Following A Lunch

[st_abilitylost]

Connor stared at the swinging doors leading to the diner and through the ocular conjoined windows where glossy red stools and patches of sunlight were visible through. Contemplating a decision mid-execution wasn't something he usually did. Routes were planned in advance and adjusted on the fly based on new information, but he'd run across no one since his first morning at the inn. Instead, he was stuck in a self-defeating loop. All attempts to communicate with Cyberlife or even access the world wide net were unsuccessful each and every time. Even entering stasis resulted in nothing--Amanda wasn't even present in the virtual garden. Connor had opened his eyes to his designated room of pastels from a lifeless, frozen hellscape and felt no better for it. But while he still functioned, he could still investigate on foot. Gather testimonials. Seek other residents for advice.

Really, that was the only thing left.

Finally passing through the threshold, Connor took a quick stock of the diner and deemed it no different from any other--no hidden cameras or bugs. At the sight of the first body--a cook and presumably a human (though he'd learned not to assume)--Connor approached the counter. "Hello."

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[st_ormbreaker]

"Loki?" Thor frowns slightly. "Did he mention me, or do you know us from the myths?"

[st_abilitylost]

"He did not mention you. I inferred." Without looking, the coin fell right into the little keyhole created by Connor's thumb and forefinger. "Besides your status as mythological beings, you both are popular figures in comic books, cartoons, and movies."

[st_ormbreaker]

"That popular, hm?" It takes all of Thor's self-control not to reach out and catch the coin. "I'm pretty popular back home, too."

[st_abilitylost]

“Rather popular, though the Star Spangled General and Loki had more media presence.” Launching the coin up again, it landed on its side and rolled along the edge of his finger.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor hums. "Doesn't surprise me. Was my hair longer than it is now?"

Thor, asking the important questions.

[st_abilitylost]

“In most depictions, yes, barring the one where your fiancée cuts it off you sap you of your powers.” The coin rested on the peak of his knuckle, holding his arm effortlessly still.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor squints slightly at that. "Permanently?" he asks. Then, the more important question: "Who was my fiancee?"

[st_abilitylost]

“No, not permanently. She was a human woman who sought your might for herself.” For whatever reason he was programmed with a knowledge of different subcultures, it was useful now. “She had a redemption arc later on and married one of your teammates.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Jane?" Thor feels a completely irrational tinge of jealousy. "Which one?"

[st_abilitylost]

“Janet.” Despite Thor’s growing indignation, Connor carried on—questions deserved answers. “Steel Shield.”

[st_ormbreaker]

"Steel Shield?"

Thor hopes that's not who he thinks it is.

[st_abilitylost]

“A business magnate who traveled through time and built an impenetrable suit during a polar shift.” Superhero origin stories were truly ridiculous, but the human imagination knew no bounds.

[st_ormbreaker]

It was.

"Tony Stark?" he asks, looking to Connor for confirmation.

[st_abilitylost]

"Tobias Sharpe." Connor idly rolled the coin to balancing on his alternating fingertips. None of what they spoke of today was bringing Thor any peace, but Connor wasn't programmed to lie unless necessary. "I wouldn't take it personally. The character has had numerous affairs."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor has no idea why this matters to him so much, but it does.

"Was she another one of his affairs?"

Thor can't decide what answer would be worse.

[st_abilitylost]

"Considering they married in that storyline, yes. Though I believe it ended with Sharpe in a coma as a set up to some greater plot and the marriage terminated." Considering the response he was getting, perhaps this was a bit too on the nose.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's frown deepens. He doesn't say anything, just drains his glass of water and wordlessly fills it up again.

Thor drinks half of it in one go.

"In any case, the Thor you know is different from the Thor I am." He sets the glass down with an audible sound.

[st_abilitylost]

"You exist. For one." Connor winked, cinching his coin in his palm.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I do," Thor confirms, watching Connor's hand. "Do you find it strange that I exist?" Plenty of people had when he first showed up on Earth, but now they simply accepted it.

[st_abilitylost]

Before long, his coin was back in the air. "Do you find it strange that I exist?" Connor replied, electing for the vague, coy approach. It was worth seeing how he responded.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I am very old and I have seen many things," he says. "I'm not altogether surprised by your existence or disturbed by it." Not in the same way he had been disturbed by Tony's AI, in any case -- but that was an entirely different matter altogether.

[st_abilitylost]

"I'm several months old, if you will, but I have an aggregate of knowledge as it may pertain to my mission." Connor toyed with the coin between his thumb and forefinger, satisfied with his calibration process. "That being said, it is reassuring to know I'm not in the presence of an antagonistic deity."

[st_ormbreaker]

"Is pop culture knowledge pertinent to your mission?" Thor asks lightly.

[st_abilitylost]

"You won't know you need something until you need it." Connor slipped the coin back into his breast pocket. "Do you have any more questions, Mr. Odinson?"

[st_ormbreaker]

"What's with the coin?" he asks, directing a finger towards Connor's breast pocket. It's been the biggest mystery of this entire conversation.