Thor gives him a mildly incredulous look, but takes the cloth and makes a bit of a show of drying his hands on it before lightly tossing it back. It’s not as though it was more than water, but if Loki wishes to fuss, then it’s better to keep the peace.
“No gold,” he repeats stubbornly, in a tone that Loki will recognize as him being quite serious about this, not just to be contrary or tease his brother about his chosen colors. “Yellow, maybe.”
If Loki has yet to finish his drink, Thor has no objections to him carrying it with him as they walk. He closes the door behind them, but doesn’t lock it, and starts down the winding path down the bluff that separates his home from the rest of the village.
It’s a pleasant day out, if a cool one by Asgardian standards. Sea birds call out overhead and over sea, and the sunlight shines off the waves that surround the islands. Fishing boats come and go from the docks, offloading their catch on the northern side of the village, and Thor points out a few of the larger vessels by name as they pass. On the edge of the water near the docks, an old tourist attraction has been repurposed as a house of healing, Eir’s symbol painted broadly on the door alongside a Midgardian red cross, and a serpent wound around a staff.
The street is not crowded as they walk along the paved path, but there are passers by, mostly young women and teenagers of both genders, most moving with a purpose as they deliver supplies or tools elsewhere on the island. There are a few citizens that are clearly not Asgardian - a tall rocky Kronan, a purple wormlike creature, a gray-skinned person with multiple heads - and some of them wave at Thor and peer at Loki as they go by. Thor just shakes his head, and waves in return, and turns to point out the location of the general store and the school for his brother. “Some of the humans who used to live here are still around,” he adds, when he notices Loki eyeing up the strange mishmash of Asgardian and Earth clothing styles on some of the villagers. “We’ve had to expand beyond the village’s original borders, back when it was still Henningsvaer. Wakanda helped with that; they’re one of Earth’s more advanced countries, though their sorcery is in its infancy. But they’ve done well by us.”
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“No gold,” he repeats stubbornly, in a tone that Loki will recognize as him being quite serious about this, not just to be contrary or tease his brother about his chosen colors. “Yellow, maybe.”
If Loki has yet to finish his drink, Thor has no objections to him carrying it with him as they walk. He closes the door behind them, but doesn’t lock it, and starts down the winding path down the bluff that separates his home from the rest of the village.
It’s a pleasant day out, if a cool one by Asgardian standards. Sea birds call out overhead and over sea, and the sunlight shines off the waves that surround the islands. Fishing boats come and go from the docks, offloading their catch on the northern side of the village, and Thor points out a few of the larger vessels by name as they pass. On the edge of the water near the docks, an old tourist attraction has been repurposed as a house of healing, Eir’s symbol painted broadly on the door alongside a Midgardian red cross, and a serpent wound around a staff.
The street is not crowded as they walk along the paved path, but there are passers by, mostly young women and teenagers of both genders, most moving with a purpose as they deliver supplies or tools elsewhere on the island. There are a few citizens that are clearly not Asgardian - a tall rocky Kronan, a purple wormlike creature, a gray-skinned person with multiple heads - and some of them wave at Thor and peer at Loki as they go by. Thor just shakes his head, and waves in return, and turns to point out the location of the general store and the school for his brother. “Some of the humans who used to live here are still around,” he adds, when he notices Loki eyeing up the strange mishmash of Asgardian and Earth clothing styles on some of the villagers. “We’ve had to expand beyond the village’s original borders, back when it was still Henningsvaer. Wakanda helped with that; they’re one of Earth’s more advanced countries, though their sorcery is in its infancy. But they’ve done well by us.”