[Second] Backdated to the Fourth of July, 75% droned

[midgardserpent]

Jormungandr had been going through the whole day feeling like he was forgetting something incredibly important. His conversations with his wife and children had felt hollow and forced, almost unreal. He tripped over words at unexpected moments for little to know reason...

...and then he would be confronted with images of the ocean, a sense of immense vastness, and an immediate wrongness to... well, everything.

So, in the late afternoon, with still plenty of time before any barbeques or fireworks, he decided to go for a walk. Clear his head. Knock some sense into himself.

And so, on July Fourth, Jormungandr can be found roaming the town, perhaps with a look of vague confusion on his face.

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[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

[midgardserpent]

[He doesn't notice her. He's lost in thought, trying to place his finger on exactly what's wrong. So far he's been unsuccessful.]

[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

Good afternoon.

[midgardserpent]

[He's surprised. First of all that she's talking to him... as he can recall, they usually attempt to avoid each other. Too many memories, perhaps.

And... also she's talking to him. He can't quite reason why this is odd. Should it be? It's just one more strange thing that has made today so... off-putting.]

...Hello.

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[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Lilly is feeling quite out of it herself. Not because she's having any problems, oh heavens no. It's because she's too dense to realize what exactly is going on. She took to the streets in an effort to clear her head, but seeing a man with a distressed look upon his face is enough to make her stop.]

Is everything alright, sir?

[midgardserpent]

[He stops. Does he know her? On the one hand he knows he does, he's lived in this town his whole life, he should know everyone, but on the other the depths of the ocean whisper to him lies lies and he can't even tell.

He opens his mouth to reply but suddenly he doesn't know how. He shuts his mouth again, frowns, and tries once more.]

I... I'm not. Really sssure.

[Why did he hiss out that s sound? That was unnecessary.]

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

[Lilly stares for a moment, then shakes her head and speaks with certainty. It makes perfect sense to her.]

If you're not sure, then you've either forgotten something or there is. This entire town has been strange today, hasn't it?

[midgardserpent]

[Yes, it has been strange. It's been far too strange in a way that Jormungandr can't put into words.

But he can't put it into words not only because it's indescribable, but because he's having trouble speaking at all.]

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Lilly waits for a response, but quickly grows impatient when she doesn't get one. That only means she steps closer, though.]

Did you hear me? I asked you a question.

[midgardserpent]

[He composes himself and manages to reply.]

I heard you. Yess, it hass been sstrange.

[Once again he finds himself holding those s sounds a little too long. He grimaces at it, forcing himself under control.]

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Lilly is still completely perplexed. She can't tell if this man is dense, panicked, or just...in some sort of pain. She gives him a long look, and then speaks again.]

Do you need assistance getting to a doctor?

[midgardserpent]

[He looks at her, thoroughly unimpressed.]

No. I do not.

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

If you insist.

[She taps her foot impatiently. That hissing sound doesn't phase her in the slightest, and since he's responding to her, that clearly means he's interested in conversing.]

It's the strangest thing. It almost seems as if people are losing their minds today. It's a relief to speak with someone relatively normal, since I'm positive evil is lurking just around any corner. I just have to find it...

[midgardserpent]

[That's... a strange thing to say. Especially since he hasn't felt sure of himself all day.]

...losing their minds?

[He didn't hiss. Thank god.]

[how-right-i-am.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's like the people I know can't even make up their own minds about their personalities. One moment, they're acting like drones, and the next, I'm being told something about home. I don't think it's just a prank.

We're both lucky not to be affected.

SORRY THIS IS THE LATEST THING EVER TO BE BACKDATED. well not quite but still, LAAAATE. Also,50%

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Loki's not on his skates today. He's walking. He knows he's got to be back home in time to take his wife and children (but they're not, he remembers his real wife and children, and they're not it) to Wes's barbecue, but he's got to get some space.

He's had two sets of memories in his head all day. Loki thinks he knows which one is real...but the others feel so vivid.

He sees Jormungandr, and a flash of memory stirs -- that's the kid Loki took under wing about ten years ago. Showed him the ropes, you know, how to thrive in a place like Mayfield. Jormy's practically family.

But he also remembers. I had a son named Jormungandr.

Loki hails him as the mentor.]

THAT IS OKAY. A TAG FROM YOU IS ALWAYS WELCOME.

[midgardserpent]

[Loki Laufeyjarson, used car salesman, practically a father figure...

Wait. Father. Was that... no, that couldn't mean anything. But the deep ocean lurking in the back of his head whispers that it does but why should the ocean be whispering? And why to him?

Nevertheless, when Loki says hello, he manages a nod and a greeting.]

Hello, L... Loki. [why was that so hard to say? Why is everything so hard to say?] I just... needed a walk.

AWWW SO SWEET <3

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Wait. This is the guy who wasn't talking to him before. Loki's met him in the other set of memories.

His name is Jormungandr. That's the name of Loki's son. A son who definitely wouldn't walk, and the idea amuses Loki -- the part of Loki that's a god, that is. He can't help but laugh.

...wait, that laugh was rude, and came out of nowhere.]

Something about what you just said was...funny to me.

YOU KNOW I LOVE YA BABE

[midgardserpent]

[He's quiet. By all rights he should get angry about being laughed at, or at least curious, but some part of him thinks he should know why and understand the joke. He... honestly doesn't know how to respond.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Jormungandr. Going for a walk. The snake. Loki's god-memories are rising to the surface.]

What has you so talkative now? The first time we met here, you wouldn't say a word. I remembered you because...you have the same name as one of my sons.

[midgardserpent]

[This isn't right. What he's saying... it doesn't make sense.

But it does at the same time. What is going on?]

...sssons?

[...oh no he hissed again. He's been doing that all day and he can't figure out why.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Now see, that`s funny too. Jormungandr hissing.]

Ha ha, you sounded almost like him for a second there. Jormungandr--my son, Jormungandr--is a snake.

[Is he? No, that can`t be right, Jormungandr is his protege, the one Loki`s been teaching how to fleece rich cats.

(...wait, that turn of phrase doesn`t even make any sense, cats didn`t have fleece, and even if they did, what would that have to do with cars?)

[midgardserpent]

[Something in the back of his mind practically roars at him, telling him to listen, listen. This place is wrong what your memories are telling you is wrong, you are not what the town tells you you are.

The Mayfield memories falter for a second, and Jormungnadr growls softly and clutches at his head. He's getting a headache.

But... that's right, Loki still doesn't get that the son he's talking about and the man standing before him are the same person. Wait, is that right... no, it can't be right... but it is right, and dammit Jormungandr is going to remember if it kills him.]

...Me.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[There's a flash of concern on Loki's face, the emotion stemming from his Mayfield memories about Jormungandr.]

[midgardserpent]

[He's struggling against the droning right now, but dammit he is going to make Loki understand. He grabs Loki by the shoulders and insists in a low growl punctuated by hisses.]

Ssson. Me.