"He never bothered to come for me," Loki stated drily. And you bet he couldn't trust me now either, he added silently. Somehow, though, he had a feeling that the other one had a somewhat better relationship with that particular god... Ah well, after all he had been released by him.

"He wasn't afraid you'd end the world then and there?" he asked instead. "And what happened to this place anyway? Really! I'm out of the game for a few thousand years and the world goes crazy. Where's this person who accidentally shot you, though? I've wanted to handle a firearm since I saw them for the first time. They're not very publicly available though, it seems. Though I guess I wouldn't need a weapon if I wanted 'firearms'." He grinned.

"And apart from that, I can not like cats because I'm me, and not you. The red hair is okay, but it's too obvious for my taste."

"When did that shooting thing happen? I thought you just said people weren't supposed to harm each other here." He realised that, if he wanted answers, talking at a speed that kept his opposite from getting in a word edgewise was not the very best of ideas. He raised his palms in an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry. My bad. Your turn now. I shut up."