Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-11-24 10:02 am
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-11-24 10:02 am
Adventures in Alfheim [for lokilowkey]
North of the Arctic Circle, the days have been getting shorter and shorter, lending only previous few hours of daylight to the Asgardians now living in Norway. For some, the encroaching darkness is subtly draining, leeching energy and light from the people as much as the sky.
On recommendation from the humans in the village, most of those affected have obtained light therapy boxes to combat the downswing, and already it seems to be making a difference. Today, Thor has a new option available to him, and though he often finds himself reluctant to make himself go out and about, it really does seem to help when he makes himself do it.
So the chilly dawn at ten in the morning sees him in his kitchen, packing a lunch for two into a shoulder bag, dressed in layers in preparation of shedding the warm winter clothing once they reach their destination. His hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, saving his energy for the day ahead rather than fussing over his appearance. He's not just doing this for himself, after all, and he wants his smallest brother to have a fun outing today.
Speaking of, he greets the littlest Loki at the door with a hug that picks him up off his feet entirely, an easy smile coming to his lips. "You're right on time."
On recommendation from the humans in the village, most of those affected have obtained light therapy boxes to combat the downswing, and already it seems to be making a difference. Today, Thor has a new option available to him, and though he often finds himself reluctant to make himself go out and about, it really does seem to help when he makes himself do it.
So the chilly dawn at ten in the morning sees him in his kitchen, packing a lunch for two into a shoulder bag, dressed in layers in preparation of shedding the warm winter clothing once they reach their destination. His hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, saving his energy for the day ahead rather than fussing over his appearance. He's not just doing this for himself, after all, and he wants his smallest brother to have a fun outing today.
Speaking of, he greets the littlest Loki at the door with a hug that picks him up off his feet entirely, an easy smile coming to his lips. "You're right on time."
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Even with his mother's disapproval of tactics, Loki was riding high on this week's victory so Thor might notice that his littlest brother was even more excitable and happy than usual. Which was... saying something with how energetic he tended to be in general.
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Another loaf of bread and a handful of apples join the rest of their goodies in the bag, and Thor reaches out his metal hand and calls to Stormbreaker, the axe leaping off the crooked brackets above his mantle and into his hand. There's a crackle like lightning as it takes the form of a walking stick, its head carved with runes, much less threatening than its true shape. Fully prepared to face their trek across the universes, Thor makes sure his door is closed, and shoulders the bag sturdily. Odd that he should feel nervous about traveling to one of the Nine, especially one he's been to before, but this is different. This is another Alfheim, not the same one that Thor has set foot on before. How will it be different? Will it be the same? What else of Loki's universe has he yet to discover?
"I'm ready," he calls out to the godling.