And now, a quiet flicker of worry. Asgard isn't a terribly warm place, and even there, Loki is tempted to sleep away the summer. He does not sweat. He overheats so easily.
"I had not thought to ask," he murmurs. "What is the season, here? What is the month?"
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"I had not thought to ask," he murmurs. "What is the season, here? What is the month?"