Thor doesn’t quite roll his eye, and slings his metal arm around Loki’s shoulder, the movement as natural and solid as it would be from his real one. “I’m a resident of Earth now, why shouldn’t I dress like them? I suppose you’d rather I lounge around in armor and a cape.” Not that he hasn’t in the past, of course, and Odin had certainly made his armor a part of the king’s daily dress. But as others have been fond of telling him, again and again until he’s begun to believe it, Thor is not Odin and he does not need to be.

“The greenhouse is on the other side of the village,” Thor explains. “I sent the children to a friend’s home so I could give you the tour. They’ll be back before supper, if you want to stay and meet them.” He’s not the same Loki that is their adoptive father, of course, but most of them had been old enough to understand the concept of Loki having a twin of sorts. “Do you want anything before we set out? I have ale and mead, and coffee.”