Who: Korg, Valkyrie, Loki What: the universe threw a kink in Asgard's building plans. When: Presently Rating: Green.
It was time. The weather was fair enough to begin breaking ground for New Asgard.
Loki pathed to fetch their very stolenincredibly borrowed and very hidden pirate ship (courtesy of a weekend heist in Contraxia that he and Valkyrie went on last year). Being the capable pilot he was, the ship arrived without issue in New York with a cloaking spell entact. He picked up Korg and Valkyrie on the roof for a trip to the build site, and off they went to do one last check over supplies before the building started the next morning.
After landing the ship and guiding everyone inside the energy shield they would be building under, he blinked profusely and then squinted a lot.
The area looked to be devoid of building supplies.
"Uh oh," Korg said, looking around. "This the spot?"
"Of course it is," Loki replied, more than a little peevishly. "If it wasn't, there wouldn't be shielding over it, you...!"
Before he could finish calling Korg a pebble-brained imbecile, Loki kicked at a nearby pointy rock. A rock that didn't budge, causing him to stagger back in pain and bounce in place on one leg.
"Ouch. That looked like it hur-....hey, man! It's our building stuff! We solved the mystery!" Korg moved to pick up the stone block to try to pull it out, but his heavy feet sunk deep into the gritty wet silt. "Uh oh."
A now less bouncy Loki watched in mute horror, as Korg slowly started getting shorter.
"No worries. Occupational hazard," the Kronan said, lifting his legs like this wasn't his first battle with sinking in place. Once free, he began backing up until he was standing near them by the dome's entrance, at the very edge of where they were going to build a place to live. He picked at a nearly shedded rock and threw it far into the middle of the area, in what was supposed to be the town square.
That rock landed with a sickening squelch and promptly sank into what was tantamount as quicksand.
"This is a bad foundation to build a home for all peoples on," Korg said. "Bay's gone smushy and looks like the tide's been creepin' into it. It'll take months to dig out without stuff trying to sink in more, and then to shore up. Not to mention buildin' a wall to keep the waters out. They give us another place? Like a plan B?"
"...damn." That deftly covered Loki's thoughts on the entire matter, including the fact that they had no alternative locations to build in. He looked over at Valkyrie, at a loss as he explained. "Thor and I spent over two months gathering all of this, and he transported it here using Stormbreaker. That was around Jane's illnesses. All so we didn't have to owe anything further to Stark, or put a burden on our Norse hosts."
"Bummer," said Korg. "Looks like we're all a bit pooched, eh?"
Loki rolled his eyes a little skyward and said a silent prayer to the Norns to weave him a little patience.
While Loki had the eye rolling covered, that led the task of nose bridge pinching to Val, and she did just that as she thought for a moment.
“I suppose it’s too hopeful to ask if there is a way to magic all of our things out and make that solid as rock?” She paused. “Rocks that don’t talk or shed?” she finished, opening her eyes and winking at Korg before turning to Loki with her eyebrows raised.
Loki tilted his head back and looked over at Brunn with an expression of uncertainty. An expression that turned instantly sour when Korg spoke up.
"Oh you see, with the water coming in, it'll go all shifty again over time," the Kronan was saying. "Even if we mortar and magic the top, or it refreezes, eventually this'll be happening deeper. Unless he's got some magical twinkle powers to keep using on it, all of the time? This'll keep shifting or washing out. It's not at as firm as it was before. Weird!"
Loki groaned like he was in pain, and turned to confer with Valkyrie.
"I could use magic to try to pull things out, but where would we put it all afterward?" he said, not mentioning how taxing that would be on him or anyone to magically lift out those heavy loads. He was relatively certain Thor couldn't use Stormbreaker to transport what he couldn't put his hands on or stand near, on a surface. And asking Strange? It was likely that the portals would pick up just as much mulch and leave gaping holes everywhere after.
Loki gestured to the area saying, "We're lucky we're standing on a patch that's not had the permafrost washed out from under us. And this is what we were allocated in our agreement."
"Pooched," Korg said with a sigh, after throwing more of his shedded rocks into the area with the same result. "Back to the X-boxes, I guess!"
“Korg if you so much as breathe in the general direction of the Xbox before we have this figured out I will turn you into gravel and throw you on a road.” She shot a warning look at their companion before sighing. “So, they gave us a shit piece of land. Are we sure this was not done on purpose?”
Korg pursed his pebbly lips a little and looked to be contemplating the horizon.
"I don't think so," Lok replied. "They were terribly keen to be in Thor's good graces. I think it's a twist of fate, and not in our favor. That's all."
Loki took out his phone and began tapping out a message to their government contact in Oslo, along with taking a few photos to send along as attachments. As he waited for a response, he sighed listlessly.
"...never going to get out of that wretched city," he grumbled under his breath.
"Oh c'mon, man. Don't say that. We'll build somewhere else and move the xboxes there. Right?" Korg looked hopefully at Valkyrie for help. "We do get to take the box full of games there too, I hope. Maybe score some free cable."
"We're taking the Stations of Play. They are superior," said Loki, who has opinions about everything, even the console wars. He ignored Korg's shocked gasp at slighting the beloved xbox. "I hope neither of you will think I'm overstepping bounds by contacting them before consulting Thor. I'm reluctant to deliver bad news without some alternative in place, considering...the current state of things. And after negotiating the treaty under an assumed name, I had the government contact information. In case of any issues."
He glanced worriedly over at Valkyrie to see what she thought, or if she would object. Thor was already dealing with Jane's illness while trying to keep up with everything, and wasn't much for socializing as of late. He knew it worried them both deeply. Valkyrie's mood had been grim when Thor seemed reluctant to drink with her.
“I prefer the Xbox too, for the record,” she said, eyeing them both before her eyes settled on Loki. “I still think it’s suspicious that this giant sinkhole just happens to be in the location they gave us. But I’ll assume they are not complete idiots because only fools would slight us in such a way.”
She spun in a circle as if looking at different things might help before sighing.
“At least text Thor as well so he is kept informed. The last thing we want is word getting back to him of another way and him thinking we are keeping things from him for nefarious reasons.”
"Heathens," Loki said about the consoles, right before his phone pinged and he read it with a wince. "Too late. They said this is likely due to a change in climate, and they will send scientists to investigate. They have another solution they can line up. A historical fishing settlement with few caregivers living on site that can be relocated. It is rustic. What is that to mean? Off the trodden path?"
He looked at them both, unsure.
"I'll talk to Thor," he said, "before responding with his decision."
Her brow furrowed as she stepped closer to him. “Rustic is… I suppose that fits it? I have never heard that word used outside of describing food…” She trailed off as she thought about the various food network shows before snapping her attention back to Loki. “Very well… I think that is wise. Do you think there is any way we can salvage… anything?” She raised her arm and made a sweeping gesture towards where their things should have been. “Even small things would help.”
Loki nodded and looked around, at a loss. "We could try. Korg?"
"Maybe a beam or two. Got a shovel?"
"He's asked for the one thing I do not keep in my dimensional pocket," Loki told Valkyrie. "Let us return. I'll talk to Thor."
There was no other choice than to consider their options, and let Thor render a decision.