Thor frowns a little, nodding along, and not regretting for one moment that he chose not to settle Asgard here. If even a small homestead like this might one day find their borders have changed, what's to say what would have become of a nation?
But there's little time for such thoughts, as his attention is drawn to the secret entrance, revealed at Loki's hand. A glint of amusement in his eye, he steps through, the doorway arching high over his head as the palace of their childhood had. But where the palace had been cream and gold, the colors here are muted, closer, cozier than he was expecting. It feels less a hall built for a king's audience and more like a meadhall, where brothers might sit shoulder to shoulder and share roast meat and stories, whiling away the long winter with song and company.
Thor's gaze sweeps over the children, his eye drawn to Sigrid first. It's somehow more and less jarring to see her thus - not quite Jotun, but still so very different, yet still unmistakably a child. His gait pauses only a moment as he takes it in, then he continues to stride forward, heading toward the table. "Well, it's a good thing that I'm here," he calls up to them, a smile on his lips.
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Date: 2021-11-02 06:32 pm (UTC)But there's little time for such thoughts, as his attention is drawn to the secret entrance, revealed at Loki's hand. A glint of amusement in his eye, he steps through, the doorway arching high over his head as the palace of their childhood had. But where the palace had been cream and gold, the colors here are muted, closer, cozier than he was expecting. It feels less a hall built for a king's audience and more like a meadhall, where brothers might sit shoulder to shoulder and share roast meat and stories, whiling away the long winter with song and company.
Thor's gaze sweeps over the children, his eye drawn to Sigrid first. It's somehow more and less jarring to see her thus - not quite Jotun, but still so very different, yet still unmistakably a child. His gait pauses only a moment as he takes it in, then he continues to stride forward, heading toward the table. "Well, it's a good thing that I'm here," he calls up to them, a smile on his lips.