That's not the point, Thor. He wants you to give it to him. [ You dense brick. ] Do you know how much he talks of you? He has been bleating about your absence since he arrived and found only me, at least approve of his demands when they hurt none.
Don't be stupid, there's no reason for either of us to linger here.
[ Loki is abruptly tired of making a fuss of himself when no one else is. The cast on his leg needs scissors so he magics them into his hand and starts slicing through the plaster. ]
Such concern, brother. You know I've been here half a year, don't you? I could walk there in my sleep.
[ Freed of everything but his paper gown (ew, why) he tests his leg out with his weight (sore but he can manage a fracture) and uses a little magic to change his clothes. Jeans and a Ms. Marvel tshirt.
[ thor does take just a little pleasure in being the one to cause consternation for once. once he's sure his brother is settled and not about to stab him, he sets off ]
I could put you over my shoulder, if you'd rather.
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Then I will be more direct with him about my thoughts on the matter.
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[ a totally straight face ]
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[ An equally straight face!! ]
I appreciate the gesture.
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No plans to go out in your giant metal container again? Once it is repaired?
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The Iron Trickster was a one-time speciality play, just to throw everyone off.
[ Also, a horrid way to fight once he started getting punched back. Who knew it wouldn't be like a video game? ]
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[ he hadn't expected him to go out in the first place, really. ]
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Then why bother saving the husk of a machine I fought in?
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Why not? Better than to leave it for scavengers.
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[ Why is Loki trying to find a deeper meaning beneath anything Thor says? That head injury must still be affecting him. ]
I think I'll be going home now.
[ Tugging off his sling, ow. ]
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[ he stands, rolls his shoulders. wonders what he'd been thinking of, coming here like this. ]
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[ Loki is abruptly tired of making a fuss of himself when no one else is. The cast on his leg needs scissors so he magics them into his hand and starts slicing through the plaster. ]
Where are you going after this?
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[ Freed of everything but his paper gown (ew, why) he tests his leg out with his weight (sore but he can manage a fracture) and uses a little magic to change his clothes. Jeans and a Ms. Marvel tshirt.
He picks up his milkshake on the way out. ]
Do you know where I live?
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[ thor's eyes are on him, watching him walk.
if his brother allows it, he'll come up next to him and scoop him up into his arms without comment. time for a lift? ]
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just happened?? ]
Thor!
[ Holy shit, he almost loses his milkshake. Glaring at him, he turns pinker than a flustered maiden, unprepared for the lift. ]
I have two working feet!
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I could put you over my shoulder, if you'd rather.