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[color=375a87]"You!"[/color]

Ah, here it comes. The recognition. Midgardians had this habit. It happened many a time in his younger years. It was always "son of Thor" that triggered that same response. Excited murmurs, cheering crowds, lustful stares. It was always the same with mortals. This woman, with her dark hair and flated nostrils, was just another seeking favor with the prince of Asgard. He had hoped for more of an explanation on why people had inhabited this tower before he fed his appetites. But who was he to-

[color=375a87]"That hammer is [i]yours?![/i] Do you have any idea— Oh, when I— I’m going to shove that hammer up your—"[/color] Oh. Magni had mistaken her temperament. Not the first time, certainly. She was simply pleased to have found the owner of such an artifact. That did not necessarily mean he was entirely wrong, but there seemed to be the hint of something more venomous behind the words. Perhaps she was - 

[color=375a87]"Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have a hammer that weighs a billion pounds sitting on your brake pedal? I’ve been having to use… other vehicles."[/color] Ah, no, he was entirely wrong. A pity, surely. But, that did answer his question, so at least some small victory was attained. The memory did seem to come back to him. Magni was arguing, perhaps shouting. Men in suits, a few of his teammates. They were being disbanded. Midgardians wished to control him. So, he had tossed the hammer aside, in the garage. Him and... was Tobias there? It was hard to remember after a decade of drinking and fighting. But it was all water under the bifrost, as far as he was concerned. 

[color=375a87]”Sorry, if you could get that thing out of my car, that would be great.”[/color]

It was a strained request, lathered in a hint of that same vitriol from earlier. It lacked the respect that was customary to offer when making a demand of a god. Magni was gracious enough to ignore the slight, especially given his own transgression with the door. They were even. But she did not specify a time frame, and Magni was curious over what precisely was going on here. [color=00aeef]"I shall, in due time."[/color] He could fetch his hammer later, once introductions were had. Surely the other mortals would have interest in meeting him, and he had a great interest in learning what he had missed.

Introductions were not made to him. Alfred seemed to be busying himself with finding some sort of instrument. Phil was watching them all like a raven. The sound of crunching glass signaled the arrival of other newcomers. A young man and woman, judging by the way he effortlessly lifted her, must be her groom based on the type of lifting he had done. At least, that was what they called the bride's carry, wasn't it? The woman who seemed familiar in his mind had moved to greet them. Her voice was sweet and commanding, her very presence demanding attention. Who was this woman?

[color=a8f9ff]"Imogen Frost."[/color]

Imogen? Twas a strange name, even by his standards... but familiar. Perhaps he had known an Imogen before, but he certainly would have remembered one this bold and welcoming. Frost evoked a different connotation, reminding him of the freezing mountains of Jotunheim. Despite the name, she seemed warm. Endearing. Kind.

[color=a8f9ff]"Well, everyone but the oaf who broke the door. Sorry about that, by the way."[/color]

Magni's heart sank like a rock in his chest. He appeared wrong, yer again. An oaf. In Asgard, the connotation was quite derogatory towards elf-kin. But he remembered the meaning here, in Midgard. Idiot, uncultured, lumbering fool. A term often bandied at him when he was but a child in this realm. A term his brother had used to great effect to anger him. And now, it was a word in passing meant to dismiss him as nothing more than a meandering dunce. Magni's gaze drifted down to the mess he had made, which Alfred was diligently cleaning. The prince of thunder was naught but an inconvenience in the realms of men, it seemed.

They had not viewed his father this way.

He was interrupted, suddenly, by a warm touch on his forearm. [color=a8f9ff]"I am sorry."[/color] The apology felt sincere, and Magni hated to admit that the sudden contact and whisper had sent a jolt of metaphorical electricity through his body. [color=a8f9ff]"I was trying to ease tensions at your expense and that is not ok. You are not an oaf or an inconvenience. I regret saying it."[/color] Magni’s downward gaze turned towards her, and his expression softened a little. Her explanation was a fitting apology, even if a small wound still seeped in his core from the barb.

His response was surprisingly soft, simple, and authentic. [color=00aeef]”Thou art forgiven.”[/color] He wanted to say more… perhaps even ask where he might have met her before. Any question died in his throat before he could ask it as another sound echoed. The grip on his arm tightened, and that tingling sensation in his chest increased. His own arm flexed slightly, though, as he too had a sneaking suspicion of danger for these mortals. But it was just a gangly man who seemed to be keen on making some kind of speech. Magni’s eyes drifted down towards the hand that left his arm, wishing to feel the woman’s touch again.

An argument ensued. The spindly one seemed to have upset the woman on the couch, and she stormed off. Two others entered the room, and something in his gut told him that the man was not normal. He had fought many a giant and demon in his day, and something about that man screamed that he had been torn in twain, so to speak. He noticed a small arcing of electricity from the new woman’s fingers, which elicited a modicum of interest from the god. It was cute when mortals messed with powers like his. He watched James and Aria find their own spot to sit.

[color=a8f9ff]"I need a drink."[/color] Magni’s eyes drifted back towards the woman. He watched as she effortlessly slipped her jacket from her shoulders and tossed it over the reception desk. His eyes naturally gravitated towards her back, and the fine ink tattoo that ran up her spine. He knew not its meaning, but he found it interesting all on its own. His eyes drifted lower too, and he admired her movement as she walked away. Part of him wished to follow her, but her clear frustration at the argument moments earlier made it clear she wished to clear her head. He would do the same. He’d just have to find his way to the bar on his own later, unless this Imogen felt so inclined to accompany him then.

And yet, still, there was something about her and her full figure that sparked an inkling of memory. Especially in this very same lobby. Had she been here back then?

Before he could question further, she had returned. Two glasses were held in one hand, and a bottle in the other with some clear beverage. [color=a8f9ff]"Peace offering?"[/color] Her apologetic smile and offer of a drink had washed away any lingering hard feelings. He knew very well that words were fleeting, and her intention was not to harm. He gave a nod of acknowledgement, holding out his hands to receive the glasses while she poured. [color=a8f9ff]"I’ll make you a deal, handsome, you forgive me for being an inconsiderate bitch and I’ll forgive you for not remembering me."[/color] Before he could dwell too much on her words, she took one of the two cups. [color=a8f9ff]"Deal?"[/color]

Magni’s cheeks had flushed with embarrassment. He merely nodded at first, clinked her glass with his, and downed its contents. She did the same, and he could not help but remark in his own mind on how stunning this woman was. The guilt remained ever present, though, as he still did not know how they had met. They had, in fact, known each other in some way… that much was abundantly clear. The exact nature of their prior relations still remained a frustrating mystery. Had they been friends? Acquaintances? Lovers? No, certainly, Magni had not bedded anyone this remarkable when he was last on Midgard. He had taken a number of lovers, but most at the academy were much more firm in both body and mind. Her appearance of dress was also remarkably bold, and it was hard to look her in the eye. He did not want to appear rude, so he opted instead for bluntness. [color=00aeef]”I agree to thy deal, but I will still beseech thee for forgiveness. ‘Tis not in my nature to forget such a…”[/color] His eyes wandered down towards her sheer top, his mind desperately trying to find a less lustful compliment. [color=00aeef]”Fair and noble woman such as thyself. It would be a great boon to be reminded of our history, lest I cause more harm.”[/color] He gave a soft, pleading smile. He prayed for absolution and understanding, if only to begin to know Imogen better.

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