[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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[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Loki has that effect on a lot of people. :D

In any case, he's mostly happy to see Jormungandr. Aside from a bit of awkward -- he hasn't seen the snake in centuries. Well, to be fair, Loki hasn' seen anyone in centuries. He resolutely ignores the part of himself saying that and raises an eyebrow.]

No kidding. You never really had to do much talking, did you?

Well, it's never too late to learn! No son of mine's going to be caught lacking in the language department, not in a place like this.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr snarls slightly as the Mayfield memories start to push back again. They push back harder, and for a moment he finds himself blinking and wondering what's going on. Why does he have a headache? What was he talking about?]

What were we t-alking about?

[Why was it so hard to say that sound?]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Paternal instincts are pinging -- again, from the drone memories. He puts an arm around Jormungandr's shoulders and moves him towards a bench.]

[midgardserpent]

[The Mayfield memories are too strong now. He sits down on the bench, rubbing his head.]

...yeah. I don't... know what's going on...

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He takes out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes without even thinking about it. Loki's never done it before, but the motion feels practiced as he lights one, and offers another to Jormungandr. Might help calm the poor guy down.]

[midgardserpent]

I wasss planning on going with my family.

[He stares at the cigarettes. For a moment, he can't remember whether he smokes or not. He tentatively reaches out to take one and stares at it, uncertain of what to do with it.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[Wait. No. He doesn't even know Jormungandr's family. And what on earth is he going to do with this burning stick of paper? Loki stares at it, just as confused.]

[midgardserpent]

...right.

[Why is everything so confusing today? He's starting to wonder if he even knows who he is.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

And once everything's back to normal, you and I can talk.

...that is, if you'll be able to talk.

[midgardserpent]

[The snake peers at his father and shrugs.]

No...No-t mu-ch.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[midgardserpent]

[He hisses once more and is gone. The mostly-drone blinks, confused again.]

I think maybe I should go home.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

I'll walk you back. Where do you live?

[midgardserpent]

[He looks at Loki in surprise. Doesn't he know? But he answers anyway.]

839 Hastings Boulevard. You knew that.

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

...

[midgardserpent]

[He stands. It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but once he does he looks in the direction of home. Something in him wants to make a comeback to Loki's comment, but another part keeps him from doing so and he stays silent.]

[putmeinstitches.livejournal.com]

[He slings an arm around Jormungandr's shoulders in a paternal way and starts walking toward Jormy's home.

THIS IS WEIRD.]

[midgardserpent]

[YEAH IT IS though Jormungandr of course doesn't know exactly why it's weird. It's normal, right?

Right?]