[ Laughing as Chris pesters him with his chilly nose and hands, he waves him away. By the time he returns, Loki has set out their dinner and a huge leg of roast boar is still sizzling on its long plate next to the remaining bowl of vegetables, gravy, and other otherworldly sauces too (spicy plums?). Wine fills their glasses, the bottle emblazoned with an elven vintage that smells like berries and smoke. He has already done Chris the curtesy of piling some meat onto his plate, shaved off with the knife vertically sticking out of the haunch.
Loki gives him an approving nod, holding out a hand for him at the table. ]
Just about, my mysterious cowboy. Come and eat, I made an Asgardian meal to fill you up.
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Loki gives him an approving nod, holding out a hand for him at the table. ]
Just about, my mysterious cowboy. Come and eat, I made an Asgardian meal to fill you up.