Maybe it was nostalgia. Seriously, the hulking fellow with the laded tray reminded Loki so much of home, that the fact that he could not tell whether the pang he felt was fondness or disgust was irrelevant. The boy waved at the large fellow, grinning cheerfully. He was used to being outweighed. Outclassed. But not, necessarily, out-thought.

"Hail, and well met, hearty warrior!" Loki chirped. "Dost thou requireth a seat for thy seat?"