[open] My fickle fortune beckoned.

[worldsaway]

who: Thor and OPEN
what: During the amnesia event, Thor reverts back to the spoiled, impulsive, war-mongering asshole formerly known as Prince (of Asgard). I'm taking him mentally from just before his attack on Jotunheim.
when: Start of Amnesia Week.
where: Around town!
warnings: Nothing particularly bad going on here.


Floor 8:
Thor awakens with a start, as if he had been doused with ice cold water. The room he shares is empty, save for himself, but it's entirely unfamiliar. It lacks the decadent architecture, the furs, the stone and wood and the familiar smells. It doesn't take Thor long to realise he's been either been abducted or he's fallen prey to some form of sinister trickery. The real mystery is how someone was able to subdue someone as powerful as him with ease.

Thor is quickly reaching maximum levels of anger, he throws himself out of bed and takes absolutely no care in the fact that he's shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on. His manner of dress is irrelevant, but his hammer being on his bedside is a small comfort.

With his hammer in one hand, his other hand is free to accost anyone he happens to run into outside of the bedroom. He'll be grabbing people by the shirt collar and ramming them against walls if he runs into them in here.

"Tell me where I am!" He barks. "How did you bring me here?"

Wandering the Streets:
For some time, Thor wanders shirtless, in his pajama pants. He soon comes to terms with the fact that he's under dressed and thus, thrusts his hammer up into the air to semi-dramatically summon the quintessential cape and armor onto himself.

Nothing to see here.

He'll continue to walk around, and it's clear that he has no idea where he is. He's peering around, staring into storefronts and getting intimately close to shop windows. He walks in the middle of the road, he glowers at strangers and he'll get ballsy enough to take food off people's plates as he passes through.

Every so often, he'll decide someone knows something. He has no reason to believe they're privy to any more secrets than he is, but he doesn't like the look of them. He'll be intimidating, he'll get up into people's personal bubbles and block their paths.

"Are you held captive here as well?" Answer carefully.

The Bar:
After burning a considerable amount of energy on being angry, Thor mellows out enough to enjoy a drink at the local tavern. He asks for their largest ale, and he isn't terribly disappointed in the size. The liquor itself is weak and he downs it, smashing the glass to the ground before he orders another, loudly. After a few of those, he's a little closer to feeling agreeable. He may even feel a little merry.

He soon realises eyes are on him, perhaps partly because he just smashed a glass and partly because he's a giant, blond man in armor and a cape.

"I'll have another. Everyone will have another, its on me."

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wandering

[hevenly]

Not having been affected herself, Angela has no idea there is anything amiss in the quarantine. That is, until she sees the Odinson blustering about in his full armor. Dressed casually herself, albeit with the ever present magical floating ribbons around her neck, Angela approaches him to stop him from accosting a poor unsuspecting stranger.

"Stop, Brother. You know we are."

[worldsaway]

Thor seems to take offence to Angela's interference, it could almost escalate the situation, but he hesitates when he soaks in everything she's saying. His expression goes from annoyance to confusion in an instant, and he steps back.

"I do not know where I am." He says firmly, with a shake of his head. "And I have no sister."

[hevenly]

He should count himself lucky that her weapons are back at her and Loki's apartment. Granted, she is still just as deadly without them, but not against her own brother, who seems to have forgotten some crucial information.

"Not in your universe, no. But we are at a meeting of worlds. Do you truly not remember the quarantine?"

[worldsaway]

"My universe? I am not so proud as to believe I own my world." It's her good fortune that he seems to find that more funny than anything. His stance relaxes, but now he's looking at her like she's an absolute lunatic.

"Why should I know anything of this place? I awoke here this morning. Stolen from Asgard with no reason to believe anyone here should have earned my presence."

[hevenly]

"The universe from which you hail." Was he really so self-important as to think she meant his universe?

"We have all been stolen here against our will. But this should not be news to you, Odinson. You have been here as long as I."

[worldsaway]

"I have been stolen on this very day." He says, folding his arms over his chest as if daring her to question that. "I've no idea how long you've been here, but it seems longer than I know. I have no memory of this place, nor of you."

[hevenly]

"Then perhaps it is your memory which is at fault." Angela stands her ground, adamant in the knowledge that she speaks the truth.

"We arrived some months ago, the both of us, from our own respective versions of the multiverse. You from Asgard, me en route to Earth."

[worldsaway]

"My memory is without fault." He says, decidedly, despite the fact that it probably isn't and it's the easiest answer to this mess.

"Did I know of you then, as my sister?" He wonders if his memories were the same even then. It's like trying to track some great, lumbering beast who has left a trail of evidence and clues in his wake.

"What was your business on Earth?"

[hevenly]

"You did not know of me before your arrival here, no. In the universe you come from, either I don't exist, or you have not met me yet. I knew of you, for in the universe I come from, you are my brother. We have fought each other, we have fought side by side, and we have made a sort of peace."

Hopefully that will be enough for him to understand. As for Earth, "I happen to live there."

[worldsaway]

"Stranger things have happened." Like this whole situation, he supposes. It's not that he doesn't believe her, it's just that he feels the need to understand his mental state upon arriving here and apparently not fighting his way out.

"On Earth?" He raises a brow. "Of all the realms? For what reason?"

[hevenly]

Her lips purse together, as they do every time she is made to explain her unique situation.

"I am exiled from Asgard, as well as the realm where I was raised. Why not Earth, then?"

[worldsaway]

"Exiled from Asgard?" Of course Thor questions that. Suspicions arise, considering he hasn't known many to be exiled. Especially not someone from his family (or himself).

"For what reason?"

[hevenly]

"I am níð, yes." She had been marked as such by Queen Freyja herself.

As for the reason....

"I stole the infant daughter of Odin and Freyja and cast her into the furnace of Heven."

(Surely there's a better way to put that.)

[worldsaway]

Thor looks positively disgusted, once he comprehends what she's saying. It takes him a moment, to go from Odin and Freyja having a child, to Heven and its furnace. He grapples with it, before he realises she must be trying to make a fool of him.

You know, because she's obviously the joking type.

Thor chortles loud, then lets out an almost aggressive bark of laughter.

"No, really. Tell me honestly."

[hevenly]

Though Thor may laugh, Angela remains stone faced and serious.

"The child was conceived in the space between realms, where Surtur is locked away. His dark energies corrupted the babe. She needed to be cleansed, else the Ten Realms would be in ruins."

She does, then, think to add, "Our sister is now happily returned to her parents."

[worldsaway]

Now that he realises she's not joking, he's a little more concerned. She's lucky she thinks to add that as an afterthought, because his opinion of her was beginning to shape poorly.

"What is the furnace of Heven, exactly?"

[hevenly]

She was confident he would understand, just as her version of the Odinson understood what needed to be done once he would listen to her reasons.

"When Odin and Freyja's first daughter was stolen by the Angels, Odin laid a curse upon the Tenth Realm of Heven so powerful it severed them from the World Tree, so mighty it was used to power Heven itself for a millennia. The furnace which powers Heven burns hotter than any other furnace in the Ten Realms."