“No, Asgard always seemed to be warm and sunny. It always felt in contrast to my typical mood.” He says this lightly, giving Hob another smile, but it had been true enough. It is true enough though. Asgard, always in complete opposite to Jotunheim in that way. Perhaps that is why it bothered him so much.

“I admit I like the rain though. I had quite an enjoyable time in one of the cafes on Moorecroft with a lovely cup of tea and a view of a storm.” As much as being here is dangerous for the multiverse, the last bit of Loki’s selfish self appreciates some of the normalcy, even if this place is really anything but.

“I see. Well that is good to know.” Though it isn’t helpful. If they keep moving them around, it will be harder for Loki to pin down who is actually responsible for this place. It seems they might not immediately be here seeing that everyone here only seems to interact with AI or bots, but that doesn’t mean he can’t find them. It can’t be harder than finding He Who Remains.

Loki pulls himself from his thoughts then. It seems that as with the TVA, it will not be simple or easy to find his way out. In the mean time, he will have to play their games and hopefully have some backup with others here to help.

“My apologies, I’m afraid my thoughts ran away from me. So you have not been here long either? May I ask where and I suppose when you are from?”