Fenrir was troubled, and he wasn't entirely sure why. This human form seemed limited in so many ways, his senses were so much less acute than they had been in his wolf form, and he was beginning to realise that included his more godly senses as well. There was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, a presence, the idea that something or someone had arrived and that feeling drew him. He was quite certain that, in his normal form, he would know exactly what it meant, but as it was he had no idea and that troubled him.
Concentrating on that feeling had taken him to the docks, and he sat on the pier at the water's edge, wondering where to go from here. Was it something to do with the water? What about this place had pulled at him? He hated not having the answers to his questions, he had enough to think about without there being additional things to concern himself with.
Hearing someone approach, he tensed reflexively and turned to see who it was, to check that they didn't intend to bother him. The person was unfamiliar, he didn't recognise the face, but he instantly knew who it was, and he knew what had caused that niggling sense at the back of his mind. The tension flowed from his body and he stood.
Jor had been looking for his big brother ever since he had first shown up on Midgard in human form. He had heard that the wolf was also in human form, and the former snake was eager to see if the stories were true. He also wanted to see if the other stories were true. Like how Fenrir lost to a mere mortal. Jor had a feeling that that particular story was a bit exaggerated, but he figured that he could still tease his brother about it.
It hadn't taken much to find the wolf either. As usual, he was off by himself, brooding or something. Jor wasn't really sure, but it didn't really matter. Fenrir would find him sooner or later.
In fact, Fenrir found him sooner than expected, and without really trying. Jor had gon wandering around the campus, and soon found himself at the bay. It was odd how he always managed to stumble across water, despite the ocean having been his prison for so long. Jor was walking the wharf, not expecting to run across anyone that he knew. But as he reached the edge of the dock, he saw someone sitting on the edge, and that familiar presence nagged at the back of his mind. So his brother had been the one to find him.
"Hey Fen," he grinned, cocking his head to the side and taking in his brother's new form. It was unusual, but then, he was sure that he looked unusual to Fenrir as well. "It's been a while. How have you been faring?"
Jormungandr's form was taller than his, he supposed that made a certain amount of sense - as the snake he was longer and much larger after all - but he still experienced a momentary frisson of annoyance. Humans grew larger as they grew older, as the older brother he should be the taller one, surely?
It was stranger to see his brother as a human than it had been to see his sister, Hel had only changed a little, Jormungandr had changed almost completely. He still knew it was him, however, and there was something familiar in the way he held himself, the way he moved. It would take some getting used to, but no more so than it had taken - and was still taking - to get used to his own new body.
"Well enough," he answered with a dismissive shrug "and yourself? It is good to see you." he was growing fonder of this strange place by the day, the more of his family appeared there.
Jor shrugged, having no definite answer for his brother. "Well enough," he answered vaguely, mocking Fenrir's answer with a small smirk. "Nothing overly thrilling has come up. Well, except for the whole business involving Thor, but that was more of an annoyance, really." The smirk fell from his face and he scowled slightly, absentmindedly kicking at the ground. Had he been in serpent form, he would have flicked his tail in annoyance, so he supposed that the transfer was causing him to unconsciously move his leg instead.
Stilling himself, he grinned again, laughing as he said, "It is good to see you as well. It seems that whoever gave us these bodies took pity on you. You're almost as tall as me now." Jor had always taken pride in his immense size, and took every chance to poke fun at others for being dwarfed by him. But now it was slightly more difficult, as he had been compacted into a tiny human body. It was good to see that he was still taller than his brother, though.
"I have heard a great many rumors since arriving here," he suddenly announced, switching topics. "One such rumor being that you were bested by a mortal? Do tell me that tale." Jor grinned mischievously, glad to be around his brother. He had forgotten how much he missed being in his family's company.
Fenrir understood that he was being teased when Jor simply repeated his words back to him, but he was unconcerned by it - his brother, after all, took much more after their father than any of the others did, and the teasing was second nature to him. As with Loki, Fenrir had learnt to simply endure it and move on, because he knew there was little hope of either of them changing. Were it anybody else, he wouldn't be nearly so laid back about it, but family always got special treatment where Fenrir was concerned.
"Indeed," Fenrir said with a faint scowl, looking down at his hand as he flexed his fingers. It was nice to be a little closer in size to his brother - particularly since Jormungandr was younger than him - but he still wasn't entirely sure he liked this human form.
"Bested!?" He looked up sharply, scowl deepening even further "No such event has taken place, not here, not ever."