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i'd lost the plot so bad

There were many strange doors within the Nexus and while Thor had become a bit more cautious about just pushing through, sometimes he forgot that very important detail. Today was one of those days. He had decided after a long morning of puttering around that he wished to explore and with Mjolnir in hand, set out to a door he had never touched before.

It seemed normal at first. It was a nondescript door that led to a nondescript place but after stepping over the threshold, Mjolnir became too heavy to wield. He had never experienced that except when he had been deemed unworthy but he had done nothing this time, nothing to render himself incapable of being a good man and a fine warrior.

Still, there was something irrevocably different and it was something that Thor could not fathom. He would have to leave the hammer behind? He had never been without it, save those weeks with Jane when he was unworthy of wielding it and now, it seemed, that had happened once again.

Beaten down, he trod back into the hotel. He did not want to be somewhere vulnerable, not without Mjolnir, and did not want anyone to know of his shame. Instead, he went to the bar to have a pint of ale and was surprised when the human ale seemed to affect him in a way it never had before. He had never been drunk before in the hotel and now, it seemed, he was well on his way there.

"I'll have another," he slurred, waving his tankard toward a server. "You'll bring me one more?"

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Olaf has been posing as bartender again when he'd gotten caught up by customers again. People drank far too much around this place. He peers up in time for the demand, but freezes in place because that 'oh, so not good, oh so bad' feeling prickles at the base of his spine and he instantly knows it's Baldr talking and not regular Olaf.

That usually happens around Thor.

Cautiously, he sets down a bottle of beer and looks around for the hammer, pleased that at least that's not in the mix right now. "I never thought I'd say this, but maybe you should sober up?"

"I wish to drink away my pain," Thor said. He was drunk enough that such a statement did not seem absurd though, really, it was a bit petulant. He imagined he was entitled to that upon losing his true identity and everything that made him Thor.

"I do not wish to be sober, Olaf."

Olaf finagles a few beers because he's not paying for any of them until someone forces him to, setting it down in front of Thor, even if he gives him a wary look. "I don't know if I can manage to sneak you enough beer to actually get you drunk. Most of the time, it's a challenge even for me, and I've just got a god spirit," he says.

"I am human," Thor said, a hint of disgust beneath his words. While there were advantages to being a mortal, it seemed like everything that made him who he was had been taken away in one instant. He had no choice in the matter. Had he been given a choice, Thor thought he might have chosen it eventually to be with Jane but to have it ripped away? It ached.

"I have lost the ability to wield Mjolnir and I feel...ancient."

Olaf isn't sure he really sees the issue, but then, Olaf isn't very good at sympathy when his own plight isn't at stake. If he's human, he has to age. He really hates ageing, but he doesn't have to do it, so at the moment, being human isn't so awful because he doesn't have to be.

"That happened to me once," he supplies, thinking of when Axl had stripped their powers. "I got old, too. Is that going to happen to you? Will you get all wrinkly and ancient?"

"I would hope that if it does, it occurs at a natural rate and not an accelerated one," Thor said. He had not prepared for that, having only just wrapped his mind around being human and it was not something he looked forward to experiencing.

"Do you have any experience with this? Is it Ragnarok? The signs have not been there..."

While Olaf has definitely had nightmares about Ragnarok, they usually start with the seas swirling and getting angry. "I was sort of expecting Jormungand, if this were Ragnarak," he admits with an apologetic shrug, and he definitely isn't gunning for that. "I'd probably have to head home and touch base with the family, but as far as I'm aware, this is normal god shit for us. When Axl got real sick, his powers started to weaken. Are you feeling feverish?"

"No, not particularly. I simply went through a door and then everything seemed to fade away. I have no real indication as to how this happened." It was frustrating to no end, especially since there was always the threat of Loki or others that might need to be stopped. What good was he, without Mjolnir? Without his strength?

"Has it happened to you since coming here?"

"Me? No," Olaf admits, "But I have wandered through a door and ended up with a rack," he says, using his hands to gesture to the size of him at the time in the chest area, and he'd actually enjoyed that bit, so it's not like he's really disappointed in the wild magic it had taken to do that. "Maybe it's just one of the doors playing a trick on you?" he suggests. "You could try finding it again."

That was something that Thor, in his despair, had not thought about previously. If it was merely a matter of encountering the door again, all would be well as soon as he went back through and regained his former self.

"A rack? I do not think I follow that particular way of phrasing things."

Sometimes, Olaf wonders whether the god spirit in him ever knows what he's talking about or whether it's just a lost cause. "Tits," he goes on, making the shape of his favourite sort of them with his hands. "Boobs? Breasts? Juggers," he continues, very seriously, like they're having an honest discussion that needs to come to a conclusion of Thor understanding.

"You have become a woman since being here? And back again?" Thor had not had that happen to him but it had happened to Steve a few times; it was not outside the realm of possibility that some day his own number might be up.

"Perhaps this is like that, then."

Olaf shrugs, like it's no big deal. "Axl turned into a woman for a few days and then back again," he says. "It's not really a big deal where I come from. I mean, it was sort of inconvenient to not be able to walk around shirtless without people freaking out, but the rest was pretty much normal."

"Enjoy it," he encourages. "Do something you can't do while you're a god."

"But what is there that I can do when I am not myself?" It was not something that had ever occurred to Thor, to embrace these changes. What could he do as a mortal that he could not do as a God?

"The only thing I am capable of is getting very, very drunk."

Olaf gives him a look that says it's not exactly a very bad thing. "What's so wrong with getting roaring drunk? If you're at it, why not throw in getting high? I promise, it's an experience that's definitely more fun when you're mortal. Much cheaper, too."

Thor arched a brow. "High? What do you mean?" This was not a term he was familiar with and he imagined it had nothing to do with flying, if it was something that a human could do that he, as an Asgardian, could not.

"Explain this."

Olaf is starting to think on Thor like a poor innocent baby lamb who definitely needs to be educated in the ways of the world, especially if he's never tried out LSD. "And here I thought Asgard was supposed to be an advanced civilization. If there's no drugs there, I'm really not looking forward to Axl finding his Frigg," he admits, leaning across the bar on his elbows.

"They're mood-altering things," he explains. "They make the world really, really awesome."

"Mood-altering? My mood could use altering," Thor said. He was upset about having lost what made him truly a son of Asgard and if these drugs could aid him in not feeling so miserable about it, he would be happy to take them. Besides, it was not often that something of Midgard affected him the same way it affected a human. Perhaps Olaf was right. Perhaps he should embrace it.

"I wish to try your drugs."

This was either going to be incredible or an incredibly bad idea and Olaf still isn't sure which it's going to be. Still, his eyes light up so bright, they're practically luminescent from space. Digging out a small baggie from his back pocket, he unearths a few pills and extends one on his fingertip to Thor. "Being mortal for the first time means you should take it easy. I've got a god spirit in me and I still don't push too far."

"This is premium shit," he promises. "Ingrid and I got it in Bali. She's Snotra," he offers, as if that matters.

"Bali? Where is that?" Thor asked skeptically, wondering how this small little thing could affect him. Several full glasses of beer, he could understand, and he was several pints in by this point. A small little pill like this? How could humans be so weak?

"This seems too small for someone of my size, human or not."

"It's a little piece of paradise close to New Zealand, where I'm from," Olaf explains, grinning as he thinks of his last trip and how he'd barely managed to get back. "And trust me, if you're as mortal as you say you are, then one little tab is going to be a bit more than I feel comfortable with. Let's make sure I don't kill the god of thunder."

Thor took the tab and waited for a moment, wondering if it would affect him at all.

"How quickly does it work normally?"

"If you've never done it before, I imagine it's going to hit you very, very fast," Olaf says, not laughing outwardly, but licking his lips in order to hide that laughter. "It'll be great," he promises. "I mean, you might be a little unhappy the morning after, but it'll be great until then."

There was a warmth that suffused him then, a feeling of contentment and happiness that Thor had never felt before. It felt like he could do anything and always heedless, he felt downright reckless.

"I think I can do anything, Olaf."

Olaf laughs and gives Thor a touch of a wary look. "Okay, well, let's avoid jumping out of trees and roofs while you're mortal. I do it sometimes and even with the rebirth, it's a bitch to live through," he promises, from experience. "You might feel invincible, but you're still mortal. Let's remember that."

"I feel immortal," Thor said, extending one hand and examining it thoroughly. It seemed to glow, in a way, and he wondered if this new heightened sensation was solely from the drug or if it was an effect of being human for the time being.

"How long does it last?"

"Depends," Olaf mumbles, digging out a joint so he can smoke up while he rides this high. "If you're used to it, like me, it runs out a lot faster than you want it to," he murmurs, his voice thick and heavy, marble-thick the way it gets when he's on way too much. "And you are immortal, normally. Just like me. Sort of."

Thor blinked slowly and let a smile creep across his lips. "I think I could grow very used to this. So what do you do while affected? Sit around? Or do you do something in particular? How do you best enjoy this sensation?"

"Mostly, I sit and let the wave take me wherever it demands to go," Olaf confesses, because the best trips are the ones without his own head. True, there have been a few that have led him to rooftops or the ocean, but usually someone's around to prevent him from doing something too stupid.

"Don't fight it," he insists. "Just let it take you."

Thor laughed. "This, this I could get used to," he decided. It was nice to simply let his burdens drift from his shoulders and exist for a while and the drug seemed to take all things other than feeling good off his mind.

"You should join me," he said, grinning lazily. "Yes?"

"I'm already there," Olaf informs him with a knowing smile, sagely nodding. "I'm sort of permanently in this state because it makes being an oracle that much easier," he says, smiling widely. "Really, it's about the only way to cope, sometimes."

"Because you see the future," Thor said. It was an obvious statement, of course, but the drug seemed to have dulled his intuition somewhat to the point where he felt the need to make the most obvious of statements.

"Have you seen anything while here in the hotel?"

"Being an oracle isn't all it's cracked up to be." And Olaf, who is far from the best oracle, has a few more troubles than most. "And yeah, I have," he agrees. "I mean, it's usually a bit of a jumble and something I don't really understand. Funnily, Norse gods like to communicate in signs, even in my head."

"Signs and portents never make for clear communication. I like to be direct. Usually with a hammer," Thor said, laughing loudly. Right now, everything amused him, but especially the idea of trying to read signs from Norse gods.

"We have never been terribly united on that front, though."

"The Thor I've met is pretty much the same. Smaller hammer," he admits. "Bigger man," he adds, because Derrick is a frightening bloke and mad at the best of times. He'd probably been mad before Thor moved in, but who knows? "What front is that? You and the hammer?"

"Front? I do not follow your meaning," Thor said. Everything was a bit blurry considering he had taken the drug and he did not often follow modern speech when conversing with those who lived in the hotel.

"You will have to explain."

"United? You said you weren't," Olaf says, trying to direct Thor back to that. "So what made you sort of split apart from that?" He's not really used to playing therapist, but he doesn't mind when he knows he's probably not going to remember any of this tomorrow.

"On whether or not signs and portents are a good thing," Thor said, finally catching the thread once more. It was difficult through the haze of drugs but he thought he could manage a little. It would not have done for him to be the sort to be an oracle - it was not a task he was well-suited to.

"I prefer to just smash things. My brother, on the other hand, reads into things a little more."

"The Loki brother?" Olaf says, having picked up on that much (and it's complicated, but only complicated because of his own family and how brothers and sisters work in that sort of space). "Signs and portents, in my experience, are usually signs of danger. Nothing ever flashes in my brain when things are going well," he advises.

"Yes, Loki. I've only one brother," Thor explained. "And it is Loki. We do not share a common lineage but we grew up alongside one another all the same. He is my brother, in spite of our differences, though I will never understand his way of engaging the world."

"Keep in mind, I've got four grandsons who are gods and all brothers, but definitely not related in anywhere near the same as you or even the myth," Olaf says cheerfully, as if it isn't just a headache to make you want more drugs. "If he's the same Loki I've met, then I'm afraid to say that some things span all universes. Our Loki is...challenging, too."

"Challenging is the least of it," Thor admitted. It was easier to do so with his inhibitions lowered by the drug and it felt nice to just get these things off his chest, so to speak.

"He challenges me at every turn simply because I am my father's son. Why is that?"

"Because you're brothers," Olaf says, giving him a shrug to indicate that it's just the way family goes. "Mike and Anders, my two eldest grandsons, are always at each other's throats. Bitching and complaining and making things a real pain for the rest of us."

"It means you're family."

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