good neighbors, 1.9k, that fic I threatened to write about Loki suffering in hot weather
Once - and only once - as a youth, Loki had joined Thor and his gaggle of friends for a journey to Muspelheim. He remembered the first part of it clearly - the unceasing misery that the others took for his dragging his heels - and the part where he’d woken in the healing rooms missing two days of his life, but very little in between.
The only fortunate thing about nearly dying was that the Warriors Four were too shame-faced to mock him about his weakness. And he had Thor’s undivided, extremely solicitous attention for a whole month.
New York, Loki was aware, was not Muspelheim. There were significantly fewer fire demons, for one, and more air conditioning.
But it was still very, very unpleasant.