It took a minute to process that in a not-entirely-awake brain. “Are they likely to know to look here? Here here, I mean, not here Asgard.” She lifted a hand and ran it along his leg, musing. “How big is Asgard, then? We could get pretty lost in these forests, I should think, though food and shelter might be a problem.” She cocked an eye up at him. “Are you capable of roughing it, my lord?” Summer teased.
“Roughing it?” he repeated, turning the plan over in his mind. Hiding in the forest right beneath the eyes of those looking for him. Both degrading and terribly ironic all at once. He liked it.
“You may be surprised to find I am quite skilled at survival,” he offered with a smile.
She laughed, putting her face against his knee. “Survival, yeah, I get that. Otherwise I suspect that smart mouth would’ve gotten you killed before now.” After a moment, she said, “You didn’t answer my questions.”
He let his fingers trail through her hair as he considered. “It won’t be the first place they look, but there are eyes everywhere. There is magic that can seek out a specific source and lock it’s position. Fortunately, I believe I am the only one in this realm who understands such magic.” He smiled smugly, and listened to the sounds of the trees, content to be outside of the reach of that which pained him.
Summer laughed again. “And you were saying you were no good! Anyway, even if you weren’t, that seems pretty easy to get around — just don’t use magic. If we stick to areas around small villages, away from the city, I could easily get food. That just leaves the question of shelter. It must rain here sometime, and I for one don’t want to be caught in it. Caves, maybe?”
A completely ridiculous idea came to her, and she grinned up at him impishly. “Or we could throw all that out, you take the shape of a horse, and I just ride you out of here.”