He can recognize when the weather turns poorly, of course, but for centuries it never occurred to him that the others around him were being anything other than difficult if they complained of the comfortable chill in the air when Asgard's warm summers left them for another season. Much like he's been told the scorching heat of the sun is nothing to be bothered by, he assumed those around him were being little more than thin-skinned when ever they hunched away from a wind that blew a little too hard or shivered against the snow as it fell upon Asgard's splendor.
Learning of his true heritage may have placed many of the differences between himself and his family into perspective, but never would he ever have stopped to consider how much the Jotun blood in his veins had protected him from...this.
He's freezing, jaw locked tightly to stop the urge to let his teeth chatter as he fights his way across the snow ruined mess of what he assumes had once been a road, bowed against the wind gale as it whips painfully against any exposed stretch of skin it can find. If he's ever disliked travelling in snow before he loathes it now, and never has he been so desperately eager to find himself in front of the roaring heat of a fire.
If he can find that damned inn.
[N E T W O R K - un: loptr]
The least they could have done was offer even a meager ration of mulled wine with the weather being what it is.
I don't suppose anyone is feeling particularly generous with any personal stores they may have.
Loki Odinson | MCU
Loki's never been cold before.
He can recognize when the weather turns poorly, of course, but for centuries it never occurred to him that the others around him were being anything other than difficult if they complained of the comfortable chill in the air when Asgard's warm summers left them for another season. Much like he's been told the scorching heat of the sun is nothing to be bothered by, he assumed those around him were being little more than thin-skinned when ever they hunched away from a wind that blew a little too hard or shivered against the snow as it fell upon Asgard's splendor.
Learning of his true heritage may have placed many of the differences between himself and his family into perspective, but never would he ever have stopped to consider how much the Jotun blood in his veins had protected him from...this.
He's freezing, jaw locked tightly to stop the urge to let his teeth chatter as he fights his way across the snow ruined mess of what he assumes had once been a road, bowed against the wind gale as it whips painfully against any exposed stretch of skin it can find. If he's ever disliked travelling in snow before he loathes it now, and never has he been so desperately eager to find himself in front of the roaring heat of a fire.
If he can find that damned inn.
[N E T W O R K - un: loptr]
The least they could have done was offer even a meager ration of mulled wine with the weather being what it is.
I don't suppose anyone is feeling particularly generous with any personal stores they may have.
[W I L D C A R D]
Hit me~