on getting his hammer back

[not_taserproof]

Your patronizing does little to amuse, mundane. To to reclaim what is mine knowing it is only so because you saw fit to move it within my reach? A most hollow victory, knowing that reclaiming Mjolnir will not bring me any closer to returning to Asgard.

No. You are right. This is enough, for now. But do not mistake this for satisfaction. And know that when I do make my return, I do not intend to do so alone.

My brother will return, one day. I am certain of it.

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[traitors]

Some would call that delusional, to be so certain of my eventual return.

[wasp_stings]

Wait...does that mean you lost your hammer, Thor?

[not_taserproof]

You prove my point in effort to disprove it? Contrary as ever.

[ Good thing Loki being female is nothing new. ]

[not_taserproof]

It is not lost.

I know exactly where it is.

[wasp_stings]

...but it's been out of your reach though?

[She's just trying to comprehend this.]

[traitors]

Contrariness is one of my many skills, oft-practiced and honed to an art. I am, shall we say, contrary out of sheer spite.

You may at least be assured that I have no current desire to claw your eyes out. It may change in moments or days, though, one never knows. They're very blue, after all.

[not_taserproof]

For now.

[ It isn't a subject he really likes to revisit, the whole dad-kicked-me-out-and-turned-me-mortal bit. ]

[not_taserproof]

And yours ever-green. I should have guessed at the meaning of that before now, how well you've always worn that shade of envy.

[wasp_stings]

But how? It's just I've never really seen you not be able to call the hammer back to you.

[There were a couple of times that it took its sweet time coming to his hand, but she's never seen it out of his reach for very long.]

[traitors]

Poison, perhaps, instead. Or snakeskin. You haven't forgotten his name, have you?

No, how could you. Dark worlds breed dark thoughts. It ill suits you, my darling golden brother. What sort of vice have you indulged in, I wonder?

[not_taserproof]

It will not answer until I have proven myself. The opportunity soon approaches.

[wasp_stings]

Wow things really are different in that place...I mean I've seen you prove yourself all the time. I've lost count of how many times you helped to save the day.

[not_taserproof]

No doubt you could list them yourself, if you caught wind of any of my dealings.

You, who could sour honey on your tongue with all the venomous contempt you seem to hold for me. I wonder how you never tire of it.

[not_taserproof]

...in Asgard, perhaps. This place has proven a different beast altogether.

Have we met, my lady?

[traitors]

I'm terribly complicated, you see.

Oh, Thor. You really don't know me at all if you think it's so simple as contempt. [ sometimes, even she can't sort out how she feels about him. hatred and contempt and envy, love and pity and-- and she's so furious. she doesn't even remember what it's like to not be angry with him. she doesn't even know why anymore.

her lips curl, saccharine-sweet. ] Don't you miss me?

[wasp_stings]

Ummm, where I am from, you and I are teammates. So I've fought by your side on several occasions.

We even helped you defeat your brother Loki, when he tried to conquer all the nine realms! [If she sounds a little excited about that last part, that is because she is. She got to ride a winged horse through space and it was awesome!]

[not_taserproof]

I miss my brother. I know he rests within you somewhere, and I have not given up hope of seeing him again, one day.

I will never give up that hope, even if you have.

[not_taserproof]

[ Cue a very blank, confused look. He's not even sure what to make of that. ]

[traitors]

.. You really are.. so naive. [ a quiet tut, and she reaches up to push his hair back behind an ear. ] You can't see all the broken bits, can you?

[wasp_stings]

I swear I'm not making this up. [Oh goodness that look. She knows Thor's confused face.] I'm Janet Van Dyne but I also go by Wasp.

[not_taserproof]

[ It's reflex, lifting his hand to catch hers before she can touch him. It's a loose grip, but the intent is clear.

He loves his brother, misses him...but trust is starting to wear thin. ]

You hide them, then accuse me of blindness. More of your prized, well-honed skills at play, I assume.

[ex_flyting687]

You say "return" as though he's always belonged to you.

[not_taserproof]

Perhaps it is another world's Thor...or our own, but at another time. The city plays such tricks, I am told.

[ You seem like a nice lady, Jan. He's going to chance that you're telling the truth. ]

[not_taserproof]

Loki.

[ Another of these fragile moments. It seems at any moment he could say the wrong thing and Loki will take it and twist it and lash out in anger and hurt. It's a familiar dance, but not one he's fond of. ]

You do belong. You always have, even if you refuse to lay claim to those bonds any longer.

[traitors]

[ she snatches her hand from his, snarling like some kind of rabid cat-- before bursting into laughter, pressing the back of her hand over her mouth to muffle it. ]

Hide them! How can I? There are so many, all jagged-edged and cold. I can't afford to waste time picking them all up.