Who: Thor and Loki (+OPEN to Rose Wilson) NPCs: Eira Where: Rose Wilson's apartment When: 5/6 (backdate) What: Loki has something that's not his, and Thor wants it back. And stumbles into something bigger while he's at it. Rating: Given all parties involved...high.
Blake really couldn't say he knew what was happening. One minute he was leaving the hospital, the next he was turning in the opposite direction of home and staring intently at what amounted to the wall of a building, frowning. There was something in that direction: he couldn't say it was a hunger, exactly, or a headache, just a need to go there because there was something he needed to do.
There were just buildings in the way. He growled to himself, and wished he could just fly up and over them, take the direct route. Instead, he was left trying to find his way back west when he went too far north, the call twined through him like a compass's needle, or a magnet pulled back to its source. Perhaps that was the best description of the impulse; it was something between a pull and a taste that followed a smell, but with the need to go straight there that made him very unhappy when he had to veer from his course.
As he could feel himself drawing closer, it started to make more sense, and the fog fell away in the face of the storm. Even Thor couldn't say why the pendant was important; it was not Mjolnir. It was conceivably a chip of his hammer, if Uru could be chipped, but that would explain why it called to him to come and reclaim what was his. He just couldn't remember why he'd been left with only a chip when the full hammer should be his to hand.
Annoyed at himself and at the thief, the rest of the distance fell away and the buildings - even the one he entered, the one that he just knew held what he needed - turned to hazy, irrelevant blurs in the face of his wrath. The elevators were far too slow, and his steps were long on the stairs. The numbers of levels and finally of doors meant nothing; he was hammering down the door and barging in, looking around the apartment not for its decor, but for the thing that was stolen by... "Loki," he growled, and his hand itched to summon the hammer. "What hath thou done?"