Since your supposed death, brother, not since your vacation began. [ a beat, and thor glances around, at the picturesque beach, the forest not far, the sand getting stuck in all the crevices of his armor. ] Odd a choice as it is for you.

[ loki never really struck him as the island paradise sort of person? isn't he going to burn? he probably looks like a lobster under whatever glamour he's probably putting up. thor does take some brief respite in imagining that. hurr hurr.

as for the liar part, well. the look loki's given a look somewhere between 'you know damn well i was not born yesterday' and 'is this the real life'. ]

Do you honestly wish me to answer that, brother? [ loki, you are the last person to pull the 'have i ever lied to you' thing, because yes, you have. a lot. it's sort of your thing. but, okay, fine, because his brother is miraculously alive and because, despite the third degree being given, thor is happy for that, he's giving the benefit of the doubt, deciding to compare stories rather than argue. tugging himself up from his sand pit, thor goes about expounding on the past year and change as he dusts himself off. ] I left Asgard after defeating Malekith. The year or so on Midgrad gave space to think, reflect. Stark's mad creations had only just been fought back when the red soldiers appeared. Now, this.