dear_mun | testing out yet another au

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My, my, my.

What a quaint headspace you have, miss writer. A few too many ... familiar faces, I must admit. I cannot imagine getting along with a single one of them. They seem rather distressed.

You do see the mistake you are making here, yes? Stepping forward into something with a simple notion, and naught the faintest of ideas where to take it. I've sit here for quite some time now, waiting for a little attention, and here I am now with only a name and a tentative story behind me.

The others did say you were the type to rush into things. I suppose it's better of me not to be surprised about it, hm?

But I appreciate the effort. I even get to have a little fun, which is more than what I can say for the rest of them. Perhaps you like me best.

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Their prey? Are they after more than just terrorizing you?

[ These did not sound to be like very nice people. As he took a drink from his new glass, he began wondering if there were a way to get to this man's world. Even with all its troubles, Midgard at least had its own heroes. Its own people who could stand up to such evils. ]

I did say they were hunters, did I not?

[ He wondered the same, if he could bring this mighty man of Asgard with him, to fend off the hunters and keep him all to himself. But, ah, it is only a fantasy. And for now, he can just enjoy having a drink with his new friend, and pretend. ]

They are certainly doing more than terrorizing me.

But you never said what it is they hunt, just that they cause you trouble.

[ He looked down at the beer in his hand and just set it down on the table. He was getting worried. Both from the way this man seemed to be talking in circles, and that he might be in grave danger. ]

Did I not mention the wolves and the undead?

[ He avoids the second part for now, eyeing the man beside him as he plays with the straw in his drink. Surely he would catch on quickly enough. ]

[ He was having difficulty piecing the story together. The manner in which Loki described the wolves and undead made them seem to be the enemy. But so were these hunters. Was it possible they were two enemy factions, and this man was caught between them? Certainly he couldn't be a member of either side, given how he spoke of them. What was he missing, then?

He thought perhaps he needed a moment, so he started to drink to fill the silence. But by the time half of his drink was gone, he still hadn't figured it out. So he put the glass down and looked over at Loki. ]

If these hunters are the champions of your world, those who fight the monsters...I still do not understand why they would treat you as a threat, as well. Are you not in need of protection from the evils of your world?

[ He can see the gears turning. Slowly, but surely. The man's obviously a bit slower, but not completely daft. That was promising.

Trying to keep that level of sympathy up, Loki glances away for a moment, putting on a convincing show of looking nervous and uncomfortable. As if he were surrounded by hunters. ]

I might have ... caused a bit of trouble for them in the past. But I have done nothing more since then, and I told them I was sorry. [ ... sort of. ]

[ That seemed to pacify his curiosity and concerns on the matter. And only solidified that these hunters needed to be dealt with. If Loki had tried to make amends for what ever wrongs he had caused, they should not threaten him further. It was dishonorable. ]

Are all men of your world so disagreeable as these?

[ Dodged a bullet, so to speak. As much fun as it was keeping the man guessing, he wasn't sure what Thor's reaction would be when he found out what sort of creature he really was. Hopefully, by that point in time, it will not matter. ]

All the ones I have come into contact have been, at least. [ He says it sadly, a hint of loneliness in his tone, though how much of it is genuine is yet to be made clear. ]

[ The words and tone struck Thor far deeper than they should have, when coming from someone that was still relatively a stranger. But the idea that this man could have lived out his life, never encountering a single kind person... for all the evils on Midgard, they at least had just as man kind hearts.

No, surely he misunderstood the meaning. That couldn't be possible. ]

In all your life?

[ The man's tone seemed to drop, seemingly distressed by Loki's answer. Interesting. Loki continued to play along, sighing softly as he glanced around at the other bar patrons, with a slight longing in his eyes. As if he really did miss being a social butterfly.

Which ... he actually might, if he thought about it. But that would be saved for another time. Right now, he was trying to stay in this man's good graces. ]

In all my life.

Up until now, of course.

[ This confirmation seemed to sadden him even further, as though he were trying to imagine the depth of living such a life. Adding several layers to the idea of having only ever known cruel and disagreeable men.

However, that second statement seemed to brighten him up, bringing a slight, hopeful smile to his face. ]

Then we must find you somewhere that you may know a better life. There are a thousand worlds open to us here. We need only find one which will welcome you, and show you the kindness you deserve.

[ It was strange, someone being so courteous to him. That much had been true, he had no one in the way of friends or acquaintances, merely victims and hunters and strangers. Those who didn't know better, and those who knew too well. This man, Thor, foolishly naive as he was ... he truly was the first kind man to him in centuries.

Should he ruin it for the sake of having a decent meal? ]

You are too kind. [ He smiles, and after another sip from his drink, he leans a little closer in his chair, his hand returning to the other man's forearm. ] I believe ... I would like that, very much.

[ He glanced down at the hand on his arm, but paid it no mind otherwise. ]

Then let us finish our drinks and we shall be on our way!

[ To show the dedication behind his words, he proceeded to down the remaining half of his beer. ]

[ He means the gesture to be nothing more than friendly, not yet. He's gained his trust, it's a good first step.

And as he watched the man polish off his drink in one gulp, he decides to do the same. A fraction slower of course, he's not a large man like his companion, but after a bit of effort his glass is empty as well.

Whoo, minty chilly freshness. ]

[ He deposits the glass on the table, ensuring to not slam it down as he had with the last one. One thing he had not yet grown accustomed to was how rapidly alcohol could effect a mortal body. The two large drinks were by no means enough to get him drunk, but certainly enough to feel it.

He waited until Loki was finished to say anything. ]

Shall we be off, then?

[ There is only one way for a creature of his kind to truly feel the effects of alcohol, and it isn't this way. But, Loki is still playing the innocent part, so he makes sure to smile a hint more, to try and at least sound a little bit dazed. But no colour rose to his cheeks, nothing that would give away the impression he was a lightweight. ]

I will follow your lead, my friend. [ His smile widens a bit more, and he gently tugs on Thor's arm as he slides off his chair. ]

[ He follows easily, glad to have a direction, something to act upon. It suited him far better than sitting around discussing matters. Once on his feet, he took the lead and headed for the door. ]

What manner of world do you feel would suit your tastes best? I have heard tell of everything from vast, unending fields of battle with an inexhaustible force of monstrous creatures, to those of such complacency it is easy to enjoy one's self and the company of others with relative ease.

[ Loki decides to let his hand stay in the crook of Thor's elbow, perhaps aiding the illusion he's had a few too many, though his speech does not slur nor do his steps falter. ]

As useful as my skills may be, I am not sure I am all that fit for battlefields. Yet, I do not wish to be bored, either.

[ He held his arm bent to allow Loki to hold on. Whether the man's need for the hand hold was out of inebriation, a sense of security or merely a means of showing gratitude, it seemed to not matter to Thor. ]

The possibilities of realms seems as boundless as the imagination itself. What manner of realm would suit your tastes?

[ Such a strong arm to hold. Loki finds he quite likes it, and tightens his grip a fraction as they walk, looking up to enjoy the night sky and city lights. ]

I'm afraid I do not quite know what is out there ...

I suppose some place I could relax, where I would not be bothered. Do you know of someplace quiet?

[ He things, long and hard. He'd had no interest in anywhere relaxing, himself. It was never his forte, and doubly so now that he had so much weighing on his mind. Any time he was left without some form of distraction, his thoughts turned inwards. To the father he thought dead, the father whose final words to him were of anger.

He tried to think of any world he may have even heard of that would allow relaxation. But so many were fraught with strife and peril, or unspeakable acts. ]

I have not heard of such a realm, but that does not mean it does not exist. With each passing day, I learn of new and spectacular worlds. But would not a place of relaxation lead eventually to boredom?

[ It's a long minute before the other man answers him, and the reply is pretty much what he expected. He laughs softly, almost sheepish. ]

I suppose I should have known better than to ask for peace.

[ He pauses and thinks for another moment, turning a bit to properly face Thor and slowing their pace down a hint. ] Perhaps somewhere a little more exciting wouldn't be so bad. Providing, of course, I have you there to protect me.

You will, won't you?

[ He hesitates, regret passing over his face as he slows even further. He takes a deep breath before continuing. ]

I am afraid I cannot follow you to another realm. I have been called to protect a great Library, and cannot ignore it. While in this place, I can protect you, or if you were to follow me. However, it is full of danger and ferocious beasts.

[ The moment's pause and the look in the other's eyes says it all, before the words are even spoken. His sigh is soft, almost barely audible as his gaze turns back to the street in front of them. ]

A dangerous library. I've never heard of such a thing.

But, I understand. I would not want to call you away from where you are needed.

[ He's quite torn, between protecting many, and protecting someone he thinks of as his brother. Though the choice is a clear one which his honor insists he follow, it does not change that it pains him greatly. ]

The manner in which time behaves in this place, it may not be impossible. When you are prepared to venture into one of the many realms available, my duty could be finished. I could spend years among its shelves, engaging in a thousand glorious battles, when but a few days pass here.

[ His optimism seemed to fade once again, his tone lowering. ]

But the reverse is true, as well. I could be gone mere hours. Meanwhile, you could grow old as father while awaiting my return.

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