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Magic islands are pretty strange, as far as Ty's concerned, but the one good thing they have going for them is the large expanse of room to run. It's not downtown Auckland, but there's a beach or a dozen he can run past and he found out the hard way that apparently there are dinosaurs living in one corner of the island. This is definitely weird shit the likes of which he's never seen before and considering the crap he's lived through, that's saying something.

Apart from the weirdness of the location, Ty's still focusing on being mortal. He wakes up and he's warm. He has breakfast and he can taste everything and he doesn't need to be sucked into a hopeless relationship in Hel for it. It's everything he's wanted and he doesn't know how he did it.

If it's good, does that mean it's bad filters back to him and he shakes his head of the thought, pushing himself faster on his run to try and get the memory out of his head. If this is seriously some side-effect of something happening to Odin, then Ty absolutely doesn't want to know about it. Better to think this is actually some cracked version of his life than the notion that the whole family died and he's here...alone.

"Shit!" Ty blurts out, skidding to a stop when he nearly runs into a large man, so caught up in his thoughts. He stumbles and takes an extra moment to right himself, taking the time to breath and catch himself before he continues on. "Sorry. Sorry about that," he says, eyeing the man's incredibly large biceps with some trepidation.

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Thor drops his bag of fowl, turning to face Ty directly. His garments do not reflect his stature, all of them mortal save for the gauntlets at his forearms, but his bearing suggests that of royalty -- the set of his shoulders proud, the jut of his chin defiant.

"I am Thor, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard and her future king," he declares. "Who are you to question what I am doing?"

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Ty doesn't shift with nerves or shuffle his feet. He's in his running garments, so it must look pretty ridiculous, but he's able to stand as tall as he did when facing down Loki. "I am the god Höðr, reborn, god of everything dark and cold," he replies. "And the last I knew? Thor was chasing my brother across the countryside with his hammer."

"Höðr?" Thor scoffs, staring down at the alleged would-be-god with suspicion. Could he be trying to have a laugh? Did Loki put him up to this? This man is as much Hoder as Thor is Donald Blake.

"Reborn indeed," he says, still eying Ty with distrust. "Höðr is old and blind, and I have no quarrel with Baldr. If you are of Asgard, as you claim, you are surely from some sister realm. The workings of the magic here have no rhyme or reason, but the island is fond of that trick, pulling us from different versions of the same place."

Ty sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I'm starting to work that out," he admits, gesturing to himself. "Where I come from, we fled from Asgard back in 1870," he explains. "To walk amongst the mortals until they chased us pagans with sticks and burned down our houses. So we bravely ran away," he says dryly. "I'd show you what I used to be able to do, but ever since I got here..." he trails off, the beginnings of a glorious smile on his lips. "I've been mortal."

As far as Baldr goes, Ty doesn't comment that Thor might want to hold off on that until he meets Olaf. "Did the same happen to you? I've been desperate to get a hold of my brother, but there's no phones in or out and I can't tell mortals about the god shit," he admits. "When you got here, did you become normal?"

"I became human," replies Thor, the distinction important in his mind. He was accustomed to being an Asgardian, not a mortal, and no matter how many years he remains trapped in this realm, he will die long before his time as a human surpasses his time as an immortal.

"Your world sounds very strange. I, too, have walked amongst the Midgardians, but never to flee. What was so dire in Asgard that you would leave?"

"Far as I know, it has to do with Odin and Frigg getting really fed up with shit on both sides," Ty confesses, seeing as he's not exactly the one to go to. "My grandfather knows more about this than I do, seeing as he was pretty much second generation from us fleeing," he says. "I'm pretty good being human or mortal or whatever you want to call it, though. Definitely don't want to go back to being Höðr any time soon."

He looks him up and down. "So this place, it isn't god shit. Why we're here, it's not some test we have to pass to ascend to a higher rank of the Aesir?"

"I had wondered that as well," admits Thor, looking out to some point in the distance. "Hours before I arrived here, I had returned to Asgard after a brief period of exile on Earth. Odin had stripped me of my power in order to teach me of humility. For a time I suspected this realm was simply another part of that lesson, but I have since been assured that that is most likely not the purpose of this place. If Tabula Rasa is a test, it is not of Asgardian design."

Great, so it's a common thought, but apparently it leads nowhere as far as solutions go. "So, you were stripped of your powers before you got here, too?" Ty licks his lips, ready to launch into his whole life story at this rate, provided it's with someone who understands. "Back home, I chilled everything down to nothing. I made the room colder, snow even, and ... and it was miserable," he spits out. "But before I got here, for about half an hour before, I could feel the cold. I was the one who was cold, not the ones around me," he says, eyes wide and wild with hope. "Was that just a warning this was coming, do you think?"

"Sorry, normally I go to the family oracle for this, but he's sort of not around."

Thor shakes his head, a hint of an apology settling over his features.

"No," he says. "My power was restored in full only to be stolen again upon my arrival here. I know of no one being warned before their arrival here. This place exists outside of the nine realms. Even Loki , whose knowledge exceeds my own, had not heard of this place, and I am inclined to believe him in this matter, if no other."

He regards Ty with a questioning look. "In my realm, Hoder is the Son of Vili and has no such powers. He is but an old, blind man easily tricked. From your story, I would suspect you reborn of Jotuns."

Ty's jaw tenses at the mention of Loki. He's actually rather pleased to hear they're from different universes because if he's still haunted by his Loki, then his mother's dead for nothing and there's a trickster arse trying to fuck with his and Axl's life. "Don't worry, I'm pretty easily led sometimes too," he admits, dejected at the notion that he's descended of frost giants. It'd certainly be no more fucked up than the rest of his life. "Okay, so, this is going to sound insane, but...there are others I need to know about. Bragi? Baldr? Ullr? What are they like in your world?"

The Odin part, he kind of wants to cope with later, given that he doesn't want to get into Axl's life just yet and the catch that curses the entire Johnson line.

"I know little of Uller and Bragi. Balder is a friend," says Thor, too distracted by the expression upon Ty's face to continue further. It is a reaction that often follows mention of his brother and one Thor knows well to look for by now.

"Loki is here, but he is of my realm. Whatever mischief he's wrought upon you was done by another, and should you seek retribution for crimes my brother did not commit, know that you will have me to answer to. Do not mistake my humanity for weakness."

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"Whatever Loki's done, whatever he did, I don't care," Ty says. "So long as he's not trying to kill me anymore, I'm fine with him existing, I'm fine with anything he chooses to do, so long as it doesn't end with my body in a pile of ash," he says wearily.

His mother died because of that belief, but it's the right thing to do. It protects people if Loki knew the truth.

"You will be safe," promises Thor, for if he has anything to say about it, Loki's mischief will remain harmless.

"If you die, it won't be at my brother's hand."

Ty snorts at that, thinking about how he's been actively searching for a way to die, though it doesn't seem needed anymore. "The Loki I know is a real piece of work, but, like I said, if he's okay with me, then I'm okay with him," he promises. "I just want to live a normal life, as a mortal."

Thor has been humbled by his experience as a human and possesses a fondness for Midgard that few of his ilk could understand as a result. Even so, he misses his old life: his powers, his friends, his family. He is fortunate to have Loki here, but what he would not give to see his mother and father, Jane. There is nothing for him here save to grow old. It is not the life he would wish for himself, yet Ty seems content with this lot. How peculiar.

"Then may you find happiness here."

"Yeah," Ty breathes out, because there's a real chance that he can do it. He's mortal, he doesn't have to worry about freezing everyone he touches to death, and if Axl dies back home, he's pretty sure that won't translate to here. "Listen," he gets out, before the conversation ends. "You're still Thor, of Asgard, and what I do know is that mortals can't know about god shit," Ty confesses. "If there's something I'm not sure about, can I ask you about it? In future, I mean," he clarifies.

"If you must," says Thor, finding the notion of such secrecy strange. He had only been reluctant to speak to Jane in much detail because he had no way to back his claims until once his powers had been restored. There had been no edict from Odin to stay his tongue regarding life in Asgard.

"But I see no reason to hide your identity in this place. All here know me as Thor, Son of Odin. Whether they believe me is for them to decide."

"Where I come from, when mortals find out, bad things happen," Ty says, thinking of persistent-vegetable-Rob and how Zeb nearly got his face burnt off after finding out about Axl (even though that one was hardly his fault and all Anders', because everything is Anders' fault, really). "I think I'd rather just be Ty Johnson here," he says. "I've been trying to figure out a way to become mortal for so long, I didn't think it'd be as easy as closing my eyes and showing up in the warmth."

Again, Thor finds the concept strange, his brows knitting together.

"As you wish, Ty Johnson," he says. "But know that there are rules here to protect us all, regardless of one's past. Should you wish to share with someone else, there is no one here to persecute you. Rest assured, however, that no mortal will hear of your true nature from I."

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"Yeah, well, I'd rather not take the chance," Ty admits, given that it's partially fate that he's worried about and partially what Mike will say if he ever finds out that Ty's running around telling mortals about family basis. "Thor," he says, in wonderment and shock and amusement. "You're definitely more epic than the Thor my brother told me about."

If there has been one consolation in having so many others here not only know his name, but also some other version of Thor, it has been that they always seem to prefer him. His ego is in no need of further inflation, but it is nice thought to return to.

"And you are wise to recognize it," he says, gravely but for the slight twinkle in his eye. "Take care, Son of John."

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