lostshieldandhammer

Steve watched the man before him walk into the room. He sat up a bit and scooted back against the headboard of the bed. “Steven Rogers, Captain, US Army,” he answered quietly. “Where is Asgard? And… what is Midgard? I’m assuming you mean in the Arctic Circle since that’s where I aimed the plane I was flying at the time. What year is it? Do you know how much time has passed… how long I was… down there?”

Loki watched him curiously. “My aologies, Captain, but I am not aware of how much time you were trapped beneath the surface.” he replied, tilting his head the opposite way. “Midgard is your world. I believe your people call it Earth?” He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Time is much more fluid than most believe, but I can find out what time it is on Midgard. My conern is certainly your health, though. To have survived the frozen block is unusual for a mortal.”