[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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AWWW SO SWEET <3

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[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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[Wait. Son. Jormungandr. That's right. This person has the same name as one of Angrboda's three, but he's not the same.

Loki's taken aback by the shaking, and stares at Jormy like the man's gone nuts.]

No, you're not. You've got the same name, but you can't be the Jormungandr I know. You've got too many legs, for one thing, and your tongue's too short.

[midgardserpent]

[Yes yes, it's impossible he knows that. Of all people he should know exactly how impossible it is.

Unfortunately, fighting back against the droning is sapping him of communication abilities again. Damn it all.]

Yess. Me. Sson.

[Fuck this town how can he make him see?]

...T-own. [Damn that sound why is that sound so hard.] Me. Human. [He spits the word out in disgust. Then he grimaces as the droning pushes back again and he lets go of Loki's shoulders to clutch at his own head once more.]

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[Loki stares.]

You're telling me...that you're the Midgard serpent?

You're the Jormungandr I raised in a cave with Angrboda?

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[Finally. He glares at Loki with a frustrated stare, still clutching at his head.]

Yesss!

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[....oh.]

Then why didn't you say so before?!

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[...fuck him. Jormungandr wants to strangle him right now.]

T-alking. Could no-t. Ssstill... have. Probelmss.

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[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?]

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

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[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...

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[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.]

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[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.]

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

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

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[The snake peers at his father and shrugs.]

No...No-t mu-ch.

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