[ ϟ ]—– With each inhale he savors the crisp air, lungs expanding to fullest extent as he revels in the quiet of post storm landscape. It was a soothing silence, the sort that had fire within veins subside and left an odd sense of contentment, as if every atom in his being approved the return of peace. A brief sensation he knew, for quickly would the urge arise once more, the heavy drum of pulse would emerge, and thrill of thunder roaring through the skies would rumble within chest and nerves.
Barely does he intend to move onward, only one step able to be taken when contentment is disturbed then, by touch upon back and the trickster coming into view. A sly emerging that has him mildly startled, blinking at the view of overly casual and all-too-familiar individual.
‘ I was not aware you were in such dire need of me Loke…’ Which is drawled out lazily, as if attempting to match the casual nature of the other’s tone, whilst wonder emerges in the god’s expression. ‘ My intent was to venture further up north, the mountains there seem quite appealing this morn.’ Heights were sought whenever restless nature demanded more release, and he quirks a brow into a faint arch, curiosity rising whilst a query is returned.’ Would you care to accompany me?’
The mountains, no—that was where the Dwarves were, the ones who won Thor’s Hammer in an ill-placed bet by Loke. Dread sunk his stomach, churning it nastily as Loke held down his breakfast. He was sure the god wouldn’t appreciate vomit along with the bad news. It was good Loke mastered concealing his true emotions, otherwise panic would’ve been writ all over his face.
“Marvellous idea, truly,” he agreed through a friendly grin. “Solace can always be found in the mountains.” Except perhaps this time. He needed to come out with it already.
Loke prayed his blessings with a deep breath and laid his hand upon Thor’s shoulder, grounding himself. “Before you go, favored nephew and dear friend of mine”—Enough ass-kissing.—“I’ve something to tell you that you will not like, but I need remind you, Thor, of our great companionship that no foul deed or cur could tarnish.” Loke paused for that to sink in, then sighed heavily as he dropped his hand, grimacing. “Through very poor decisions on my part, which I deeply regret, Mjöllnir is in possession of a tribe of Dwarves up there.” He cringed.
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