2059/War World: Interim

War World: Interim
Date of Scene:	11 June 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Medical
Synopsis:	Loki visits Thor while he recovers from the first War World conflict.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Loki

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Thor has posed:
    NOTE: This scene takes place after the space battle with War World but before the final battle near Metropolis.

    In the great clash of warriors near the Jovian moons, a victory was won though it was not without cost. The monstrous planet killing weaponry of the gigantic space station had been shattered, broken and destroyed by the heroic efforts of the attackers, the great power of one of Jupiter's storms was harnessed, channeled between the great distances by the God of Thunder, aided by the strength of the Marvel Family, it was enhanced and brought forth, summoned by Thor to lash the giant station with more energy than the planet earth creates in a year. Smashing through the cosmos and using the Thunderer as a focus to destroy the weapon and leave a great gaping hole in the War World.
    It had taken much.
    But it had been enough.
    Left floating in the ice cold void of space, Thor was rescued by Supergirl who brought him to the mansion. Consciousness was difficult to maintain by the Asgardian but she insured he was brought in, tended to, and left to the tender mercies of the Avenger's medical bay leaving him in burnt and at times sizzling armor. Armor that was the first effort of the automated attendants to free the prince from, and it took some doing.
    Each silver band had been twisted and peeled off, each metal scale had to be twisted and taken from the burnt arms of the Asgardian. Mjolnir had been held and burnt to Thor's hands, skin being damaged as he let it fall eventually. It still rested there beside the bed, silent.
    As only now does Thor rest fully, lost for the moment to sleep and what dreams infiltrate the thoughts of the man. Free of armor, with arms and hands and chest bandaged, he recovered. But slowly.

Loki has posed:
Would that Mjolnir react to the steady glare of the mage, it would skitter away in trembling fear by the dour look that Loki rests upon it as his form flutters into silent existence in the medical bay. Even in illusory form he's disinterested in touching it, and steps /around/ it with an unncessary florish of leg as he prowls to stop at Thor's bedside, overlooking the damage with one dark brow lofted high.

Loki remains silent at first, simply taking in the injuries that are visible, with a sort of bored arrogance to his expression. If he feels otherwise, it isn't showing on the surface.

Loki's dressed much like a visiting doctor consultant might be -- except that he is, in fact, wearing his own visage: and every single person that's bound to be in this mansion would have no trouble identifying him -- were he visible to them, that is. His hair is sleeked back neatly, hands resting at easy comfort.

Loki steps in, then, with a quiet reach of magic, to attempt to get a sense of the dream of the slumbering Thor: perchance, perhaps to alter it....

Thor has posed:
    In that dream Loki can sense the hint of fever, the hazy frazzled perceptions of whatever synapses Thor has that fire in the curious pattern to create the dreamscape that he exists in. Though it is only a partial thing, as if he were on the edge of the shore of sleep and was but dabbling his toe in it. For it was there, dressed in a long grey robe on the black sandy beach, with water lapping at him and soaking the hem of that robe that he stood.
    Above him is the open night sky, the stars brilliant. Before him is the water with only hints of waves that wash forth, yet casting the reflection of the void above as if it were all one. The absence of stars lie behind him on that black sand, dunes rising off into the distance. The world is dark, monochromatic, and the only touch of color there are his eyes and the gold in his hair.
    Yet the man himself seems confused, distant, shaking his head as he tells the reality he perceives, "I was meant to do something."

Loki has posed:
"Do you feel like you didn't?" Loki's brotherly tone intrudes in the dream. In the dreamscape of monochrome, Loki appears just as equally black and white, except for the brilliant, fiercely bright emerald green of his eyes.

"Must be odd for you, to experience failure; how are you going to cope?" With that small fact observed, Loki reclines inside the dreamlet, on the comfortable loveseat he'd manifested for himself that is also part of the stars and dunes at the same time. Bending logic in a dream is a minor entertainment, but an entertainment nevertheless for the mercurial painter of dream landscapes (or illusory ones). He's also growing a carpet of pure white swirling puddles, that offset the dunes in mirrored pools.

Thor has posed:
    Turning there on the beach to face his brother, Thor looks almost sagacious in some ways, regal in others. As if this was somehow some aspect of the beyond to him and he was at peace. Or would be, if only he did not have that small look of confusion upon his features. His eyebrows are marginally closer together, and his lower lip is drawn in slightly beneath the other as if he were about to say something but did not have the words.
    But when Loki appears and speaks, the first change to him is the smile. Without thought, with his mind distanced, the natural reflex of his mind is to smile at his brother as he then says, "Loki."
    "Something has happened." Again he turns his head away and looks out upon the distant starry sky and its beautiful twin the star-filled ocean.
    "How did I fail?" He asks as he turns to look away from that tableau. No suspicion to him. He just accepts that here. That he has failed somehow. Which does not seem to be something so difficult for him to swallow in this time and place.

Loki has posed:
"It's not fun to be mean to you when you're halfway comatose from mortal injury," Loki observes conversationally. And then, with a deep breath of much put-upon effort, Loki drags his ennui up off his dream-couch to approach, coming to position within the dream next to his brother. He settles there, attempting to observe the dream-sky, for what portents it might be able to display of what's going on in Thor's psyche.

"Failure via inaction: you were meant to do something. Seems you've lost track of that thought. Shall we take a walk and see where you might have dropped that thread?" Loki suggests, with a gesture into the dream space around them. Sometimes a delve into the dreaming mind can give answers sought, and Loki is not the worst of guides. At least, when he's focused and curious, anyway.

Thor has posed:
    "Comatose?" The tall Asgardian's eyebrows climb as he looks to the side, then back towards his brother. "For some reason I thought I had died. Yet this is not Valhall." Which could well be confusing in its own right. But with that said he gives a nod and then turns to start walking along that beach, the scape of his dreams far off and lost somewhere perhaps over the horizon in that dark starry ocean.
    "I was supposed to be doing something." He walks along hands upon the lapels of that long robe that drifts through the water, leaving faint ripples behind as he moves only for them to disappear when a wave washes inland.
    "I had done something."
    Then a beat and some hint of awareness comes to him as he thinks to question Loki. "Why are you here, brother? I had thought you would be..."
    Again his eyes distance, "I had thought you had left and headed off once freed of your bonds." At least he remembers that for now.

Loki has posed:
"Were you dead, I certainly would not be here. I don't wander the halls of the dead. Though I suppose you might wonder if you were inventing me here, just to have someone to speak to," Loki ponders, thoughtful.

"But no. Seems a grave injury. Perhaps head trauma. I haven't examined you thoroughly, though." Loki gestures a little as if to fan away the minor thing such as determining Thor's wounds. He may have actually inspected - or be currently inspecting - but the smith of lies doesn't generally end up forthcoming.

"I did head off. And I'm not physically here," Loki answers, willing to rise to the questions. "Should I not check in on my injured brother? You think me so terrible?" Loki dryly inquires.

Thor has posed:
    There is something definitely otherworldly about Thor as he moves along that dreamscape, his own perception of self perhaps not the most solid thing as Loki can tell with the ease of manipulation he has at changing the world around them.
    At the introduction of the idea that he might be imagining Loki it might surprise him that Thor just accepts that, his eyebrows lifting as his eyes shift to the side as he nods, as if thinking that is entirely feasible. But then he looks back as he continues that stroll along the beach of dreams there.
    "Ah, how grave?" Thor asks and then reflects briefly which causes him to add, "I don't feel gravely injured. I feel..." He looks down at himself and the way the Asgardian robes hang upon his large frame. "I feel rather well actually."
    A few more steps are taken through the wash of the star ocean, but then he asks. "How did I get injured?" His lip twists as he asks, "Was it suitably heroic?"

Loki has posed:
"Hmh," Loki grunts at the questions. "Yes, you punched an enormous hole in a planet. A little excessive maybe, but //effective//," Loki replies, picking imaginary moon sky-dream-dust off of one of his sleeves, and angling his brilliant green eyes back up and aside to his brother's face.

Loki leaves that fact to sit there for a bit, perhaps hopeful to see Thor worried and tortured as he fears /which/ planet it is that has a hole in it, before a smirk curls Loki's lips to one side. "A distant planet full of /villains/. Well. Less full now. The planet is a bit more of a half-empty sort of situation now." Flick flick of dust.

"Were you conscious you would feel far less 'well', I'd say. Best we keep you here at the moment, really. Your heroism included trying to cave in your body." Loki's not exactly snide about it, there's some other emotion there, but it's muddled.

Thor has posed:
    That seems to please Thor as he straightens up a little and looks oh so happy with himself, though he looks across the ocean before them while they stroll. "Ah, that is good then." His head bobs once with satisfaction as he takes Loki's word for what happened.
    But then his eyes distance as he murmurs, "I just wish I could remember it." He admits as he looks over at Loki with a pensive expression on his face. Yet as quick as that discomfort arrives on his handsome features, it's gone just as quick, instantly forgotten. "Ah well."
    Apparently he seems to trust himself and doesn't even second guess that the planet was indeed a planet full of bad people, but when Loki brings up the possibility in retrospect he blinks as only /then/ does he consider it might have been a mistake. Until his mind wanders back to the fact that Loki just reassured to him and that calm self-satisfaction returns.
    "Well, of course. I must have had a good reason for it. Assuredly." Even if he can't recall what it was.
    Then Loki chides him somewhat for the self-sacrifice and he murmurs, "That does sound like me." His lip twists as that ego of his makes a small appearance. But he looks across the distance, "Strange. I did think this was the after-life for some reason."
    A tilt of his head is given as he doesn't quite look at Loki, perhaps somewhere over the distance beyond his brother's shoulder. "I could think of worse fates than spending it here speaking with you."

Loki has posed:
Loki had started to put on a sly smirk, but instead blinks a little bit at Thor's words, the smirk-- as well as any smile-- fading away like a puddle under a strong heat lamp. Loki didn't expect that answer, and didn't have a response prepared for it, really. He stares at Thor sideways, hoodedly, letting the silence grow for a few long moments.

"Yes, well. I do make an effort at times to not be the worst thing imaginable," Loki replies. "...At times." But not always.

"Continue to rest. I'll show you your heroism another time, perhaps," Loki offers, in what might be close to a genuine kindness from the elusive mage.

Thor has posed:
    "Ah," Thor says as he looks to the ocean, eyes distanced in thought. "That would be good." He nods slowly and then his eyebrows lift as if just understanding something then as he adds, "That would be good, indeed."
    That said he turns to Loki and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Forgive me brother I am... I am suddenly so very tired." As that whorl of crafted reality from his thoughts seems to fray at the edges, as granules of sand begin to float up off of the beach and towards the sky like so many million motes of dust that are only seen when the starlight catches them in an errant beam.
    His hand slides off of Loki's shoulder as he turns, seeming more pale and translucent even as in the real world the Asgardian Prince seems to slip further into the rest he needs, less the hazy middle land between awareness and wakefulness and more a gentle drift toward oblivion.
    "We will talk later. So much to discuss."

Loki has posed:
Loki grants a parting 'shot' before he goes: he flings color into the landscape of monochrome before he goes, a splatter of golds and sunset and a sense of life and vibrancy. Things to live for, maybe, or something else.

"You //want// to talk? You must be sick indeed," Loki chides, chuckling, but twists away in a splash of green serpent, before flickering out as he exits the reality of the dream.

In the claxton of medical bay alarms that have picked up on a Loki-sized presence, he finishes a small spell cast with the intent to deepen the restorative sleep.... and disappears entirely.