[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."

Comments

[theirpenance]

"Jotunheim?" The surprise in her voice is very clear at that as it is not a place that Sif has visited for some time. If that is the last thing that Thor does recall... What of his time here? Is it true then, that he has left, and returned? Should there not be some fanfare or some form of notice- or had she missed it all?

"Aye. I do remember it, and all the events that followed thereafter, Thor." Her voice has softened, as if it is a trick, it is a good one. Then again, Loki has always been good at his jests. "Much has passed since then, but you do not recall? That, or being here? Truly? If you jest, I find it lacking in humor, Thor."

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"The events thereafter." He repeats, and his expression is that of someone who is trying to solve several complicated equations all at once.

"I trust you not to fool me, Sif. So trust me when I say that I do not recall a single thing from that beyond moment." He almost sounds pleading, Sif is the most grounded, practical person he knows and he cannot believe he's the one who sounds ridiculous here.

"How much time has passed?"

[theirpenance]

It means, Sif thinks, that he doesn't know of Loki's betrayal, and that he doesn't know of the death of Queen Frigga, his mother. Is there an obligation to explain such, when such news would only harm him. Then again, would Loki tell Thor about such things, or is Loki inflicted the same? She cannot say that she keeps tabs on, let alone talks with him. She might keep an ear out for any trouble, but beyond that, Loki has broken whatever trust Sif might have placed in him upon upon a time. Loki is of little matter at the moment though.

"As I trust you not to fool me, Thor," she replied, voice soft but clearly conflicted. She doesn't know enough about this realm and it gnaws on her, that lack of knowledge. She might be able to better explain what is happening, if she did, but then again, from what Thor and all others had told Sif, all that might be for naught anyway. It is one of those strange occurrences that Thor had spoken of, or is it truly that he had left? Is there even a way to tell, aside from time?

"Not close to decades, let alone eons, but enough, Thor."

[worldsaway]

She hardly needs to tell him that she bears bad news, he can practically see it in her eyes and her expression. Just as she's not sure she wants to tell him, he's not sure he wants to hear it. Sometimes, he knows his limitations. Sometimes, he knows when he can't handle something.

Right now, he's having such a hard time comprehending everything that he can barely process it.

"Enough for what?" He asks, voice lower and with a forced, steady edge to it as he tries to hold himself together. "What do you mean to tell me, Sif? What have I been held from?"

[theirpenance]

Hurting Thor is not something that Sif has ever wanted to do. She knows that much of the news would harm him, as how could it not? Yet not advising him either could lead to the same result. He may well have told others, aside from his own brother who knew, or had.

"You've not exactly been held from anything, Thor." Rather, he just suddenly doesn't know what he once knew. She could start a bit later, as that would be a neutral enough position to start. "You left Asgard, after the threat of the Dark Elves was dealt with."

[worldsaway]

"It is difficult for me to accept something like this, with no proof, with no reason to believe it beyond the fact that I know this is not in your humor, Sif."

His ego is pushing against his rationality right now. He wants to keep lashing out, to call her a fake and another part of this huge conspiracy against him. Instead, he slowly allows himself to accept it.

"What business did the Dark Elves have with Asgard? I thought they were gone, forever lost."

[theirpenance]

It certainly isn't her sense of humour in the least. Her gaze flickers to his, lips slightly pursed, yet a seriousness there. "Aye. I understand that. Such was the same when I first arrived here, when you know of this place, yet I knew nothing."

"Your Jane." A hint of something there? Quite possibly, but she lets a sigh out. "She came in contact with the Aether."

[worldsaway]

"I've been here longer than you, then." He repeats that information back to himself, so it sinks into his mind. As usual, he's struggling with the concept.

"My Jane? A mortal?" He asks, only because that name sounds suspiciously un-Asgardian. She can revel in the absolute confusion in his tone. "What was she doing with the Aether?" Sorry, Sif, this baby is just asking to be spoon fed.