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James looked at his watch and silently cursed his siblings under his breath.

Sharing a room with two other boys wasn't easy, especially when he was supposed to wake up early. James naturally was an early riser, but that extra hour in the morning was vital to getting prepared for his first meeting with everyone. Light shirt or dark shirt? He had debated with himself. The unnaturally light tone of his skin would stick out no matter what, but at least he wouldn't look too pretentious wearing all white. Nodding to himself, he had chosen a darker shade of clothing to throw on, before grabbing a bagel off his kitchen counter and running out the door.

The building of the facility was intimidating. James ignored the nervous knaw at the pit of his stomach as he strode through the halls, only stopping at the reception desk to ask for directions. A short thank you and a few strides later and he was entering the meeting room. He clenched his jaw when he saw everyone already beginning to socialize, and stood up a little straighter. Everything seemed pretty relaxed, and for that James was grateful. In the end, he just decided to sit down next to some beefy looking guy, Mikhail, and twiddled his thumbs a bit.
Hearing Loki's anguish made Thor's heart tremble and visibly wince behind the door. "Brother.." He began but faltered right there. He opened the door slowly, almost not wanting to come in. The sight before him made the warrior's breath catch in his throat. He stumbled clumsily over his own feet in his mad dash over to his brother. He couldn't even look Loki in the eye as he wrapped his beefy arms around his small brother gingerly, afraid he would break him even more.

"Brother.." He began his speech again, "I would have released you from your prison if I was able to...I'm so sorry. No, mother's death is in no way your fault. At best...its mine..and our father's. She died protecting her land, it was a noble death...but that doesn't cause it to hurt any less I know." He finished by holding Loki a bit tighter, hoping to provide some sort of comfort.
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Fiers watched in astonishment as his wounds seems to dissapear before his eyes. "Why all the...blue?" He asked, gesturing to the mages robe and hair. "It's not bad..I was just curious...thank you." He said at last, looking at his now healed wounds.
Don't worry about it, I understand how busy life is. C:
Fiers nodded and turned to follow the Mage. "I can see that," He said, grunting a bit as he lagged behind the blue haired man. At the request, Fiers nodded and began peeling back the layers of his heavy leather Knight uniform until he was down to a ruined white shirt. There were lacerations that ran horizontally from his naval to his lower back, and a puncture wound in his shoulder that continued to bleed sluggishly ever now and then. "May I ask something mister..." Fiers asked, not yet knowing the mage's name.
Over the years he had learned to express more emotions than happiness and anger with the help of a special scientist on Midgard. Love and understanding had become familiar emotions during his adventures in Midgard, but recently it was sadness that consumed him. He was sad that his brother had been locked away...and now he was sad for his mothers passing, but he kept in mind that he was still a warrior. Yes, he would grieve and feel the pain of her loss, but he was capable of moving on.

Thor knew from a young age that Loki was Frigga's favorite son. He never resented either of them for it though. After all, Loki was always thirsty for knowledge while Thor craved battle. Frigga had passed down her immense knowledge to Loki, and Odin passed down battle training to Thor. He knew Friggas death would not settle well with Loki.

Hearing that Loki had been let out of prison was the best news he had since his mother's death, and he rushed to see his brother as soon as possible. Sure, Loki had been let out, but guards stood at his brother's door still. Understanding Asgard's unease about letting his brother free so soon after the death of their queen, Thor simply nodded towards the guards and strode past them to stand at the closed door. He knocked on the door, careful to not break it down. "Brother, I hear father has given the order to set you free...come brother, let us walk." He spoke with his booming voice.
"I'm afraid it wasn't a request," He said, frowning at the centaur. After battling with death he really wasn't in the mood for a resisting city. He stepped beside the mag end approached the centaur defiantly. "I suggest you follow a Coars order unless you-ugh.." He said, swaying as a bolt of pain shot through his body. "You and your goddamned creatures..." He complaint, clutching his side.

After a short mental debate, Fiers turned away from the centaur and faced the Mage slowly. "I think...I will take you up on your offer, and we will discuss the date of this city afterwards." He attempted to straighten himself up, but only managed to cause himself more pain.
Definitely interested if this is still open.
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