[Well, he doesn't know Loki, and he wonders what he'll look like in the glaring light of day after a period of sleep. If the impression of him will hold past the puzzling disorientation and ambiguity of this moment. Past the opaque banter.
Something hooks, and sticks, in what Loki says to him then.]
You've done this before? [Swimming up in his awareness, that mention of the multiverse. How absurd and alien it sounds to him, far beyond his own comprehension.] So why can't you just get out of here?
[Arguable pleasantness aside, if Loki isn't lying his ass off - his gaze is a dark intensity, fingers clenched hard and white-knuckled around his cup - just how many fucking alternate universes exist? And what is this stranger capable of doing?]
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Something hooks, and sticks, in what Loki says to him then.]
You've done this before? [Swimming up in his awareness, that mention of the multiverse. How absurd and alien it sounds to him, far beyond his own comprehension.] So why can't you just get out of here?
[Arguable pleasantness aside, if Loki isn't lying his ass off - his gaze is a dark intensity, fingers clenched hard and white-knuckled around his cup - just how many fucking alternate universes exist? And what is this stranger capable of doing?]