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Jake Olsen...

He took the name a long time ago, a means to be able to fit in with the people of Midgard and keep what was his real truths hidden. Its been so long since that time, sometimes he forgets he was even living a lie. That the Thor Odinson, god of thunder and father of Odin that he was in reality was in fact the fantasy the people around him only thought of it as. It was a tough time but in trying times one always has to be able to adapt or will parish. 

Thor has spent so many years in Midgard since the fall of his home. So much time gone that Thor hasn't even been able to remember the exact number anymore. Still he can recall the days of old, the days when his brother was a much kinder, warmer soul. Before it became blackened with hate and misguided pride. Thor yearned for those days sometimes, other days he was thankful that Loki was gone. Only a miracle could've saved him from himself after time.

As Thor glanced around at the variety of beers in the supermarket he felt his mind going to all those seemingly random in the moment thoughts. Leaning back a bit, still holding his half empty shopping cart in a hand as the other ran through his long blond hair. Sighing a bit to himself over having another moment of fleeting thoughts of a long, since ruined past. "Never did understand all this fancy craft beer crap myself..." Thor glanced over at the older in appearance man next to him. Wearing an army t-shirt and jeans, complimenting in a way the red flannel and jeans Thor himself had on. Thor smirked a bit, he actually rather liked the craft beers himself.

"No not that, just got a bit... well homesick I suppose." Thor said with a bit of self humored whimsy. Leaning down on his shopping cart's handle. 

"Oh? Where you from?" The man asked.

"Norway..." Thor had beaten that answer into his mind so much by this point it was a breeze to tell that lie.

The old man nodded, "Lovely place, was stationed there a time you know? Hopefully you can go back sometime." The old man patted Thor on his broad shoulder which Thor barely felt.

"Yeah, hopefully." Thor muttered with an empty tone. He didn't see any reason he could believe that.

Picking out a couple cases of beer to go with the various other things Thor had paid for his things and took it all to the beaten up Ford pick up he has had for some time now. Ever since he moved to Montana around the early 80s. The thing was fairly new at that point but now it felt like it was on its last legs. Thor took it as a sign that maybe the time has come to move on from this place. Montana had a lovely natural beauty to it, but he has seen it all to the point of being numb from it. Which was usually his sign it was time to go somewhere else and start over again. Part of him enjoyed it, everything he has seen and done could create a book the size of the very world itself in tales. Otherwise though, Thor would love to be able to just stay put, and actually not feel like a stranger anymore. None the less Thor hopped into his truck and started it to drive home. 

If he had wanted to, Loki could have teleported to the target location Montana but instead he opted to take a lift on one of the helibirds. He claimed that it was because he didn't want to alert the man that S.H.I.E.L.D had wanted him to check out by teleporting in because he might detect the magic he was using; This wasn't actually a lie since depending on who it was that might have been an actual concern. In truth he had needed time to get his thoughts together and consider just how the hel he was going to handle this situation. 

Why did all the ghosts from his past have to be alive and well and coming back to haunt him now of all times? At the rate Asgardians were coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches he could hire a maid and it would turn out to be Odin wearing a dress!

The bird came down some distance away from the last known residence of the possibly Asgardian man that he had been sent to meet with... Stepping off his ride he started to cover the rest of the distance by foot. 

Thor's truck made noises that made him worry that sooner or later the damn thing was going to explode into a mushroom cloud of broken parts. Still it was getting him from point A to point B. That was the main thing that mattered as far as he was concerned at the moment. As Thor quietly drove back home, listening to the talk radio station the FM radio was stuck on. He spotted something overheard doing in the same direction, odd considering the area wasn't really doing much as far as he knew.

As Thor pulled into the dirt driveway leading up to his house he looked up and spotted someone near his house, he didn't see the person's face, someone in a large black coat. Thor grimaced, he didn't know what the guy wanted but considering who usually come looking for him its almost never good. Something ranging from on the easier side some door to door salesman guy who was desperate, to at worst someone trying to steal something. Sure he didn't have much of anything, much less something worth stealing. But Thor was a man of ethics, so a thief was still going to suffer for their crimes.

Putting the breaks to the truck he stepped out as he killed the engine and put it into park. "Hey!" Thor called out to the man, "Don't know what you're doing here but this is private property!" 

Loki's ear twitched a little as he heard a voice that had had not heard for a very, very long time. He had fully expected to never hear that voice again... and he didn't actually know how he should feel about the fact that the speaker was alive in the first place. Time and reflection had cooled the hatred and banished the insanity but old memories stung deep as they were unearthed once more. Turning around slowly, Loki looked at Thor for the first time in years and found himself conflicted. "Hello brother." It seemed as appropriate a greeting as any... hopefully the conversation would end with him still having his head. 

As he saw the man start to turn Thor's eyes slowly widened, his lips parted, and the world around him, and everything he thought he knew, all slowly came to a stop. It was someone who should be dead, who he watched lose his life during the end of the world that he brought. How was the man here before him now. Thor stepped away from his truck, his mind swirling from not understanding what he was seeing. Was this some sadistic trick? Some kind of illusion? 

It wasn't until he was a step away from Loki that he realized it was the actual little brother. "H-how? You died... I watched you be killed..." Thor muttered in the desperation of trying to make sense of all this. As the moment passed Thor's look of shock slowly turned into a look of anger. All the feelings, the years of having to hide, seeing Loki destroying everything he cared for and loved. Thor's hand clinched tighter and tighter. His teeth slowly grinding harder and harder against one another. Finally it all came to a head, as Thor reared back, and with a solid wind up slammed his left fist as hard as possible into Loki's jaw. Letting out an almost barbaric yelling as he did so.

As Loki collapsed to the ground Thor breathed hard through his nose as he looked at the downed sibling. Finally though, Thor calmed down a bit. Having gotten the anger out of his system, at least for the time being. Going back to his pick up he pulled out the assortment of plastic bags and beer 24 packs. He took his time carrying up the path to his front door, fiddling to get the door open. Stopping to turn to Loki. "Are you coming in or what?" He asked simply. Not waiting for an answer as he went inside, leaving the door open for Loki as he headed into the kitchen to put his groceries away. 

Just as Loki feared, in taking punch number two today it was indeed a long day.

Even as he rubbed his jaw while getting off of the ground that he had been knocked on to, Loki couldn't believe just how lightly he had gotten off so far; Sure, Thor had just punched him square in the face but the fact that was all that had happened so far...

Accepting the invitation and stepping inside, Loki made the effort to look around while keeping an eye on his adopted brother. "It's a nice place you've got here... Been here long?" He started off someone lamely; How do you start a conversation with a man that you tried to kill and slaughtering most of his loved ones and burning down his home? 

Truth be told Thor was fighting his inner feelings about seeing Loki again so hard. There was a part of him that wanted to tear the bastard limb from limb. It was the barbaric side of Thor, the side that was forged from eons of battles on Asgard. It would be easy too, Loki, even with all his magical power, was frail and clearly hadn't spent time bulking up in the meantime. Still the thousands of years made Thor show more peaceful practices before resorting to physical violence. That bar in Sweden was a standing monument to this idea. Well it would've been a standing monument if he didn't end up leaving it not standing after his violence.

"I built it myself about... 76 years ago." Thor noted, needing to recall the date. It was clear by his tone that Thor had a lot of pride in that. Back in his Asgard days he never would've imagined using his hands to create like this. However all those years of various trades training gave Thor enough insight to be able to build a place that he was very comfortable in. Still he finished putting his groceries away in the kitchen and took a pair of bottles of beer. Casually passing one to Loki as he passed him into the living room where he took a seat onto a couch. "Come, sit." Thor commanded with a tone, but hard to read tone as he watched Loki. "I suppose the question I have to ask first is... how the Hell are you still alive?" 

Catching the beer that was thrown his way easily enough before once again accepting the invitation to sit; It felt insanely weird to be following what had quite clearly been an order but his own curiosity drove him on wards if only to see how this would end.

The fact that Thor had built this place himself actually caused Loki to look somewhat impressed, as well as gave Loki somewhat of an idea as to why his brother wasn't trying to kill him; He didn't want to destroy what he built.

Of course, then the first question that needed to be asked was raised... 

"I could ask you the same, but to answer your question... I was betrayed and imprisoned in a cell in the nether for..." There was a pause as a choice of words was considered and decided upon "Well, time doesn't really mean anything in the Nether. I spent an untold amount of time being tormented there until a group of young humans in nineteen fourteen freed me to help them free their country from the empire in charge of it at the time... And by pure accident began the series of events that started the First World War. Tried to be a lot more careful since then."

Taking a moment to sip his beer, Loki felt the need to ask "So... How are you alive? Asgardians seem to be coming out of the woodwork lately." 

Pulling the cap off of his beer with no effort as he listened to Loki's story. Interesting to hear he did indeed die but people brought him back. It gave him a feeling that Loki's docile nature so far. The little brother he saw before this encounter had nothing but rage and insanity pulsing through his heart. So the fact that Loki was being fairly reasonable told Thor a lot. "I always thought the way all that went down was a bit strange." Thor noted.

"I survived, though it was through some means I'm not proud of.... Still I've been around on Midgard here since. I've traveled all over the globe and did everything. Way too many stories to tell you at the moment." Thor took a swig of beer, leaning back in the sofa before looking very sternly over at Loki. "Now though we need to talk. Something about how you've approached me today says that you're not the same Loki I saw last in battle. I don't know if you are a changed man or if this is some kind of long game but all I can hope for right now is that you have learned from your own mistakes."

Taking another drink of beer Thor wiped his lips with his wrist. "Because look... I get it. Odin, as much as the blood in my veins disallows me to say anything too harsh about him. I realize now he didn't truly understand what being a father meant. Me on the other hand, I adored having you with me. I loved that you weren't like the other kids, and I felt like I learned more from seeing you do the same things I did. Even when Odin told me you weren't really a brother in blood I didn't care. If anything I cared about you more..."

Thor looked a bit wistful and distant seeing the memory creep into his own mind. "When you were humiliated by Eltri, I tried to run out there for your help. Father stopped me though, and had me taken to my room by force." Thor quickly finished his beer to blot out the thoughts running through his mind but swiftly continued. "I knew you had changed but I had hoped it was something that would pass, or you would seek asylum before doing something drastic. Had I known what it would lead to, you bet I would've done so much more to stop that festering boil of hate inside of you sooner."

Thor though let a long sigh out of his system. "Still, if you have changed for the better I can only hope its genuine." Reaching over Thor patted Loki's hand with a smile. "Because I'd love to have my little brother back." 

Looking down at his hand, the look on Loki's face was unreadable as he looked at the hand that was being patted by a man that once upon a time he would have given anything to see him broken and dead before him. Now through...

A sigh escaped him as he looked away from his adoptive brother. "I... Thor, I don't think I'm ready to be the little brother you want me to be. I honestly didn't believe that you were still alive all this time; I found your trice-damned hammer in Tarene's possession for crying out loud. I hadn't even known that you were the Asgardian that I was going to find out here until I saw you."

"Just...Give me some time to get used to the idea, okay?" It was a small plea, but hopefully Thor would respect. 

Thor's hand awkwardly slipped off of Loki's at the request. Thor's grimace showed his worry about Loki and where he was mentally. The fact that Loki still was missing something, or couldn't come to terms with something. It made Thor worry for his brother's well being. "Well Loki I'll be here for you if you need me. Even if we couldn't go back to the good ol' days there's something to you now that makes me feel like we can coexist now even after everything." Thor chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. "Heaven knows we've had more than enough time to let our wounds heal."

Still though Thor's eyes widened as he realized what Loki mention, not just that Tarene was still alive. Mjolnir, a weapon of mass power that Thor adored but thought was long gone. "Tarene is alive and has Mjolnir?!" Thor leaned back to Loki, if all of this was a trick Thor couldn't help but get suckered into it given what Loki had just told him. "I... I know maybe I came off a bit strong with what I had said. But... where is Tarene? Is she well?" He realized a reunion between Loki and Tarene probably wasn't as friendly as this was. "Did she wound you badly?" 

Loki couldn't help but chuckle a little as he answered "That's the understatement of the year. She didn't get to hurt me that badly; Not sure where she is currently or what mental state she is currently in because last I saw her I managed to talk her out of killing a mortal man that had refused to help her find me."

There was a moment of debate as Loki considered telling his brother about Mjolnir; The damn thing was most likely still where it had been left at Stark Tower unless someone absolutely heroic had come along and proved themselves to be worthy of the hammers strange set of standards. 

In the end however, Loki decided that he might as well be honest with his brother; He had seen where the path of withholding information from people had led to and it wasn't pretty. "Mjolnir is currently resting at Stark Tower in New York; Tarene left it there and I doubt anyone has been able to move it since."

Thor glanced down at the floor for the moment, debating quietly if he should ask knowing Loki wasn't exactly a fan of the thing. It was a history of his pain and misery, made physical to insult him every time he so much as glanced at it. Finally Thor glanced over to Loki and made it clear in his voice how much what he asked for mattered. "I know you despise the thing, but bring me to it." Thor asked with a stern, but calm tone. "If nothing else, I do not trust a midgardian to take it. Too much power for a mere mortal."

A shake of his head was all Loki offered at the suggestion. "If you want it back, you're going to have to get it yourself. As far as I am concerned, anyone who can claim it deserves to have it... Through I'm happy to help you get to it if you wish."

A serious look came over Loki's face as he looked at Thor. "First through, I need to speak to you about why I am here. Have you ever heard of S.H.I.E.L.D?"