The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Prussia and open!
Date: Feb 4th/5th
Location: The Brazen Turtle
Situation: Bar fight/general mingle log, with threadstarters for fun and shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, maybe some swearing. Shouldn't get too intensive! See the post for threadstarts.

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[skybluejeep]

[Stiles pauses, looking at the guest to his leg. It wasn't that bad, was it? He must have been noticeably limping then. Damn it.]

I'm not lame. I just...got a little hurt the other day, that's all. Still healing. So, you had the, uh...honey mead. Meads. Plural.

[And he plonks down three huge mugs of mead for the guy. Of course, he's also looking the guy up and down. Hello muscles. Damn it, that's unfair.]

[veryveryfrightening]

And yet you keep to your work.

[It’s not a question, but Thor’s a little impressed at the determination. He gets the look over from everyone, he’s used to it by now.]

Have a seat and continue your healing then. Enough mead can heal any wound. [Drinking alone to drown out his current problems was his original idea, but company can’t hurt. Not that he’ll be getting drunk any time soon.]

[skybluejeep]

[Oh god, last thing he needs.]

No, seriously, I'm good. I've had it fixed up, no worries. Just must be some residual stuff from the magic, it's no big deal. Besides, I'm on the clock. No drinky while worky.

[veryveryfrightening]

Asgard’s healers would not let you leave their care the way you are now. But I won’t intrude on your work. [Still, he’s going to hoist his huge glass to toast that leg getting better.]

Perhaps if you’re allowed a break. [And if Stiles isn’t given one, Thor’s judging that. Hard. Because that leg’s messed up, seriously.]

[skybluejeep]

[He glances around, and sighs. Takes a seat. It does feel good to get off it for a bit. He's also sizing up Thor; good god, the man has muscles on his muscles. He makes Derek look puny.]

I'm good, thanks. I'm Stiles.

[veryveryfrightening]

[Humoring him is never a bad thing and he takes a sip through his smile.]

Stiles? [Earth names. He’ll probably never really understand them.] I am Thor of Asgard. You are from Earth, yes?

[skybluejeep]

[And his eyes pop wide.]

Seriously. Seriously Thor. Oh wow. I mean, I'd heard rumors you were here but I never thought we'd meet. Holy cow.

[veryveryfrightening]

[He restrains his laughter, but just barely.]

Well met, Stiles. [That’s a huge forearm shake he’s looking for.] You’ll find I live here like the other foreigners, ready to save this realm just as you.

[skybluejeep]

[And he gets that forearm shake, although a bit less...enthusiastic on Stiles' end. In fact, it feels like Thor just jolted his shoulder out of its socket, and his whole body jerks with the force of it. Ow.]

Um. Cool. That's, um. I knew Loki, so...wow.

[veryveryfrightening]

[But it’s still there, so all’s well!]

Which one? [The question’s weird to ask and comes out slightly awkward.]

[skybluejeep]

The teenage one. He was...kinda my friend, actually. Inasmuch as somebody can be friends with Loki.

[veryveryfrightening]

[Friends isn’t something Loki keeps generally, but] He’s not the brother that I grew up with, his universe is different from mine, though it is good to hear that he actually did make at least one friend.

[Pausing after taking a drink, Thor considers Stiles before speaking.] You announced his departure, did you not?

[He knew Stiles’ voice sounded familiar.]

[skybluejeep]

Yeah, I did. I, uh. I was kinda unsure at first? Because you know, Loki. But yeah, his suite was empty, and his network terminal was gone from the net. Only conclusion to be drawn.