[He didn't mean to do video, but a glitch got him. He doesn't even notice at first, he's too distracted, and the video shows his hands, mostly, against the top of his vanity - he's sifting through his bracelets.]
[ the incoming transmission startles him slightly. even though he's alone in his apartment, he still feels a flush of heat race up the back of his neck in annoyance. thor doesn't think he's ever going to get used to this ridiculous technology.
it takes him a moment (or maybe several) to figure out who the voice belongs to—he'll never admit that the hands had something to do with jarring his memory. ]
A bangle? [ a bracelet, thor, you know that. ] Ah, yes. [ he's obviously moving through the small apartment and into the bedroom where he sits on the bed. a moment later, the bedside table drawer is opened and he pulls out the small, gold bracelet that he can only fit three of his fingers through (because, yes, he tried. shut up). but for now he just holds it between his thumb and forefinger so it can be seen. ]
[It's only when he gets a video in return that he realizes he's transmitting, and almost immediately he jerks his head up, looking in the mirror. He's not wearing a shirt, his hair half loose and half done up in a very lazy braid to keep it out of his way, and behind him clothing for his work can be seen lying out on the bed.
Before he has a chance to stop it, the moment of surprise melts to one of abject relief when he sees the bracelet in Thor's hand, and his own hand comes up to his chest as he exhales.]
Ah, that is it. I'm glad to see it, since I was uncertain where it might have gone...
[ he could feign not paying attention to the casual appearance, but he is even though no comment is made upon it.
seeing as it's only fair to return sight for sight (and it's alright to do that this time, since this is... personal and not on that blasted network), thor's gaze flicks up to the window—perhaps not the best reflection, but he's still completely visible and offers a small smile. ]
My apologies. I should have sought you after it was found; time had slipped away from me. Would you care to retrieve it or I could meet you before you attend your post.
[For once, he's not intending to show off. There's just a sort of open honesty about how he moves, leaning in to look at the bracelet as Thor holds it, one hand still on the vanity, fingers curling around the remaining ones.
The bracelets...his jewelry. It's all things from home, things he received from his family, for his coming-of-age in some cases and in others at various points in his life. It's evidence of growing up, of being presented as the Prince of Troy.]
It's alright, I'm sure you couldn't have known it was important to me. I should like to have it before work, though now I'm reconsidering wearing my jewelry from home out of the house...
[ it's that open honesty that draws thor in. it's a trait he can appreciate and finds it incredibly valuable. after learning to doubt everything (even though he loathes that), seeing something true and honest is like a breath of fresh air.
there is a pang of guilt that twists in his gut—he'd had no idea it was important, even though he probably should have. if he'd lost anything he had from home, he likely would've torn the entire city apart to get it back. ]
Tell me where you would like to meet and I shall bring it with due haste. [ after all, now that he knows it wasn't just some meaningless trinket, the least he can do is bring it to ganymede and not make him come all the way here. ] I do not think such a rash decision should be made. They suit you and you wear them well.
[ because not many dudes can pull off that look, lbr. ]
[He's not often so open, though he's often honest from so many centuries of becoming used to having his mind read. But having realized he was a bracelet short and the panic of trying to find it, followed by the relief of it being with someone who has the good grace to be willing to return it - something he was very afraid of, all things considered, so well-trained to expect people to hurt him purposefully - has him with his guard down a little.
He lifts his hand from his chest and pushes his hair back from his face, his chest still rising and falling slightly heavily.
When the man offers to bring it to him wherever he'd like to meet, Ganymede's eyes meet the mirror, making eye contact through chip and reflective surface, as much as he can. And he smiles, just slightly.]
Mm...perhaps I can come to your apartment again? I should like to thank you properly, though I'm not sure what I can offer in return.
[ well, ganymede can just come to expect that when dealing with thor, he's not set out to harm anyone unless they're deserving of it. thor's got no reason to do anything to him, and truthfully should they become closer, thor would have no qualms at all over making sure anyone who harmed ganyede (or any one of his friends he's made since arriving in the city) would be meeting with the business end of his fist.
that smile is returned—it can't be helped. ]
If that is what you wish, I would not turn you away. [ and then he laughs softly, shaking his head. ] You need not need thank me. I have done what any other would have and only kept it safe.
[It's never something he expects - genuine kindness catches him off guard more than anything else does. He can't comprehend it, he can't understand why someone would be genuinely kind, not after such a long time of having no one to take care of himself but himself.
When Thor explains, he shakes his head.]
It's the unfortunate truth that in my case, in my past, it would've been taken from me, to torment me. I'm much too used to being surrounded by those who are unkind, who enjoy keeping me from that which I need or desperately desire. And so I appreciate this gesture...
I do fear there is news regarding your brother... ah, brother not-exactly-mine. It's a quite serious matter regarding his parentage. Do know I never wanted to be the one to say this.
Yes, I know we've had our differences in the past, you and I, Thor, but think of this as an expression of my good will. We've discovered something, this Loki and I, through honest sleuthing and dedication to research. Have you ever, perhaps, wondered, at certain....tendencies possessed by your brother?
And trust us, we do understand how you might not want to believe it. How you might deny the truth to yourself, again and again. But it really is best to just accept it, Thor. It's for the best, for yourself, and for your dear brother. How many more innocents must fall to his secret lust for their flesh? How many more restless nights must Loki spend secreting mysterious solutions which disturb his sleep, making him short and rude with others? Someone must call a stop to this, and who else has known him for his entire life?
Indeed, we know no other could be trusted with such a serious task. If it is not taken care of now, none could possibly know the consequences. He cannot keep this hidden much longer and he needs help. How much more will Loki suffer if no one acts?
Thor, you have to understand it's not his fault, but he is...
I'm sorry, this is hard. I really have grown to care for Loki, for as long as I've known him here. He can really be quite kind when not overtaken by that part of him he cannot ever hope to truly master...
Thor? Loki is, well. He's an eldritch creature. His true nature is always being suppressed, but one too many hints of damp, British seaside villages or unbridled sexuality might be enough to set him off. Which is why this place is such a danger to him.
[ of course, at first, thor thinks something is wrong. but then it just gets progressively worse. his second thought is they're heading toward loki's true heritage but...
no.
they went to some weird place and thor has zero clue how to properly approach this. ...well, besides tired resignation, anyway. ]
Oh no, only on alternate weekends are we both mad. Otherwise, we take turns. Great, isn't it?
[ Loki realizes he must miss his brother when that tone of resignation brings him an unreasonable amount of joy. ]
Seriously, though, have you ever considered he may well be some sort of betentacled monster. A runt, obviously, and of only four limited limbs. Five? Five.
[Shall decide... oh how he is going to hurt you later, beloved, loathsome, golden thing.]
Come to me. Upon reaching my door, ring the bell, then close your eyes and wait. When I open the door, you will offer your hand, only your hand inside. No harm shall befall you. [Possibly.]
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Did you find a bangle in your apartment?
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it takes him a moment (or maybe several) to figure out who the voice belongs to—he'll never admit that the hands had something to do with jarring his memory. ]
A bangle? [ a bracelet, thor, you know that. ] Ah, yes. [ he's obviously moving through the small apartment and into the bedroom where he sits on the bed. a moment later, the bedside table drawer is opened and he pulls out the small, gold bracelet that he can only fit three of his fingers through (because, yes, he tried. shut up). but for now he just holds it between his thumb and forefinger so it can be seen. ]
Is this the missing item?
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Before he has a chance to stop it, the moment of surprise melts to one of abject relief when he sees the bracelet in Thor's hand, and his own hand comes up to his chest as he exhales.]
Ah, that is it. I'm glad to see it, since I was uncertain where it might have gone...
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seeing as it's only fair to return sight for sight (and it's alright to do that this time, since this is... personal and not on that blasted network), thor's gaze flicks up to the window—perhaps not the best reflection, but he's still completely visible and offers a small smile. ]
My apologies. I should have sought you after it was found; time had slipped away from me. Would you care to retrieve it or I could meet you before you attend your post.
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The bracelets...his jewelry. It's all things from home, things he received from his family, for his coming-of-age in some cases and in others at various points in his life. It's evidence of growing up, of being presented as the Prince of Troy.]
It's alright, I'm sure you couldn't have known it was important to me. I should like to have it before work, though now I'm reconsidering wearing my jewelry from home out of the house...
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there is a pang of guilt that twists in his gut—he'd had no idea it was important, even though he probably should have. if he'd lost anything he had from home, he likely would've torn the entire city apart to get it back. ]
Tell me where you would like to meet and I shall bring it with due haste. [ after all, now that he knows it wasn't just some meaningless trinket, the least he can do is bring it to ganymede and not make him come all the way here. ] I do not think such a rash decision should be made. They suit you and you wear them well.
[ because not many dudes can pull off that look, lbr. ]
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He lifts his hand from his chest and pushes his hair back from his face, his chest still rising and falling slightly heavily.
When the man offers to bring it to him wherever he'd like to meet, Ganymede's eyes meet the mirror, making eye contact through chip and reflective surface, as much as he can. And he smiles, just slightly.]
Mm...perhaps I can come to your apartment again? I should like to thank you properly, though I'm not sure what I can offer in return.
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that smile is returned—it can't be helped. ]
If that is what you wish, I would not turn you away. [ and then he laughs softly, shaking his head. ] You need not need thank me. I have done what any other would have and only kept it safe.
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When Thor explains, he shakes his head.]
It's the unfortunate truth that in my case, in my past, it would've been taken from me, to torment me. I'm much too used to being surrounded by those who are unkind, who enjoy keeping me from that which I need or desperately desire. And so I appreciate this gesture...
[He offers another small smile.]
It's kind, and kindness is rare.
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Perhaps odd writhing of the limbs?
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Thor, you have to understand it's not his fault, but he is...
I- I... I can't say it. Luke, please, could you?
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I'm sorry, this is hard. I really have grown to care for Loki, for as long as I've known him here. He can really be quite kind when not overtaken by that part of him he cannot ever hope to truly master...
Thor? Loki is, well. He's an eldritch creature. His true nature is always being suppressed, but one too many hints of damp, British seaside villages or unbridled sexuality might be enough to set him off. Which is why this place is such a danger to him.
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they went to some weird place and thor has zero clue how to properly approach this. ...well, besides tired resignation, anyway. ]
Are you both mad?
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[ Loki realizes he must miss his brother when that tone of resignation brings him an unreasonable amount of joy. ]
Seriously, though, have you ever considered he may well be some sort of betentacled monster. A runt, obviously, and of only four limited limbs. Five? Five.
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Thor- brother- I've need of your aid.
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For what reason?
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I shall explain later. [He's lying.] For now, I need you to follow my instructions to the letter, this is absolutely important, Thor.
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Speak them. I shall decide if I will heed your instructions or not.
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Come to me. Upon reaching my door, ring the bell, then close your eyes and wait. When I open the door, you will offer your hand, only your hand inside. No harm shall befall you. [Possibly.]
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This makes little sense, Loki. What need have you for my hand?
[ not gonna chop it off, are ya???? haha. ]
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Nothing untoward, brother. I shall explain after.
[Not yet, give it time.]
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I need a little more, Loki. You realize just how strange this sounds...
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