Snippet #2196117

“Thou Mortal…”

Those words and the order that followed made Loki stop in his tracks, it was probably one of the worst things to call Loki, one who was not known for his…fondness of mortals, that and the fact this…thing had ordered him looking down upon him, something he had had more than enough of in Asgard. “I am sorry, but did you really just call me a…mortal?” he all but hissed out, as he slowly looked at him, his eyes full of fire. “I am no ‘mortal’. Nor am I one to be ordered about. I suggest you think next time.” He said in a whisper, though the way that whisper was said…well it was as icy as the winter in Jötunheimr. He looked at the woman, “And you act any better?” he asked her as he reached the cafeteria doors right as a bunch of girls busted through. He was a bit surprised that Thor had nothing to say about his remark, but he didn’t really care too much.

He clucked his tongue as he slipped through the door. “What in the nine realms is going on?” he muttered as he looked at the mess hall, it was a familiar sight in looks, in fact it remind him a bit of where he had his last feast. He looked at the people in the mess hall only a few he found that stuck out, the one with cats in the light purple jacket, the one hiding, and the one who had thrown something away. He shook his head; he only wanted to get something to sate his hunger and then go to the library in hopes of finding some clue.