For Asgard!

"Happier?" Loki asked - though really, he was more musing out loud. Happiness suggested he had settled, somewhat; and perhaps he had, outwardly. There was still something itching at him, however, something that made him realize that he could stay at the Nexus as long as he wanted and yet it would not be something he, himself, would be able to do. As he told Ruby, he may leave, and soon. And he would want to come back. But he could not stay at the hotel forever. "I suppose."

At the mention of serious business, he laughed. Though his future loomed disturbing and dark, and he had so little knowledge of it despite the fact that everyone around him seemed to know, it didn't truly threaten him just then. Perhaps that was a sign now was a good time to go and meet it; while there was that inkling of invincibility hovering over him. "You could always tell me what I get up to," he said. "Thor is dreadfully obscure. I don't understand how I am supposed to avoid misery, destruction and eventual death if I'm not told of it, and I've accused him of not wanting me to. But that, I think, would do the opposite of lightening the mood."