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"Fuck!" is Ty shouting at the top of his lungs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He's woken up and he's a woman. He's a woman, but he didn't fall asleep in a dress last night like Axl had and he's not supposed to be a well-known team changer, is he? Hodr's not like that. He doesn't have Olaf to ask and it's not like he's about to wake Anders up to ask the question, which leaves very few options. Loki? There's no way he'd go to Loki in his own universe, let alone the one here.

That leaves him with one option: Thor.

Ty dresses in a long black henley that swims on him, now, and a pair of jeans that are equally ridiculous, but he manages to get out of the house without Anders waking up -- and that's going to be a whole fucking disaster later that he can't avoid. Especially if the solution to this is like Axl's. He's going to have to make a point to finding Aphrodite later, but right now, he needs to know if this is normal.

"Thor?" Ty calls out when he gets to the man's house. "Thor, it's me."

He rolls his eyes when he realizes how badly he's mimicking Axl right now. At least grandpa isn't playing guessing games with his identity, though he wouldn't put it past Anders.

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Thor had woken that morning in a body that both did and did not belong to him. Though his eyes and hair remained much the same -- bright blue framed by long lashes and a blonde mane decorated with braids -- his face was smooth and bare, its shape softened with new femininity. Overnight, his shoulders narrowed and hips broadened, leaving him with a shape to rival Sif's: athletic and strong, but undeniably that of a woman. Having been subject to the whims of Tabula Rasa before, however -- not to mention being the brother of no less a trickster than Loki -- Thor shrugged off the change as a temporary inconvenience after the initial shock had worn off, and went about his day as normal after a morning spent in private, discovering how far the differences ran.

He is in the small clearing behind his house, wielding a wooden sword as he accustoms himself to the changes in his balance, when an unfamiliar voice catches his ear. Completing a turn, he sticks the pointy end into the ground and calls out, "Back here!"

Ty keeps yanking at his clothes to try and make them look somewhat dignified, but there's no fucking way. He's lucky they're just staying on, at this point. He rounds the corner, gaping when he sees that Thor's in the same situation as Ty, so maybe this is something affecting everyone with a connection to Asgard? Is there some kind of switch people hit?

"You're uh," he manages. "Huh."

"I know you," says Thor, but despite the assertion, his visitor's identity eludes him for a few long moments. He peers at the woman, scrutinizing her face for a clue when finally it hits him.

"...Ty?"

Ty nods, a frantic and displeased look on his face as he takes a few strides forward. "It happened to Axl, now it's happened to me," he says, eyes bugged out wide. "And you!" he says, gesturing to Thor's very, very womanly frame. "Is the kvasir really this kinky about male-to-female sorts of things?" he wonders.

"Kvasir?" echoes Thor, with a shake of his head. "I know not the story of what happened to Axl, but this magic is not of Asgard. This is naught but Tabula Rasa's doing. Not so long ago, I was turned into a child, Loki along with me. I suppose this is simply more of the same."

He shrugs and swings around to retrieve his sword anew. "It will pass."

"When Axl became a woman, he had to learn a lesson," Ty says, combing his hand through his long hair absently, like he's doing it out of bad habit. "That was back home. Apparently Odin is a well-known team changer? Loki, too, but ah, not our Loki," Ty says, not really intent on walking down the road of Loki's exact words, according to Olaf.

What kind of lesson?" asks Thor, thinking back to the lesson Odin would have had him learn about humility and good leadership -- a lesson he continues to learn by nature of being forever stuck a mortal.

Ty let out a scoff of disbelief. "Axl thought it had to do with learning about how badly he had mistreated women and other people, but in the end, it was more about him figuring out how to treat women better overall. He sort of went through a dickish phase," Ty deadpans. "We all sort of do at twenty-one, becoming gods, but none of us were Odin."

"I cannot imagine my father as a young man," Thor confesses, the very thought striking him as strange. Ty's entire world has that effect, however, so it is a feeling to which he has swiftly become accustomed. "But this your first time, then, as a woman?"

"This is my first time," Ty says with a press of his lips together, not entirely loving the fact that he'd woken up like this. "My brother's going to have a fucking field day," he says spitefully. "Don't suppose you can use your almighty wrath to knock him out?"

Thor shrugs as he thinks it over.

"If you deem it necessary," he decides. This body is still strong by mortal standards, after all.

"I don't know if you've met my brother, but generally," Ty admits with a sardonic smile on his lips, "It's always necessary to knock him out. He spouts way too much bullshit than's good for him."

"We've met," Thor replies. To some degree, Anders comes off as less odd than his brother, but their family history still gives Thor pause no matter who he talks to. "Have you seen him already today? Perhaps he has been affected by this magic as well."

"Honestly, I bolted out of there. Even if he is changed, there's all kinds of grief I'm going to get for this. We're two of four brothers and we're in the middle," he grimaces. "He and I are used to fighting, by now."

Thor nods in agreement. Brothers are wonderfully frustrating things.

"Then surely you know to give him grief in turn," he says, grinning a little.