#seidrborn

@seidrborn​

     “So how do you feel about midgard now?”

She’s gotten him to roam about with her, ending their trail at a rather small park in New York - not too many people roaming about beyond a dog walker here and there, someone jogging through for their daily workout. It’s peaceful to her, calming even. 

“You know...” Sylvie began, almost awkwardly if she could ever be such a thing. It was an uncomfortable subject for her, it was probably the same for him. “They told me....my parents told me that I was adopted but I didn’t really understand it. They promised to explain more when I was older but...” She waved a hand to indicate ‘you know’. She had been arrested as a child for a crime she still didn’t know and forced to flee. 

She continued, adjusting the neck of her suit as she did. “I never really thought about the fact that I...wasn’t asgardian. I understood that I looked that way because of magic but when you’re a child, that doesn’t really mean anything. I never thought about what was underneath, what was real.” She explained. 

❛   you obviously have something to ask of me,  loki.   might as well  speak.    ❜

@seidrborn​ sent ❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞ // to a third party harassing the good doctor!

No longer Thor. No longer a goddess. Jane Foster had been reforged much like Mjolnir itself had after she sent it flying into the sun. The process for her was finding to be more difficult than crafting a hammer. As if adjusting back to being a normal human civilian wasn’t hard enough, recuperation from…well…death was physically draining. Jane had never been an imposing figure, but she had never felt weak before. It was leaving the doctor feeling irritated at the entire situation.

She’d ordered take-out from a hole in the wall down place the street from her apartment. Fried and greasy food, which was unhealthy, but Jane rationalized that she sacrificed her life for the world. She deserved to indulge if anyone did. Plus, gaining some weight back would get well meaning friends to stop fretting. The worried text messaged were starting to fill up her phone.  Unfortunately, waiting for her food to get packed up allowed a man at the bar, whose strong scent clearly indicated he was inebriated, to trap her into conversation. Equally unfortunate was the man’s complete lack of ability to translate her terse sarcasm as anything other than ‘yes, please continue hitting on me.’

❝ Leave. Before my patience runs out. ❞

It really should bother her that her harasser listened to this cold command rather than anything Jane herself had to say about not wanting the attention…but the very recognizable voice did have magic and stature on his side that Jane did not possess. He was as effective at keeping men away as Thor had always been. Good to know.

“ Hello, Loki. ” Jane sighed without needing to face the god who appeared at her shoulder. At this point the server appeared with her white paper take-out bag, which Jane accepted with a smile.

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ // mayhaps she finds loki when he's made his first return to midgard right after the snap?

“-I tend to be nice to a majority of people; you’re not different.” Words escape in calm demeanor, yet still grant a truth behind them as well. The last few days had been…hectic, to say the least. Some patients vanishing in mere specks of dust, others left panicked and scared. She’s done her best to do all she can, but even herself she finds a concern in. Bouncer…he had been one of many to suddenly be lost, & when he may return- if ever- is so uncertain and it’s frightening.

Still, she did what she does best - keep busy with treating others, keeping herself occupied despite the only patient in the clinic being himself.

“It’s some minor bruising's and a few cuts, but luckily nothing in need of any extensive care beyond maybe some bandages.” She certainly doesn’t inquire about the bruising around his neck; she doesn’t need an explanation for it, nor is she going to bring up what might be any sort of fresh memories. 

18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS. 

the   path   of   least   resistance   hasn’t   always   been   easy   .   the   pair   of   brothers   have   had   a   turbulent   relationship   for   YEARS   and   they’ve   only   just   started   to   come   to   terms   with   finding   that   bond   they   once   shared   .   after   believing   him   to   be   dead   ,   of   course   the   god   of   MISCHIEF   ,   would   show   his   face   again   but   this   time   hadn’t   been   a   trick   .   

since   their   tearful   reunion   ,   thor   has   gone   back   to   attempting   to   be   the   king   his   people   deserve   .   loki   comes   and   goes   as   he   pleases   ,   but   more   importantly   than   ever   ,   they   are   brothers   again   ,   which   is   all   thor   ever   truely   wanted   .   to   feel   as   if   they   were   family   and   after   losing   every   other   part   of   that   ??      he   thought   all   of   his   family   had   been   gone   forever   .   steve   will   be   there   ,   they   are   still   mending   from   the   mess   that   thor   made   between   them   .   still   ,   loki   is   a   different   kind   of   family   and   one   that   the   god   of   thunder   will   ALWAYS   need   and   thankful   he   is   that   he   does   not   have   to   travel   through   the   existence   any   longer   without   him   .   

it   is   late   when   a   tapping   comes   at   his   door   and   the   plans   for   duty   the   next   day   are   pushed   aside   in   favor   of   answering   the   door   of   his   tiny   home   .      ❝   by   the   gods   ,   brother   .   what   has   happened   ??   ❞   one   look   at   loki   and   thor   can   determine   the   level   of   hell   he   must   have   faced   .      his   chest   tightens   at   the   way   his   brother   staggers   forward   into   the   doorway   causing   thor   to   move   quickly   ,   catching   him   .   ❝      alright   .      now   i’ve   got   you      .   come   with   you   now   .      you’re   alright   ,   baby   brother   .      ❞   

@seidrborn​ asked: “ you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this. ” from one god to another, of course.

          𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 it worse. a grotesque wound spans one of her shoulder blades, eating through the elegant, leafy gown that is her signature, and causing a physical pain she has not felt in millions of years. but she is a goddess, and further, she is a stubborn one. pain is nothing. something to grit one’s teeth against and move on.

            but to be so wounded by humanity? and to have another witness how the gaping hole in the ozone layer rips her body in such a tortuous manner? this humiliation is something she cannot abide, and so she distills it to venom. what it snags her mouth into a vicious snarl and sharpens the edge in her voice as one arm slices through the air to conjure a harsh burst of sand directly in mischief’s eyes.

@seidrborn​ / a repo!verse starter you certainly did not ask for but are getting anyways x

in hindsight,  picking a fight with their sister might not have been the wisest idea.  he’s not sure what happened in the half an hour since he provoked her,  but he’s covered in blood,   missing an eye,  and thinks he might be about to lose another kidney. thor grits his teeth as the surgeon begins to probe where his eye used to be ; it’s not the pain that bothers him so much as it that he can feel loki’s glare burning a hole through his skin.  no amount of adrenaline can help with the unpleasant conversation he knows is coming.  he almost considers accepting the z he’s offered only to put it off for a few more hours.  

" i thought you were in a meeting, ”  he offers,  wincing when the words shake on their way out of his mouth. so much for acting tough.  there’s little point to it,  anyways,  when geneco’s surgeons know their salaries are influenced far more by the younger of the odinson brothers than by the elder ⸻ and when loki has access to the vast network of patient data that their company no longer considers private.  he’d have found out,  one way or another. “ you didn’t need to come. ”

thor just would have preferred it would have been in the comfort of their home. they’ve had this argument a thousand times before: unnecessary risks & the company’s image & public relations nightmares.  in the end,  it boils down to i’m just afraid of losing you as you are of losing me. this was selfish. 

thor knows it.  loki knows it.  can’t they just skip to the end? he’s getting ready to say as much and to promise loki that he’s fine,  he only almost died,  when something bumps against a nerve,  sending sparks of pain down his spine and through his body. “ jesus fucking christ ⸻ ”  he groans,  reaching for loki on instinct alone. it’s a wonder he’s coherent at all.