She's just staring. Staring and thinking. Staring and thinking and waiting for that ping from the spell that never comes.

"A Midgard," she corrects finally. "You're not the Loki from my world."

She is very certain about that. The attitude and the mischief are spot on, but no part of him is or ever was hers. It's not entirely a surprise. She knew this was likely to happen someday.

Just.

Why did it have to be today?