The Statesman's upper deck had been scattered with couches and garishly lit. Now the lighting was yellower, kinder. New beds rose from the floor; metal panels dissolved into dirt shattered into life, lush and green.
It was difficult casting for the prince, coming less easily than it would have with another. Still, Heimdall never thought to suggest they involve the king. He spoke into Loki's ear of bounties he'd seen on countless other worlds. Together, they brought them into being.
When the work was finished, they had a garden to rival any, and food enough to last the journey.