A Visitor To The Garden [for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Jul. 9th, 2020 10:12 pmAbove the arctic circle, it is the height of summer in Asvera, which is to say that this fine cloudless day is a mere thirteen degrees Celsius, despite the sun refusing to set for the entire last month. It makes it easy to lose track of time without sunset to mark the passing of days, and has caused no end to sleeping difficulties among the Asgardians who now call this village home, but it also has its benefits.
The smaller islands now sport towers of Asgardian and Wakandan designs, linked to their fellows by softly glowing bridges tall enough to permit the passage of fishing boats beneath. The bridge that links the archipelago to the mainland is concrete and stone, and physically painted with rainbow colors, a pale imitation of the Bifrost that had once linked Asgard to the rest of the Nine Realms. There's no golden palace to be seen, nor much of any gold at all, really, except for the occasional painted rune on the doorposts of a home.
Where once there was a football pitch, now there is a grain field, planted deep with oats and rye and wheat. Thor's house was once a lighthouse keeper's cottage, perched on a rocky bluff at the farthest reaches of the largest island overlooking the vast sea to the southwest. A Bifrost rune is etched into the rock between them, the king's preferred landing zone for visitors to the village, at least those who arrive by PINpoint. The house itself is fairly plain, with little to indicate that it's the home of the Allfather save for the pair of ravens currently perched at the peak of the roof. One of them calls out at the arrival of a newcomer, and Thor quickly opens the door to greet him. His hair has been brushed and braided back, his beard plaited along his cheeks and chin, and with the eyepatch in place he might pass for a much younger Odin if not for the smile on his lips and the decidedly Midgardian-style sweater and jeans he's dressed in. "Loki! You made it."
The smaller islands now sport towers of Asgardian and Wakandan designs, linked to their fellows by softly glowing bridges tall enough to permit the passage of fishing boats beneath. The bridge that links the archipelago to the mainland is concrete and stone, and physically painted with rainbow colors, a pale imitation of the Bifrost that had once linked Asgard to the rest of the Nine Realms. There's no golden palace to be seen, nor much of any gold at all, really, except for the occasional painted rune on the doorposts of a home.
Where once there was a football pitch, now there is a grain field, planted deep with oats and rye and wheat. Thor's house was once a lighthouse keeper's cottage, perched on a rocky bluff at the farthest reaches of the largest island overlooking the vast sea to the southwest. A Bifrost rune is etched into the rock between them, the king's preferred landing zone for visitors to the village, at least those who arrive by PINpoint. The house itself is fairly plain, with little to indicate that it's the home of the Allfather save for the pair of ravens currently perched at the peak of the roof. One of them calls out at the arrival of a newcomer, and Thor quickly opens the door to greet him. His hair has been brushed and braided back, his beard plaited along his cheeks and chin, and with the eyepatch in place he might pass for a much younger Odin if not for the smile on his lips and the decidedly Midgardian-style sweater and jeans he's dressed in. "Loki! You made it."
