riverviewlogs | [open] comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways

who: Thor and open for people looking to train/garden
what: Thor extends an offer to help train people, desperately pleads for help with gardening
when: during or after the butterfly effect event, up to you guys (he's not changed).
where: The Gymiest place there is, Communal Housing
warnings: Violence? Sadgardian.

i. Training
[Thor allots time with everyone who takes interest in his offer to train together. Usually it's an early morning, but he's flexible depending on when Search and Rescue needs him. He locates a gym and arrives early, setting up with punching bags and make-shift, training weapons that resemble small, sturdy pool noodles. It's not easy to find a lot of swords here.

He's requested the ability to have a private room, away from sweaty people on treadmills, and the need is accommodated given both necessity and charm.

He's dressed casually. Sweatpants, a grey cotton shirt and his hair pulled back tight in a ponytail with a silver clasp that he rarely removes. Anyone who knows him as the glorious, cape-wearing god will probably be taken aback by the fact that he looks like a hippy gym teacher.

He'll be happy to see you when you arrive.]

ii. Gardening
[If you take Thor up on the offer to help him with gardening, he will gladly invite you to his communal housing room. He has a set up of various wilted plants in the sunlight of a window, gardening magazines strewn about.]

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Am I?

[ That statement curbs his mood slightly as Loki goes hesitant. ]

I heard there is a magical artifact affecting the people here. I believe it has gotten to me as well.

Yes, I'd heard of it as well. [But he'd sort of hoped this was a natural progression for Loki. Not that he would say as much.]

Perhaps I have changed in a manner I'm not properly aware of. Perhaps I am a Thor who is terrible at gardening.

[ Loki chuckles softly, almost fond. ]

You could never change that much.

[Now Thor's curiosity is growing, he'll make a move to do something he's done sparingly ever since Loki's initial moves to distance himself from him.

He touches him. He places a hand on his shoulder, raising a brow to give Loki a grave, hurt look.]

Perhaps my efforts are fruitless, then.

[ He does not seem surprised at the touch, almost pleased by it. Only Thor touches him with such impunity and Thor is the only person Loki allows such privileges. Still, Thor's joke deserves a suitable response. ]

For now. No doubt you'll bear fruit later.

And just what do you mean by that?

[Thor asks, despite knowing the answer. He delivers a playful poke to Loki's side, just rough enough that it might hurt a little.]

I cannot possibly say.

[ He chuckles, taking the poke before straightening himself. ]

Besides, I would be awful to hit a man while he's down on his luck. Especially with botany. What would Mother say?

It's never stopped you before. [He says, almost morose. He's laying it on a little.]

She'd sooner chide me for letting them die so pitifully. [He tries not to consider the deeper, alternate meaning of that.]

Since you're in high spirits, perhaps you could help me fix them? It's what she would have wanted.

[ He blinks, trying to wrack his memory for such a situation but nothing makes itself clear. Perhaps it is something Loki failed to notice with his tricks. Or was it the chalice? Had the self he replaced for this short span of time done something grievous?

Loki could believe that, even if he cannot imagine it. ]

I will try my best. I confess, the art of living creatures is not one I have perfected.

Surely whatever you do cannot be worse than what I have already done. [Thor puts his hands on his hips.]

And if it is, we shall go find me a new hobby.

[ Loki nods as if to say true that. ]

I predict that it will involve fists.

Not this time. [Thor shakes his head.]

I'm looking for something.. [He gestures.] Soothing. Or practical. It becomes tiresome, you know, being known only for your strength. [He pauses.] And I have already begun to teach others to use their fists.

Reputations can be tiresome.

[ He says it coolly, without a hint of bitterness or disdain. If it is weary in its weight, it does not hold for long. ]

So you wish to be known for a gentler touch? You might have a long road ahead of you, brother.

[Thor's smile is soft, once he makes the connection that Loki knows more about that subject than most.]

I don't so much mind if I'm known for it, but it would be nice to occupy myself with it. [He shoots his plants a disappointed look.]

I am not so desperate as to weave tapestries, however
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You might learn something after all if you came to that conclusion.

[ He stoops to touch one of the leaves thoughtfully. ]

I think you put them in the sun for too long. Knowing what kind of plant it is would help too.

[ Rising, Loki gives Thor a flat look. ]

Do you know what they're called?

[Thor searches his mind, for a moment, then shakes his head.]

I bought them from the markets, from a stall. They told me the names, I'm sure, but it didn't seem important at the time. [He shrugs.]

Can you save them or not?

[ He sighs. ]

I might be able to salvage them. There's no guarantee after that, Thor.

I'll be sure not to kill them again. [So tersely.]

There may be hope for you yet.

[ He shifts the pots closer to the shade. His magic seeps into the wilted plants and they slowly recover. They don't look perfect, but it is a vast improvement. ]

[Thor crouches to observe as his plants perk up once more. His smile grows and he stands up to pat Loki on the back enthusiastically.]

Brilliant! It's as if they never came to know the scourge known as Thor. [His hand is still on Loki's shoulder, and he squeezes.] How can I repay you?

[ Loki chuckles. ]

Let us see if these survive the year and I shall consider us even.

If you make such conditions for payment, you may starve before the year is out. [He chuckles.] Come, surely I can buy you a drink. It is no burden to me, you know. I may no longer be a prince here, but I'm no pauper.

[ Loki accedes to Thor's request with a glint in his eyes. ]

Very well. Lead the way, brother.

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did you want to go any further with this one?

no this sounds like a good place