[Independent RP account for Thor (Post-Thor 2)]
[Tracking the tag bringerofthestorm]
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Thor kept Sif off her feet– rather liking the hold he had on her. As she rested her head on his shoulder, he buried his face in her hair with a happy hum. He stayed there until she lifted her head, looking up at her with a gentle smile.
Thor’s smile widened into one of excitement. “Of course! Whenever you have the time– I will take you down.” With a wide grin, he spun her around in his arms.
Sif picked her feet up when Thor spun her, remembering how they would play together when they were children. How things had changed since those days; how they had changed since those days.
Yet she loved him as much now as she always had, and suspected that was one thing, at least, that time could not alter, even if the nature of her love had grown and matured along with her.
"Time…" she said, contemplatively. "What time do we have, if not the present? Let us travel thence, for I am needed nowhere today, and have nothing on my schedule that could not be put off for a later date. What say you?"
Smiling wide, Thor slowly let Sif slide down his torso until her feet found the floor. Keeping his tight grip on her, he excitedly nodded. “I say, we should go now.”
Midgard and his friends there had become an important part of his life– and now that Sif wanted to be a part of it, he hoped that she could become just as ardent about it as he was.
"No, I don’t think we have. I’m Elsa. And you are?"
"Aye– Midgard’s society revolves around wealth–… I had no idea you were queen of this kingdom. How long have you been of power?"
"Not that long. A few months, if I remember correctly."
"How are you liking it?"
Thor gave dozens of hugs weekly, so the physical contact was hardly what made him uncomfortable. As Loki’s arms came to rest against him, he tensed his torso in anticipation for– something. Though– as hugs go, Thor lightly put his arms around Loki, giving him a small pat on the back. But knowing just how uncomfortable and uneasy this made the Vampire, his arms dropped to his sides as quickly as they left.
The desire to attack merely for defence whilst in such close proximity to the oaf was unbearable, yet he managed to avoid the aching need to reach for a blade. It was a reaction which had originated from a variety of emotions brought upon by the simple thought of the thunder god; he hardly remembered a time where he could embrace each other and feel nothing more than a love two brothers would share. If his heart still beat it would surely be aching at the memory.
He pulled away sharply upon suspecting the embrace had lasted long enough, and returned his hands to press to his sides once a comfortable distance had been put between them.
"I… thank you for your… cooperation."
As Loki pulled away, Thor took a small step backwards, increasing the distance between them. Not that the hug bothered him now that his suspicions fell through– but he knew it bothered Loki well enough. Hel, even Thor’s presence bothered him.
"You’re welcome," he dipped his head in response. "Let’s hope the greyfaces leave you alone now."
When he reached a decent amount of distance between him and the house, he turned back to Joe– only to see him in his green state. Thor cracked his knuckles, jigged his shoulders and then tensed his leg, just to stimulate his limbs from his stationary state before.
He grinned back at Joe and charged at him carelessly, simply wanting to brawl. Jumping up, he aimed a punch to Joe’s jaw.
Thor’s fist slammed into his jaw, turning his head and causing him to take a step back from the force. He’d forgotten how strong the thunder god was. The reminder brought a big grin to the green goliath’s face, and he returned with a right hook, settling into a boxing stance afterward. It was an interesting contrast to Thor’s reckless tactic, since Joe had picked up a trick or two since they’d last seen each other.
The punch sent Thor backwards, taking him off his feet. But as his back collided with the ground, he shifted his weight to roll backwards, smoothly standing back on his feet. Grinning back at the green giant, he rubbed his jaw where he was struck. “You’ve gotten stronger.”
His mouth twitches with slight amusement as Thor downs the contents of his glass, and gives a small nod to acknowledge the thanks, before taking another sip from his own glass and returning it to his lap, where both hands cradle it. He gives the vessel a contemplative rap, drumming his nails against it slowly as silence falls.
"Why did it end?" He murmurs quietly, and lifts his gaze from his glass to his brother. And there is a bit more to his curiosity, genuine though it is — as is always the case. To a degree… yes… to a degree he does hope that Thor had seen the error in allowing himself to grow so close to a mortal whom he had known for such a brief time, and who had caused the sort of chaos by sheer accident that even Loki would be at pains to incite by design. And while his grudges against Jane are more or less forgotten (if they even existed in the first place, which even to him is not a certainty) she had not seemed a good match for his brother.
Yet… it seems unlikely. Thor had returned to Asgard those several years ago a changed man — and had as good as admitted that part of his transformation had been as a result of the romance. And with every breath the Thunderer had spent defending her against Loki’s criticisms — ranging from threats before his first supposed death to more gentle reminders of the physicist’s mortality before his second — Loki had become more and more convinced of one very simple truth: the brother whom Thor had known and loved for thousands of years was not as important as the Midgardian girl.
And it had taken some time, but Loki had eventually made peace with the notion — and while he hadn’t meant for the Svartalfinn grenade to draw him in, he had recognized it as a distinct possibility when he had knocked Jane out of its trajectory. He had measured his own worth against Jane’s (in Thor’s eyes, and by his reckoning), and found himself to be lacking — and had therefore made the obvious decision, under the circumstances.
Which is why it seems to him unlikely that their sundering had been on Thor’s initiative — yet to make assumptions has rarely served him well, and so he deems it best to ask, and be certain.
Thor’s eyes kept to the glass in his hand, not quite willing to look at his brother. Such personal matters were hard to discuss– not just to Loki– but to everyone. The only person he felt comfortable talking about his emotions to was Frigga.
Pursing his lips, he gave a slight shrug with a shake of his head. “I know not.” That was the truth. Her leaving was abrupt and unexpected– perhaps that was the source of the severity of his heartache. Though she was mortal, he expected their relationship to last longer– to grow stronger, for better or for worse. It seemed that everyone thought the latter.
"I can hazard a guess– that it all became too much for her. That she wanted something simpler…" Pausing, he brought his empty hand to his jaw– rubbing at his bristly stubble. He only fell silent for a few seconds, letting his hand drop back to his knee with a soft sigh. "She didn’t tell me."
It was unfair– he knew it. Thor wondered why she couldn’t of given him one reason after all they’ve been through. But he wouldn’t hold it against her. There was no grudge and there never would be.
It doesn’t take a brother to see that Thor is struggling. And even had he not been observing keenly, his brother’s discomfort would still have been about as subtle as the Thunderer himself. That Thor says… well, that he says anything really… is more than Loki had honestly been expecting.
He nods slowly as Thor finishes, and keeps his countenance clear of judgment — though there is certainly plenty to conceal. And he gives a small, inscrutable huff, takes a considerably large mouthful of his drink, and pulls a face.
"…Nine Realms, that’s wretched,” he mutters, and stares into the glass like it had personally offended him. And he might very well be talking about the drink, and Thor is welcome to think that, if he would like — it would certainly make sense in this context, and Loki had already expressed his dislike for the taste. But it is also possible that he is speaking more broadly, and the slightly searching glint in his gaze as he lifts it once more lends that interpretation some legitimacy.
"…Though, I suppose it is difficult to blame the girl," he continues, and swirls the remaining liquid in his glass with the shadow of a smirk. "For wanting something simpler. You aren’t exactly the easiest person to keep up with, and I should know."
'That's wretched'. Thor simply decided to think it was the drink that caused such a reaction from Loki. It was very strong– exactly Thor’s taste, but probably not Loki’s. For a moment, he did wonder if Loki was referring to Jane, but even then, he didn’t know what to think of the statement– whether he agreed or not.
Still, Thor wouldn’t meet his brothers gaze. Merely talking about the matter was overly personal for his liking. But– eye contact always created an intimacy that, right now, he didn’t especially want. He was exposed enough.
"I don’t blame her." Not in the slightest. The tiniest quirk of his lip perked up, showing some amusement in Loki’s statement– but it was hardly comforting. It only acted as a reminder of the struggles between the two brothers. Though, he wasn’t about to bring that up. He had far too much on his mind already. “…Perhaps it was for the best.”