He laughs. "Frankly, I'm a bit of an asshole as well. Which my brother will freely admit, I think."

He breathes in a quiet ahh as she explains the situation with Fenrir. Suddenly it makes perfect sense why the last newcomer from her world mentioned Garm. He can easily picture Loki--or himself, at the same age--releasing an immense wolf out of pity with a side of let's-see-what-happens. "Lucky thing that worked. The Fenrir from my world was...not really a monster, but certainly an intractable predatory creature. And he was never my pet, sadly. I always wanted a pet fox, really, but wolves are nice, too."

"On a semi-related note," he says. "Heimdall has been here. I don't know if he's still here. He did not seem interested in company of any sort, particularly the company of anyone named 'Loki'. But it's been weeks since I saw him."