I didn't eat for three weeks. I missed eating. "Nonsense, brother.... Getting stocks in bacon still won't get it to my mouth. Just purchase gobs of it."
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That was how the three of them ended up at a spa, all in robes to enjoy the post-ambience of massage while they waited for their appointments with hair dressers and manicurists. "I love the smells here. I almost fell asleep," Loki said happily to L.L. "You?" Though honestly, he felt a little bad for the deep tissue therapists that worked on him and Thor. Their muscles were... dense, though he was at least smaller and more manipulable. Thor... not so much.
The view was probably worth it, though. He peeked an eye open to eye Thor slyly. "You DID stay under the sheets like I suggested you should, right?"
Asgardians were not nearly so picky on nudity at times, especially where healing and body maintenance was concerned (as well as rambunctious parties), and soldiers like Thor could especially lose their modesty due to camping and the like. It wasn't that the society encouraged it, and really, people were much more likely to tease and scold a person to put their goods away. It also was definitely not appropriate in certain settings, but it wasn't nearly as taboo as Midgardians held it.