culture ; ladythorofthunder
Sometimes, when Loki and Thor were young, they would play in their mother's gardens. Wild rose bushes were tall as them, climbing higher than they could see, and in the middle of the beautifully laid out garden was a giant tree in which they could climb. It was a willow tree with ladders tacked to the sides. The soft wood of the tree would be exposed in places from the kids kicking at the bark, and yet it was still a healthy and beautiful tree. Loki remembered reading under it.
He was reading a young children's book on all nine of the realms. He'd learned about them in his studies, but never like this. This studied the cultures, talked about how they got married in Vanaheim versus Jotunheim. He had no idea there were so many different cultures in this place, and he flipped the page eagerly, wanting to learn more.
Thor was to show up eventually, of course, and ruin his time reading at the base of the tree, but there were some times where he didn't mind that, like today.