loki laufeyson (toberuled) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-02-27 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | hulk, loki |
Who: Louis and Anton
What: Louis drops in. Literally.
Where: Bruce's warehouse (Marvel Door)
When: After his narrative, before going to Flash and Gwen's apartment.
Warnings/Rating: None!
Louis just managed to grab the edge of the table in his path as momentum let him go before hitting it. The table cracked from the impact of his hands. His eyes widened - the table was of sturdy make, and there was no way on earth he ought to have been able to do it any damage - and then dropped slowly to the floor. Behind him, the portal rumbled, cracked, and snapped shut, leaving nothing behind but the sharp scent of ozone in the air.
He wore Loki’s usual worked leather armor, without the gold plate overtop, which he didn’t even seem to have noticed. And Louis cast his eyes around for Anton like a drowning man.
Anton was not quite sure what was happening but he had a pretty good sense that if he turned into the Hulk at any point while he was stuck in Bruce Banner’s world that his heart would actually explode right in his chest. So he was trying to avoid that as much as possible.
Which is why he rather hoped that when Louis showed up he would be able to calm down at least a bit and they’d all survive this just fine. Real men were not meant to be in comic book land. Everyone knew that. When Louis finally did show up in the warehouse Anton hurried over to where the commotion had been - seriously did his friend just portal travel here? He knelt down on the floor where Louis had dropped himself. He put his hands on his shoulders and tried to help him up. “Alright there?” he asked concern all over his face. He wasn’t sure that had been the wisest way to travel on his first go.
"I'm fine," Louis said. He sounded a little distant, and he looked it too. That feeling of wrongness was still there, as was the continuing crackle and fire of magic under the skin. He tried to keep a lid on it, but it was harder not to think about it now that he'd used it once.
He stood with Anton's help and looked him over. "Are you?" Louis asked, just as worried about Anton as his friend was about him. He knew what it must mean if Anton was Bruce Banner on this side, and his time of things couldn't be any easier than Louis's. Louis looked as he always did, no older, but he felt the age of centuries nonetheless, the knowledge at his fingertips that could only have come from long years of isolated study. The only marked difference was in his eyes - they were green,and in the intensity of his stare there was the weight, not just of years, but of energy under the surface. Then the green faded out into his usual slate blue, as he flush of energies he'd called on to get there dissipated.
Anton kept his hand on Louis’s shoulder to steady one or the both of them or maybe even just himself after everything that had happened. He was pretty used to pushing things down so he could look after other people. A lifetime of being an ass about other people’s feelings had done a complete 180 and Anton didn’t spend a lot of time worrying about himself. But this was a little different. The Hulk couldn’t be pushed away when he was rampaging in Anton’s mind on the other side, he somehow doubted he would be easier to control here. He was starting to think the migraines he got from the big green dude were preferable.
“I think so, I’m a little rattled. And my only friend just portal jumped from a building into a science warehouse, strange day. Do you need some water or something?” he asked curiously no idea what so ever on how one would treat portal jumping side effects.
"No," Louis said, a little hoarsely. "No, I'm fine." He looked around at the lab, and felt a vague, also frightening flicker of excitement. He shouldn't be excited. He had to keep all of this in perspective. He couldn't get too comfortable with this, or be too pleased with what he'd just done.
Louis lightly touched Anton's hand to reassure him before moving away from him, along the lab tables, looking at the equipment. "Didn't Loki give him something for the...Hulk?" he asked. He'd almost referred to it as 'beast', which, while accurate, felt strange on the tongue. "Something to help keep it in check. If you know where it is, you can use it, if it gets out of control." And with the mention of that potion came a memory of what it had looked like, the bottle, the ingredients that had gone into it, items from far flung parts of this planet and a few others that he knew where to find and when, at just the right moment, when the sun was correct, and how long to dry the roots, and how quickly to pulverise them together and flash them in flame. He shook his head, sharply, as if trying to clear his vision. "I feel...very strange," he said, casting his eyes back toward Anton. He was unsure, and he was still afraid, but he was worried, too, for his friend. And Sam - he remembered Sam, suddenly, then. He had to check to be sure she was alright once he was satisfied that Anton was safe. Neil had been strange, so strange, and it was still difficult to put his finger on why, still so hard to get his thoughts into order.
Anton was appeased for the time being. Louis was up and walking around at the very least, maybe it wasn’t as bad as it looked. He could tell something was a little off - but he was more than a little off himself so he took it in stride.
He nodded his head, but shrugged slightly as he did so, “Yes, I have a feeling Bruce is saving it for a rainy day - I don’t know what it is or what it does - but he didn’t throw it out so I don’t want to mess with it.”
"I don't know if you should or not," Louis said, and it was obvious that he didn't know whether to trust himself, trust his own instincts, trust anything Loki had made. He knew what had gone into the thing, and what it might do, but the results on Anton were bound to be unpredictable. He looked strangely at home in Loki's armor, standing there in the midst of the lab. In fact, he didn't even seem to have noticed he was wearing it. "I don't know whether to stay or go, either," he confessed. "I don't want to think about the sort of damage he might attempt to do if I let him through to Las Vegas." In the end, he might not have a choice, if the door spit him out. Or would he? Perhaps he could simply take hold of Loki and walk him straight back in, as Loki had done so many times to him. Things were different now, weren't they? The idea gave him an odd thrill.
“I’m leaning towards not - I’ve got enough health problems looming and if I die here because of magic potions my daughter is going to kill me and then her father will bring me back and kill me again,” he was watching Louis casually, but carefully, trying to take stock of both of their situations. He was going to mention something about the craziness going on inside of his own head - but telling Louis that Bruce Banner was completely out of his gourd would likely earn him a look that said something like “Alien with a God Complex...” And no matter how busy Bruce’s brain was and how loud the Hulk was, Louis won this round.
“If you leave do you want me to come with you? Maybe Bruce can strong arm him back through the door?”
Louis shook his head. "Thank you, but I can't. Not yet. I have to look for Neil." That, at least, was a distinct goal that he could strive toward, something to take his mind on the encroaching distance and strangeness inside him. He paused, and looked up, raising a brow. "After I find him, though? We could go through then." Hopefully, since there was no telling what state Neil might be in, or even what kind of alter he'd inherited.
Anton nodded, “Understood, I’m not sure of anyone on this side of the door at all - I’m afraid I haven’t been paying as close attention as I should. Though I didn’t anticipate ever being in this situation,” he said running his hand through his hair a bit nervously. “Absolutely - and let me know if you need any help finding your brother, I think it’s probably best for everyone if I stay here if I’m not being useful. I could easily get myself and Dr. Banner into trouble here I think.”
Louis frowned slightly. “I suppose that’s true.” He didn’t like the idea of Anton cooping himself up out of fear, but honestly, it was all too likely that he really should be doing the same himself. That wasn’t feasible now, though, not when trouble seemed to be approaching on the horizon. Later, he would go somewhere isolated, lonely and quiet, where he would be less tempted. Later. “Call for me if anything goes wrong,” he said. He could be here quickly, as his display had shown, and perhaps he could actually help Anton. Perhaps he could do some good with the power he’d been given. With a faint smile and a short nod, he left - on foot, this time.