Loki had been to Midgard before, and in truth, he often found the more refined versions of it more to his liking. His brother, however, always seemed to stay stuck within the Viking era, but he preferred this version of civilization a bit more. He’d just found a perfect spot secluded away from everyone in a booth with his pot of tea, after all, he did enjoy having a place now and then when someone approached him. “You look like a chicken with their head cut off, you do know people come to cafes for peace right?” he questioned before bringing the cup up to his lips to take a sip. @onespvrk











