"Fair enough. Asgard is... Well, it's just a city now, of course, but it used to be an entire realm in and of itself, but things change, even things that really, really don't want to." Often at Loki's very own hand. Usually at his hand, when it comes to Asgard. It sucks, sometimes, being a god bound to stories.

He shucks his shirt, and wrings it out before pulling it back on, and makes a face. Ugh. Wet. When he didn't particularly intend to be. He knows it could be worse, of course he does; they weren't caught in the... whatever it was... the moths were, or did. He's not sure how he knows, but he definitely knows that much.