Welcome To Asgard

[tricksandmischief]

Welcome to the glorious realm of Asgard, all golden and glistening.

How did you get here? You may know or you may be confused but now you are here and you should look around. Maybe you can even find a passage to one of the other realms from here. You may run into a friend or a foe or meet strangers - or you may even run into some other version of yourself...

Feel free to mingle.

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[professional_killer]

[This was not where she was supposed to be.]

[She doesn't realize it's not earth, only that it's a location that she doesn't recognize, with strange and unfamiliar architecture. Every corner of the city screams to her of danger danger danger no matter how glittering and welcoming it might be. Her world has been set off balance enough as of late, and the last thing she wants is to be some unknown place with no knowledge of how she got there in the first place.]

[As much as she might try to blend into the shadows and make herself invisible it's a bit difficult as her ratty clothes in Midgardian style give her away as an outsider.]

[tricksandmischief]

[There's a man striding down the hallway, dressed very much as if he belonged there and looking around as if he owned the place - which, being a prince of Asgard, he almost did. There was something... wrong. He glanced around. Being one who was observant he quickly spied her. His tone was demanding.]

Who are you?

[professional_killer]

[She stops suddenly, eying him warily. There was no chance of her slinking off to hide now that she's been so clearly seen and addressed--]

[--and what a loaded question that is. She's caught deep somewhere between the Soldier and a war hero who shares her face, with the two lifetimes shifting between each other and leaving behind memories that only confuse her more. So what is she supposed to say, when even she doesn't know the answer?]

...nobody.

[Maybe if she acts nondescript enough he'll leave her alone to find her way back home.]

[tricksandmischief]

That is unlikely. Everybody is somebody even if they are a very insignificant creature.

[professional_killer]

[Part of her feels like she should be offended at that remark, but she doesn't have the energy to get into it.]

I'm not anyone important. [It comes out more of a growl than she intended.] I'm not even supposed to be here.

[Though where she is supposed to be is a bit of a mystery.]

[tricksandmischief]

That is very obvious.

[professional_killer]

Then I'm leaving.

[And she turns to do just that; There's no reason to hang about.]

[notonmyspace]

[Tony is poking into everything every the curious scientist. He's looking behind walls, looking over balconies and just generally being a pain in the ass. So really it's a normal Tuesdays.]

[tricksandmischief]

What do you think that you are looking for?

[Have a Loki giving you a pointed look, Tony. Yes, he recognises you but somehow he isn't locked away in a prison.]

[notonmyspace]

[Tony whips around and backs himself against the wall. Yeah he hasn't forgotten the window thing.]

I'm just looking around thank you. I can do that right? You aren't going to smite me or anything.

[tricksandmischief]

That depends. What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Did Thor bring you?

[notonmyspace]

[Tony shrugs and shakes his head.]

No idea yet. I just appeared and started wandering around. No one stopped me.

[tricksandmischief]

Do you even know where you are?

[under_illusions]

It was odd, to be in one room of Asgard's palace, and then suddenly find himself in a hallway a good distance from it. Under normal circumstances, Loki might have considered his recent sleeplessness as an explanation for this. But even at a sprint, he could not have made it to this place, so quickly. Much less at a leisurely pace.

Something was wrong. Something was off, and he didn't like it.

Had he traversed universes, again? Or had he been brought here?

The awkward bit, amongst others, was that Loki was in his Aesir form, at the moment, not illusioned to seem as Odin. Which was quite well enough in his new set of personal rooms, but not in a hallway, where any guard might stumble upon him.

To make matters worse, he was not sure what form would elicit what responses. What universe was this?

[tricksandmischief]

Speaking of making matters worse, who should come striding around the corner but.... himself. Or this world's version of such.

Loki halted upon seeing the figure. Was this some sort of illusion? He wasn't causing it, that much he knew. But who else would? And why?

Narrowing his eyes, he approached.

[under_illusions]

Looking up swiftly as his alternate approached, Loki seemed ruffled for only a moment. Alternates, he had dealt with before. But it was usually unnerving, and had never once proved favorable.

He was different. A middle ground, amongst his alternates evidently, but leaning towards the kinder ones. Which only gained him, from his alternates, more of the ostracizing insults that he'd as-ever received. Some had called him weak, sentimental. Others called him murderer.

At least he could pride himself, that those alternates who found him weak, were not those whom he truly wanted to impress, anyway. They knew not of strength, themselves; only of power. Not that he needed to impress anyone. Others of himself, perhaps least of all.

"Another me? Is it only my face you bear, or are you Loki?" The question meant so many things. He'd stopped trying to work out what they were, by now. The responses that just hearing his own name brought out in him, were so numerous as to be overwhelming. What he wanted to know here, was some proof that this was an alternate, and not just an illusion.

[tricksandmischief]

His eyebrows went up. So he speaks... and sounded just like himself. Something more than a mere illusion then.

"I am Loki," he said, straightening up with dignity. "I take it that you are also going to claim that name."

He eyed the other warily but confident that he was the real one. Something must be wrong...

[under_illusions]

With a tilt of the head to show his agreement, Loki answered, "It is mine to claim." Unlike other titles.

[tricksandmischief]

"Not here, it is not," the Asgardian prince frowned. His hand was already inching toward the dagger in his belt, ready to fight if need be.

[girlfriend_beyond]

[Well out of the way of anyone is a human girl, just watching and listening to the Asgardians. She's invisible, but it's not perfect, and someone used to illusions could spot her. To anyone who can see her, she's very clearly out of place, but she doesn't seem at all confused or scared, only curious and even somewhat melancholy.]

[tricksandmischief]

Of course Loki does spot her, even if at first he's not sure what he's seeing. But he watches for a while then approaches. It's obvious by the way he's staring that he knows somebody is there, but his words confirm it.

"Reveal yourself."

[girlfriend_beyond]

She doesn't comply. Unless you consider a stifled yelp and almost jumping out of her skin to be revealing herself. After that first start, she goes still, raises her hands slightly, and starts turning.

"I'm sorry, I thought nobody could see me, I'm not doing anything bad here-"

She cuts off when she turns enough to see who's addressing her and the look on her face becomes confused and a bit relieved. "Loki? Why- how did you get here?"

[tricksandmischief]

There's no look of recognition on his face, however.

"I live here," he frowned a bit. "You are not from here. Who are you?"

[girlfriend_beyond]

She can tell, and her face shows disappointment.

"No, you're right, I'm not from here. I'm from- Earth, in a different universe. My name's Dana." There's no sign of dishonesty in her words, but from the way she talks and fidgets, it seems like she's not saying everything she wants to.

[tricksandmischief]

"You are from Midgard?" It seems that Heimdall was not doing his job very well lately. So many strange people turning up...

"You knew my name," he noted. "You sounded as if you knew me. Why?"

Different universe... He had noticed what she'd said there.