And also a certain history of scintillating brotherly conversations. It's almost jarring to have the Milliways lawn and forest and mountains unfold before them, instead of the familiar vistas of Asgard or Vanaheim.
And it brings sharply to his mind that strange, unsatisfying conversation with Loki's mirrored shadow in Harry Monmouth's body, only a few weeks ago. It's with a feeling of déjà vu that he drops Mjölnir to its strap and half-turns to Loki, offering an arm: shall they?
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And also a certain history of scintillating brotherly conversations. It's almost jarring to have the Milliways lawn and forest and mountains unfold before them, instead of the familiar vistas of Asgard or Vanaheim.
And it brings sharply to his mind that strange, unsatisfying conversation with Loki's mirrored shadow in Harry Monmouth's body, only a few weeks ago. It's with a feeling of déjà vu that he drops Mjölnir to its strap and half-turns to Loki, offering an arm: shall they?