The first thing that comes out of Stephen's mouth is:
"Seriously?"
He's not alone. His cloak's collar rears back in surprise as well, and the two of them are left staring silently at Loki, stumped. Because Loki of the God of Lies, of Mischief, of shapeshifters and tricksters. But here he is, the God of Stories, the god at the seat of Yggdrasil, the timeline keeper.
Well. He hasn't lost his flair for the dramatic.
"Right. Okay. Recalibrating." Stephen bites back a sigh, drags a hand over his face, and forgets his manners entirely. "I've met you before. Well, not you. You're from a different dimension. Different timeline."
A side effect of significant usage of the time stone: one gains a pretty good sense of whether someone is from a different timeline than your own. The Eye of Agamotto is still around his neck, though it doesn't house an infinity stone anymore, but hundreds of timeloops and fourteen million futures have given him a keen sense for it. It's maybe a good thing that this Loki isn't the one he met. He doubts that one would have been in any way inclined to help him.
"I find I'm particularly adept at getting into places I'm not supposed to be," he says blithely, like it's no big deal he just casually strolled right up to the base of Yggdrasil. "Impressive set-up, by the way. I came to ask the God of Stories about some information on a dead man -- fortuitously, the dead man happens to be Loki. Were you ever in possession of Ovae's Treatise on the Cosmos?"
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"Seriously?"
He's not alone. His cloak's collar rears back in surprise as well, and the two of them are left staring silently at Loki, stumped. Because Loki of the God of Lies, of Mischief, of shapeshifters and tricksters. But here he is, the God of Stories, the god at the seat of Yggdrasil, the timeline keeper.
Well. He hasn't lost his flair for the dramatic.
"Right. Okay. Recalibrating." Stephen bites back a sigh, drags a hand over his face, and forgets his manners entirely. "I've met you before. Well, not you. You're from a different dimension. Different timeline."
A side effect of significant usage of the time stone: one gains a pretty good sense of whether someone is from a different timeline than your own. The Eye of Agamotto is still around his neck, though it doesn't house an infinity stone anymore, but hundreds of timeloops and fourteen million futures have given him a keen sense for it. It's maybe a good thing that this Loki isn't the one he met. He doubts that one would have been in any way inclined to help him.
"I find I'm particularly adept at getting into places I'm not supposed to be," he says blithely, like it's no big deal he just casually strolled right up to the base of Yggdrasil. "Impressive set-up, by the way. I came to ask the God of Stories about some information on a dead man -- fortuitously, the dead man happens to be Loki. Were you ever in possession of Ovae's Treatise on the Cosmos?"