"Iceland, we figured," Loki said. "I spent the last few millenia a prisoner, so any incarnation of myself you may have met must have been someone else. Althought I must say - I do hope there aren't more of us around."

Loki toyed with the gun. He tought that maybe the other one didn't look as if he knew how to handle it, but since his trial shot in his room had been the first time he had handled a gun, he had no way of being quite sure.

"Do you have a name, Stranger?" He asked the man with the blue marker. "Or do I just continue to call you 'you'?"