#torunn ft. loki

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@bejcwcled for loki / torunn had spent a lot of time in her life listening to stories. stories of her father and his friend, stories of what tony knew from thor about asgard (which, admittedly, wasn't much), stories of the crazy shit the avengers had taken on over the years. torunn knew a lot of stories. one such story, she was currently looking at: loki of asgard. or, at least, she could only assume that's who he was. maybe she should ask. " excuse me? you wouldn't happen to be loki, would you? "

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" ... your universe doesn't exist anymore? that can happen? does it happen often? " torunn blinked up at him in some mixture of shock and confusion. was her universe gone, too, then? were her friends okay? oh, this was going to bother her forever if she didn't figure it out. she reached up to scratch at her cheek, frowning as she started thinking. then, at his comment about tony, she snorted, her expression shifting again and added on, almost like an afterthought, " i sort of had to listen to tony. he raised me. "

"oh just some human he was obsessed with for a while. sif? he and sif got together? remind me never to travel to that branch. wait the thor you met here? thor's here?" he felt his heartbreak at the sound that his brother was here but likely avoiding him. he knew they hadn't been on the best terms the last time he saw them but he thought what mobius had shown him at the tva meant they got along again. maybe thor just didn't know he was here? "if you could stop mentioning the adoption part it would be greatly appreciated. my own universe doesn't exist anymore. everyone i know comes from a different universe than me. it doesn't really phase me anymore." no it was just hard to keep straight what universe people came from when you could see all the branches. "stark? you listened to him? that man is full of shit." @doubleimages

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" i'm not sure who foster is, so no. my mother is sif. but, trust me, you don't want to see my father. the thor i met here is nice enough, though. " finding people in this city who were genuinely excited to see her was becoming a pattern, one which torunn was not all that sure about... people didn't normally get excited to see her. " good. i was worried you'd not accept the whole adoption-slash-multiversal family thing. tony used to say lots of stuff about you... but he'd only ever seen you trying to destroy new york so his opinion is probably invalid. "

he wasn't entirely sure what he expected the girl to be. someone from midgard or the tva if she knew his name. maybe a young asgardian? no surely then she would have shown more respect. as far as he was aware he was still a prince. the idea of her being his neice though never occurred to him. "thorsdottir," he repeated stunned. "...you're my neice. who's your mother? foster? did he never get past that ridiculous fascination with the mortal?" that was more interesting to him than the multiverse comment. everyone he knew came from a different universe than him. the tva had destroyed his branch what felt like ages ago. "if you're thor's daughter i'm your uncle. adoption and branches of the multiverse don't affect that. speaking of thor where is he? did he come with you?" @doubleimages

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the knife hardly phased her; the semi-goddess cast it a brief glance before focusing her attention on him. loki. her uncle. torunn couldn't help but grin at him, and while she was sure she looked a little hysterical, she really couldn't help it. " my name is torunn thorsdottir. i'm from a different universe? at least, i assume that's what's going on here... " she gave a brief shake of her head. " anyways, you're my uncle. kind of. by adoption. and multiverse travel. "

with his and everyone else in the city's powers acting up loki was on guard even more than normal. he had a knife in one hand, prepared to defend himself if need be as he tried to find a place to take refuge until this nightmare passed. it had to end at some point right? it couldn't just be chaos forever. even for the god of mischief that sounded draining. so when a young woman came up to him asking his identity he pointed the knife at her suspicious. "why are you asking? who are you?" @doubleimages