hands to Loki, gesturing for him to calm.] She yet lives, where you are from. That is good. You need not know what happened to a version unlike yours, do you?

[Pain laces his tone. Don't make me explain this is fairly obviously implied.]

Tell me who did it and I will find them. I will prevent this from ever happening. I did not come as far as I have to keep failing my family.

[His voice becomes eerily calm, only his eyes betraying a volcano of anger and fear that's welling up inside him. He would find whoever sought to do her harm and wipe them from existence. Anything else is too horrifying to contemplate.]

Who. Did. It.

Malekith. Kurse. They were after the Aether. Mother died... [Those two words still hurt, still sounded as a lie to Thor, even as he knew them to be true...] defending Jane, who was ill. They were home when it happened. In the palace.

[Thor was shaking by now, with the memory. Tears had filled his eyes, but he yet had enough control, not to let them fall.]

[Said control lapsed moments later, however, as he remembered how wrong her funeral had felt, with thought spared to every minute detail except her youngest son. Thor put a hand to his face, hoping to hide his tears.]

You have failed no-one. Do not be so hard on yourself.

[Loki sets the kittens down and yanks Thor close with surprising strength for a hug.]

I won't let this happen. I'll save her. Whatever mistakes I made in your world, I won't make in mine. I'm going to fix things.

Everything... everything is going to be alright. Don't worry, brother. Mother wouldn't want things to be like this.

[Something about seeing Thor this way makes his skin crawl. Loki was going to find these men and make them regret ever being born.]

[Surprised, both by the strength of the hug, and by there no longer being kittens in its way, Thor swallows a sob, looking around to find the kittens playing with each other on the floor.]

[He clasps Loki to himself, trying without success to quell his own tears. It had all just ended up so badly. At least his own Loki wasn't dead, but eking out an existence in the dungeons for who-knew-how-long was not exactly the most comfortable way to live, either. No, Thor couldn't help but think, The mistakes were not all Loki's. These were mine.]

[It was impossible for Thor to hear "Mother wouldn't want things to be like this," without crying harder. She wouldn't. He'd failed to save her in time, and he'd failed her at her funeral and he was failing her now, again, as her youngest was left in the dungeon while their family fell apart. Perhaps this Loki was right. Perhaps he could at least save another version of her.]

You're stronger, [Thor noted with a broken chuckle.] Stronger than you were before. Yet you take on too much. You cannot fight them alone. Not an army such as theirs. Swear to me, you will have help.

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It is best if there is no help. To cripple an army you do not diminish their ranks, you break their spirits by taking out as many leaders as possible. Stealth in, and a display of power after that. For this I not only need no help, but it will be best if Asgard and my allies can claim plausible deniability. Everyone needs to be able to put the blame on me and no one else, so no one else gets hurt.

I am the clever one. I will find ways to do this. I always find ways. Trust in me if you can, Thor; I will make this right.

[His thin frame belies the still godly strength he has; he can hold Thor to him despite his reduced strength and manage not to tremble. It is the thought of losing his family, however broken and dysfunctional they are, that makes him uneasy.]

That "display of power" could get you killed, [Thor snaps back, clearly desperate. The kittens react to the anger in the tone, scampering away a little before he carefully crouches down and calls out to them.]

Little ones~. Little ones, come here. I meant not to scare you. [They should be placed back in their carrier, Thor decided, scooping them up. He knew which one Loki had picked, for the cats' eyes, paws and whiskers were different, even if their fur coloration wasn't. Somehow, he managed to get them all back into the carrier. Perhaps they had been frightened by the noise.]

[He turns back towards Loki, with a sigh.] Your strength, both of heart and body, is impressive, brother. And never have I doubted your stealth. But saving her, by risking you, or so risking both of you is not something I will allow.

I... thought I had lost Loki -- my own version... of Loki -- after she died. [Thor shakes his head, clearly still devastated by the thought.]

Do not do that to my alternate. He will not bear it well. [Indeed, breathing had just become a somewhat difficult task. Thor had to remind himself that his own version of Loki yet lived.]

There is no reason to risk this, by that display of force, being only your own. No reason to draw everyone's wrath upon yourself in such a way.

[And with that, Thor promptly lost it. This conversation was far too painful, all at once, and he had clearly reached the limits of his self-restraint.] Brother, you cannot.

[He still hadn't forgotten what Loki had said about proving himself, and Thor meant to go back to that topic later, but for now...]

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Thor and kittens. Let the madness of adorables ensue. :)

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All the icons apparently. Sorry. Thor emotes wildly, when stressed...

Nothing to apologize for. It's Thor, it's in-character.

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