Alfheim was indeed the perfect place for a vacation. After discovering that the Trolls outside the city had all vanished, the many Light Elves who had been hiding at home soon returned to the streets as if nothing had happened, resuming their lives.
The stalls that had been hidden away were rolled back out, and the closed shops reopened. People warmly welcomed Deathstroke's arrival, though they most likely had no idea what the Vishanti actually were.
After all, Alfheim belonged to Yggdrasil. Oshtur would not come here to spread her ideas of Order, and the Light Elves' nature was more like chaotic good.
They loved fun, enjoyment, and pranks. They had almost no sense of organization. Even Loki often came here for inspiration, looking for new ways to mess with his foolish older brother. The second prince's pranks were simply bigger and crueler, though—surpassing his teachers.
Su Ming was not making that up. Thor and Loki had really come to Alfheim to study for quite a long time when they were children. Loki learned some Fae Magic here, along with how to find fun in pulling pranks. As for Thor—
Odin mainly thought Thor was too reckless, so he sent him here to learn how to live peacefully, make friends, and develop a nation's agriculture and handicrafts.
But the God of Thunder had learned none of that. Instead, he learned how to eat, drink, play, and utterly disregard life and death, gaining nerves so thick they were practically indestructible. He had even picked up a fighting style from the elves that had evolved from the use of farming tools.
It meant leaping up with a huge axe and chopping someone. Put simply, a jumping cleave.
From then on, Thor became obsessed with jumping cleaves. At first, he used the War