Growing up with Loki had meant learning to expect the unexpected. He'd finished his evening meal when the knock came at his chamber door, a repurposed suite of rooms aboard the Statesman, and there was mead to be had. Some of the refugees were beekeepers and some of the donations they'd received were gracious enough to be just that: bees and hives. It'd been months, yes, but they were starting to look like a society again.

Albeit much smaller than he'd ever known it to be. They didn't have luxuries like servants here, so he answered his own door and stared, a smile spreading across his face before he rushed his little brother, pulling him into a strong embrace.

"Brother! I didn't realize you knew how to knock! It's good to see you."