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[ Thor's hands gripping in the soft fabric of his brother's blazer as he ran, lungs pumping hard and legs sore from the weeks of running, fighting, climbing and walking through the harsh elements and brush of the environment. Still, with the fires blazing at their backs, moving ever closer, roaring as they engulf trees and topple them, he runs.

A log falls in front of the two, blocking the path and Thor jumps at the last second to clear it rather than trip, releasing Loki's jacket in the process when he attempts to catch his balance on the other side. Peering over his shoulder, his eyes dart to find Loki behind him. The two might have been at either ends of war in their world before here, but regardless of what Loki would be willing or unwilling to do here in the arena, Thor would be damned if he would let foreign abductors take his brother for the sake of entertainment. ]

Loki?! [ His head whips around for a moment, halting in the smoke thick forest when he doesn't stop him immediately, before a fit of coughing takes him. He rasps a yell through it. ] Loki, we can't pause here - the fire comes this way! Brother!

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What part of this onslaught seem to you childish? [ Shouted over the flames. It's not the first time they've had to run from almost certain death - and there is almost a fondness in the memory of the attack on Jotunheim so long ago, as that was the last his brother was simply his brother, with nothing more attached or missing. But they have never done so powerless, never so weak and frail over something so simple as fire. One of the mortals' most base of weapons. ]

Your perception is superior to mine. [ He speaks through a huff as he runs along side him, rasped and aching in his protesting throat. ] Lead, brother, and I will follow.

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The fact that they cannot entertain themselves for a moment and force us to do it for them, like children. [ Is the answer he gives while ducking another bit of fire; his lungs already beginning to ache. He had hoped they would come across a winter or a field of cold which would give him an advantage naturally, but not fire, not this. Still he leads them as asked, over trees through holes, ducking about trees and fire as if the things were living and cloying, attempting to scratch or burn. He follows the path made-- as much as he hates it, as it is not in line with the chaos he favors at all-- till they break the line between fire and the rest of the field.

He curls his fist around Thor's shoulder to stop him once they've made perhaps thirty feet of distance and tries to still him completely, ] Silence. [ It's a snap as he lowers his weight a bit, moving less like the regal man and more like the predator he could be. ] They would not move us this way if it was not toward conflict. [ He elaborates as he pushes a step closer to Thor once more. ]

Keep an eye out, and try not to be your usual loud self.