[Hammerbase] Ghost of Asgard Castle

The sun is farther away from a certain day, and the light is no longer so aggressive.After a brief drizzle, the broad-leaved plants outside the castle begin to turn yellow and dry, and soon turn into rows of bare black wooden poles, until the next warm season will sprout new shoots.The clouds drifting slowly are dazzlingly white, they are sparse and thin, and flocks of migratory birds pass through them.There is a hint of chill in the wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the blue sky looks extraordinarily lofty and fresh.

Time flies.Especially when they spend all their free time in those covert secret games, and the summer is coming to an end without knowing it.

This kind of unrestrained play is always very exhausting, and the people in the castle feel that Loki has become more obedient and quiet, and the number of his pranks has gradually decreased since the summer, which makes them all relieved tone.And even though the time he stayed in the room was getting longer and longer, he still looked lazy when he came out of the room.People thought it was a sign that he was beginning to shake off his childishness, work harder in his studies, and try to appear more mature and stable in his behavior.In contrast, Thor looked refreshed, radiant, and full of energy throughout the day.Everyone who saw him felt that when he smiled, it seemed that there was a shining halo surrounding him.

"I don't know if it's appropriate for me to say this—Tor is in love." Fandral whispered to Vostagg, and glanced at Sif who was not far away. "I'm just curious about who the other party is. The task of going to the servants to find out information is entrusted to you."

"Fandral, this is Thor's private matter, we have no right to intervene." Verstagg nodded without hesitation, but Hogan beside them held the opposite opinion.

"Don't say that, Hogan. Sif and Thor have been engaged since they were young. His behavior now is clearly disloyal to our friend." Fandral lowered his voice. "As long as we know who that girl is..."

"Your whispers are too loud. There is nothing between me and Thor." Sif turned around abruptly, but there was no expression of anger or loss on her face.She stretched out her left hand to show them the empty ring finger and the thick callus left by years of martial arts practice. "Given back my engagement ring the day I decided to become a proud warrior. I would stand by Thor's side forever, but whether I wear armor or a wedding dress is my choice."

"Oh, that's really... sorry, Sif. We didn't mean to offend. Forgive our idle curiosity." Fandral apologized hastily, but Sif didn't care. "Whether it's because of me or not, you can't control your curiosity, can you? And I think it's really necessary... to investigate a little bit." Her wheat-colored cheeks were slightly flushed. "Once Thor is obsessed with something, it takes up too much of his energy. So..."

"So you'd better remind him that even when he is overwhelmed by love—I don't know if it's the so-called love or something else—he should pay attention to restraint." Loki's figure appeared at the door.He was always neatly dressed, but today he was in a mess.His black hair, not combed properly, hung unkempt on his shoulders.The upper body was only wearing a wrinkled close-fitting shirt, all the buttons were wrongly buttoned.The legs of the wide trousers were rolled up, which didn't fit well, but they looked familiar.He didn't even wear boots, just walked in with bare feet, staggering on the cold stone bricks, sat down opposite Vostagg, and reached out to take a piece of sliced ​​strawberry cake.

"Restraint and patience, my stubborn brother never understands." As he spoke, he drank half a bowl of creamy sweet soup under the surprised eyes of everyone, and licked the white edge of his mouth with satisfaction.He looked famished.

"Where... are your boots?" Fandral couldn't help pointing to his feet and asked.

"Huh?" Loki looked down at his feet, as if he had just noticed this problem. "Probably forgotten somewhere. Perhaps a winged elf stole them."

"Pixies only come out at night, and they only make your boots instead of stealing them," Vollstagg pointed out. "You've been gone since early morning, and now it's afternoon. Where have you been?"

"I'm exhausted." He smiled ambiguously. "Sleep for a while."

Before they could continue asking questions, another figure rushed in hastily.

"Loki! You forgot to take yours...I mean, I found your boots." Thor raised his boots to his friends with a slightly embarrassed expression. "So can you give me my pants back?"

"Look, fair-haired elf with wings." Loki sat on the chair and shook his legs, motioning for Thor to sit beside him. "We'll talk about that later."

"Elf? I didn't expect you to gather here to tell fairy tales." Thor scratched his golden head, "Where did it go?"

"Talk about the brother who is in love and the brother who is troubled by it. For gods, let it be a story." Sif finished speaking lightly, turned and went out. "God, I knew it would be like this..." Her voice came from far outside the door.

"What happened to her?" Thor looked at his remaining companions in confusion.

"Vorstagg, you explain." Fandral and Hogan looked at each other and blurted out at the same time.The two jumped up from their chairs and ran out following Sif's footsteps.So Thor looked at Vostagg again.

"Don't look at me, I didn't hear anything, and I didn't see anything." Vostagg simply gave up the table full of food, quickly got up and left through the side door.

"What just happened? Why are they all like this?" He could only turn to his brother, but the latter was only slowly licking the last mouthful of honey from the spoon.

"You can't expect me to give you any explanations, I have no less doubts than you. And I need to rest now..." When he saw Thor's sudden eager eyes, he pointed at him a stick full of cheese and frosting. index finger. "Brother, I'm talking about real, restful sleep."