okay i'm here mostly because i saw canon mates around *grabby hands*

[thundergirl]

 You know what the Nexus needs? More buff heavily armed and armored teenagers around.  They never cause any trouble and are always perfect in every way.

But seriously.  This young lady has: a big ass sword, a big ass mace, and a even bigger ass war hammer (with a SHOCKINGLY (ha) short handle) strapped to her back.  The combined weight of all of these would be enough to make the average adult human man just tip the heck over.  But she's just strolling around checking things out like no big deal like the two hundred pounds of weapon in her are just made of craft foam or something.

She's not strolling aimlessly though.  She seems to be looking for something.  Or someone.  Yeah she got the whole intro thingie, watched the magic picture, blah blah blah.  But she's not buying this completely here.  Not entirely.

Finally she stops somewhere public and crowded, puts her hands to the sides of her mouth and just yells.

"LOKI!! WHERE ARE YOU? I KNOW YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS SOMEHOW!!"

She smiles, nods to herself, and crosses her arms.  She's LOUD.  Certainly her favorite trouble maker heard her.  And if not... well enough people have.  He'll get the message if he's around.

LATER...

Later on in the day whether she was successful or not in her search she's been once again left to her own devices.  And her own devices have lead her to an area full of food stalls.  Full of so many amazing things she's never seen or smelled before.  She has a healthy appetite but even a goddess only has so much room.

So she flags someone over, "Hey! What's the best thing here to try?"

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((Not quite who you were looking for, but!))

[coldsong]

The moment she starts yelling, a head pops up, peering around a cafe umbrella with the air of someone who's not yet fully committed to being spotted. The face is pale-skinned, eyes bluish-green, and dark, slicked-back hair frames it. After a long moment of suspicious staring, the owner of said face emerges. He's an adult, quite tall, and the manner of clothing he wears is not entirely unlike the Aesir, except that he's wearing black Midgardian jeans rather than more traditional trousers or kilt. The man approaches, now looking bemused, bows slightly, and says:

"I don't believe we've met, but that's my name you're bellowing across the Nexus. Granted, I don't have sole rights to it here, but I do feel obligated to answer to it regardless."

He weighs his options, torn between 'can I help you' and 'excuse me what the fuck' and settles for somewhere in the middle ground. "Let me guess. The Loki you're looking for is young, closer to your apparent age, with reddish hair?"

((LOL Well she wasn't specific!))

[thundergirl]

See? Sometimes the best solution to a problem is to just be loud about it. Granted her search hasn't come to an end yet but it's certainly producing results far quicker then if she'd just kept wandering around aimlessly.

Granted she wasn't expecting to net someone else with the name Loki. It's a pretty weird name! Kind of unique. But hey, people are allowed to have the same name. And it sounds like this one might be familiar with the one she's looking for.

She nods at his words.

"Yep, reddish hair. He's kinda scrawny and has this face that looks like he's pretty much always up to something," she further clarifies. It's all out of love of course. Dumb kid just has a knack for being endearing, "You know him?"

[coldsong]

Aha! Well, the last person to show up squawking about Atreus-Loki was clearly not a friend. This one seems to be; he knows that kind of friendly disparagement well. Thoroughly amused, he has to glance away to stifle a laugh, nodding. "Indeed. I consider him semi-related to myself, since we're both Lokis. I haven't seen him for several weeks, I'm afraid, but he was well last I saw him."

"I can't guarantee he's not responsible for you finding yourself here; we have a way of doing that sort of thing to people. But it's equally likely you stumbled in out of pure chance."

"Since you are here, dare I ask your name? You're of the Aesir, I think, judging from how well-armed you appear to be."

[thundergirl]

Her and the Loki she knows are honestly great friends. He's a little shifty, sure, but he's fun and they make a perfect team on the battlefield! He's one of the few that never treated like a little Aesir princess that needed to be smothered and protected. Granted, she IS an Aesir princess but the other bits are very untrue.

"He does have a pet wolf that can tear holes through to the other realms SO," she shrugs and lets Big(?) Loki fill in the blank there. He might not have anything to do with it (he doesn't, probably), but honestly its a really suspicious coincidence in her personal opinion.

"Oh, sorry. Thrud Thorsdottir," she sticks a hand out in greeting, "And you're right, I'm from Asgard."

[coldsong]

There have been times in his recent history where hearing Thorsdottir might have prompted a wince from Loki, or even a groan of despair and a roll of his eyes. Those times have passed, though; he's well and truly reconciled with his Thor, and the idea of him having offspring touches a sentimental cord he likes to pretend he doesn't have. He has to remind himself this girl is not from his universe and therefore not his niece, but it's a near thing, and the way he catches his breath before shaking her hand is not unlike the oh-my-how-you've-grown! gasp of a distant relative upon meeting someone they last saw as an infant.

"Thorsdottir," he repeats, gripping her wrist firmly (because obviously she can handle it). "Well, then. I should have guessed."

"...in the interest of full disclosure, in the realm I come from, Thor is my adopted brother. I'm aware such is not the case with your Loki, and that our Thors are rather different people, but...forgive me, this is a pleasant surprise."

Sooner or later he's going to wonder who her mother is, but that question can wait until he's sure whether it's a delicate topic or not. Besides, the mention of a dimension-piercing pet wolf prompts a belatedly raised eyebrow. "Now, that he didn't mention. Fenrir? Ours never did that, that I'm aware of."

[thundergirl]

"That's...neat? I guess it'd be nice if my dad had a brother who didn't suck and wasn't a creep, an asshole, or a weirdo," she pauses and then amends her statement, "Actually I'm guessing you're probably at least a little bit of a weirdo though."

Hopefully he's careful and doesn't grip too firm. She WILL see it as a personal challenge and the only person in the nine realms who can beat her at that one was her dad. Maybe Loki's dad too but she hasn't tried it with him.

"Yeah, his name's Fenrir. Used to be Garm but then..." she frowns and puts her hands on her hips wondering exactly how to explain this shit, Magic isn't really her forte and the whole situation revolves around it, "You'll have to get the whole story from him because it involves magic and his brand of magic seems to be convoluted and slap dash on purpose. But long story short we accidentally released Garm, literal giant soulless murderbeast with the ability to go anywhere in the nine realms to do murders. Loki somehow managed to pop the soul of his dead wolf pet in him. As I mentioned Garm was soulless and thus unoccupied. So poof! Murderbeast becomes instant good boy."

[coldsong]

He laughs. "Frankly, I'm a bit of an asshole as well. Which my brother will freely admit, I think."

He breathes in a quiet ahh as she explains the situation with Fenrir. Suddenly it makes perfect sense why the last newcomer from her world mentioned Garm. He can easily picture Loki--or himself, at the same age--releasing an immense wolf out of pity with a side of let's-see-what-happens. "Lucky thing that worked. The Fenrir from my world was...not really a monster, but certainly an intractable predatory creature. And he was never my pet, sadly. I always wanted a pet fox, really, but wolves are nice, too."

"On a semi-related note," he says. "Heimdall has been here. I don't know if he's still here. He did not seem interested in company of any sort, particularly the company of anyone named 'Loki'. But it's been weeks since I saw him."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Two pairs of wolfish-like ears pop up at the sight, Aal tilts her head curious in a canine manner. Cause ooh cool gear, and secondly. She rubs her right ear with a slight squint but still bemused, though wry look. "Augh, what did they do this time?" She asks half to clarify. There were several running about. Though her tone was a wee bit motherish, fond, and shades of tired.

As she gently rolls the stroller in front of her slightly back and forth in lieu of rocking her two wee lassies, As Papa Wolf is pulling their son out to keep him busy and not moving around and disturbing his sisters.

And though it wasn't one of the Thor's she ran into before there was something..Thorish about the lass. Which had her smiling slightly despite herself. Her own blonde laddies, are watching curiously but warm.

[thundergirl]

Thorish indeed, she definitely takes after her dad in more ways then one.

"This time?" she quirks an eyebrow and laughs. Sounds like she must be familiar. Loki seems to be the kinda guy that's always in state of actively being in trouble or about to get into it.

"He's got a pet wolf that can tear through to different worlds so I thought he might have been up to something that accidentally landed me here."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Aal can't help the slight wry cough as she tries not to chuckle but there's a slight fond smile despite herself. The 'youngest' that she's met so far at least was growing snuggly into the soft spot of her heart. Regardless of how he might feel about Motherly Hens. "Aye.." She tilts her head slightly diplomatically "Some are more prone toward certain sorts of trouble than others..Mischief seems to be their baseline..or at least seems to dog their heels."

Whether twas on purpose or not. She had a dear friend who tended to be a trouble magnet as well, though he was a detective. Not a full-blown Trickster with a capital T.

Two pairs of eyebrows went up at that..Though pet wolf wasn't overly surprising. The Mated pair in front of her gives her warm bemused smiles. "Oh?" "Does he now?"

Their eyes soften, "Portal-making wolf eh?" Aal murmurs softly, Wouldn't surprise her though, to be honest. "Ahem, I mean tis possible.." She murmurs half in thought and rubs her chin. Before blinking and offering her hand to shake. "Ahem, Pardon..Name's Aal by the way, Aalish SinClair," She tilts her head toward her hubby. "That's my Mister." She informs the lass warmly.

later option

[pirateangelbaby]

A pair of ravens perched on the lip of a nearby fountain rally to her call, responding in chorus in croaky deep voices. "Meat! Meat!"

Not all have the senses to see that they're more than mere ravens, but if Thrud is at all familiar with Odin's familiars, there's a similar sort of sense about them. Not identical, but maybe related. Certainly younger, if their enthusiasm for treats is any indication.

One of the birds flutters closer, hopping to the edge of an awning over a food stall advertising various kinds of barbecue, scented with strange alien spices. It cocks its head, fixing a beady eye on her curiously.