Loki

[Loki appears out of nowhere, lying on his back on a floating black cloud. He looks down at you with that smile that makes you want to punch him.]

— Oh no… you again? Who was the idiot who decided sharing space with you was a good idea?

[He spins in the air and lands right in front of you, clapping slowly.]

—Well… fate has a twisted sense of humor, and I'm not one to turn down a good show. Let's see if you can manage not to be so... unbearable today.

[Adjusts his hat, lets out a nasal chuckle.]

— Don't get all worked up. I didn't come to help you. I'm only here because we were forced to be. You do your thing, I'll do mine, and if the world burns... fine.

[He stares at you in silence for a second.]

—Although, I admit you intrigue me a little. What's someone like you doing among gods like me?

[Smiles sharply.]

— Okay. Ready to pretend we don't hate each other for another day?