Thor | Loki
A jaunty trip into the woods sounded fun. Mostly. Thor was frequently going through the doors to look for worlds who needed heroes to come fight battles and help them and sometimes his brother came along with him which was what had happened this time. But instead of finding themselves in a war stricken battlefield they ended up in a forest. There was potential. Perhaps there were people who needed help somewhere on the other side of all the trees. Or perhaps said people had some things they could take back to the town. Thor wasn't intent to give up on the journey just yet.
Always one to rush into things he started immediately walking through the trees, Storm Breaker strapped to his back but ready to be put to use if needed. "Come brother, these ominous winds and shadows lend themselves to my belief this is more than just a proper place to camp." He was making light of it, but the truth was this place was eerie, at best. Thor was no coward though, and would not admit it gave him the creeps. Unbeknownst to him all the crunching of twigs under his boots and kicking of rocks were drawing a lot of attention from pretty much every angle of the woods to their location. Thor was a mighty warrior, but perception wasn't exactly his forte.