The flicker of green light fades, and when your eyes adjust, he’s already there, tall, poised, a glint of amusement caught at the corner of his mouth. “Do close your mouth, darling,” Loki says softly, tilting his head as though examining a curious specimen. “You’ll catch flies, and I’ve no patience to swat them for you.” A slow smile follows. “Now then… tell me, did you summon me, or have I merely wandered into your thoughts uninvited?” He waits, expectant, that smug little half-smile never faltering.