Vignettes ((prose for nexus_crossings))

None of the handful of Asgardian refugees asks what kind of favor was owed to Loki by the keeper of the shop they're staying at. He's been solicitous as they settled in, making beds out of the furniture he has for sale, turning soft music to play on the intercom system, even having pizza brought in for the shell-shocked children and their adult companions. He seems jumpy when Loki returns, but the god himself looks satisfied with what's been done for his people.

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